Part 4: A Number Of Firsts

He stepped in front of his chosen prey. She'd been tied to the post with her arms behind it and another rope around her neck securing her head in place, but her legs had been left free.
He knew the kick was coming and easily avoided it, grabbing the leg and giving it a tug. Red's other leg slipped out from under her and she fell into the rope around her neck, her snarl of rage cut off by a choked grunt. He used the opportunity to grab the second leg with a practiced motion and positioned himself. Red bucked and twisted in his grip, but he'd been doing this for a long time and while he wasn't as freakishly strong as Kamal, he'd had his own more subtle mods applied to his muscles. Another command to his slave brought her to his side where she skillfully applied a fingerfull of lube to Red's cunt, a move that elicited a brief gasp from the bitch and a smile from Captain Vorden. Kamal might have a thing for going in dry, he thought, but he preferred a more…elegant entry.

"Well, cunt…time to say goodbye to your cherry", he told his victim with a grin as his slave withdrew. Her only response was another snarl, and the look of sheer hatred on her face would probably have impressed somebody who hadn't been hated and feared by cunts and competitors alike for over four decades.
He paused again to take in the view. Red's small, perky tits poked out from her petite frame, as freckled as her face. He could see the muscles straining in her lightweight body as she tried to free herself to no avail, and he was fairly sure his cock got even harder. Her pubic hair had been shorn off in the initial examination soon after capture, but a small patch of red had regrown in the weeks since, marking his cock's destination. He lined himself up and thrust.

There was nothing quite like the feeling of taking a virgin by force. Her wounded cunt convulsed around his cock as she shrieked in pain and shock and her eyes now betrayed a mixture of fear and shame in addition to her hatred. Next to him, the guard who'd picked Beachball likewise thrust home, eliciting another high-pitched scream, followed moments later by two others as Scars and Flappy had their cherries popped. By the sound of it, Kamal was being even rougher than usual.
He drew back, revealing smears of blood on his shaft, then rammed it back in, going even deeper than before. Red bucked and screamed like a wild coryn taken for its first ride and her insides were twisting like crazy. At this rate, he knew he wouldn't last long, so he decided to make the most of it.

Behind them, there was another choking sound as Mousy's rapists changed shifts. He'd ordered them to make her last a while, and it sounded like they'd got a good rhythm going.
Vorden started thrusting at a steady rhythm himself, while Red's screams faded away into bubbling sobs. There was no fight left in her, all her struggles were simply futile attempts to get away from the intruder in her cunt. He laughed. He hadn't expected her to break that quickly. A stone-cold bitch who would have killed without hesitation if the gun hadn't been properly secured, and she'd folded within a minute of his cock shredding her virginity. Goddamn, he'd still got it after all those years.

He finished a minute later, spurting deep into her. He paused a moment to catch his breath, then let go of his victim. Red slumped back against her post, a mixture of cum and blood oozing from her cunt and he gave one of her nipples a playful twist before turning away. His slave, useful as always, moved in to clean his cock with her mouth while another guard used a hose to clean Red up a bit before his own ride. He walked back to the lawnchairs they'd set up for this event, slumped down and grabbed a beer from the minifridge.
A message icon in his tac-shades told him that the preparations for the main event were almost complete, and that Sudo, his chief engineer, now wanted to be addressed as "chief carpenter" as well. He grinned. If no major fires broke out anywhere, he'd get to enjoy an extremely entertaining day, almost enough to make up for the lost income.

Kamal dropping into the lawnchair next to his drew his attention back to the scene in the yard.
"Whoo-eee, boss. That was quite something", Kamal said while cracking open a beer of his own -one-handed, marine-style- and rubbing some of the sweat off his muscled body with a towel.
"Scarred cunt went off like a rocket", he added. "Definitely made the right choice. You?"
"Can't complain", Vorden said. He looked over to the posts, where Red was halfway through her second fucking. "For somebody who gave us that much trouble she was quite a smooth ride."
"You want smooth, boss? Take a look at what the crazy bitch is doing to Ice", the big ex-marine said with a grin. That reminded him…he hadn't heard any screams from the big one. Once again, he zoomed in on the scene…

Cal, who was now holding a solid-looking truncheon with a pronged tip had started by altering the restraints of her victim a little. Her feet were now tied together behind the pole as well, forcing her legs apart and giving the little carpetmuncher slave perfect access to her pussy. Ice was trembling and twisting in her bonds, while Cal was kneading one of Ice's tits with one hand, gleefully pleasuring her own cunt with the butt of her nightstick.
"What's she doing?", he asked Kamal.
"What she does is she has her little pet lick the cunt to just this short of cumming, then hits her with the stunprod, just enough to cool her off a bit. And on and off and on, making her beg…big bitch is putty in her hands."
"Evil. I like it." Captain Vorden grinned. "If Cal was a little less gay, I swear I'd be in love with her."
"Nah, I prefer my cunts less fucking dangerous, boss."
"There is that, yes", he replied with a smile.