0 comments/ 41981 views/ 14 favorites Day of Reckoning By: LadyMisha She stood with her back to the jets of warm water streaming over her shoulders, her hands bound to the sides of the shower to the hooks her Master had had installed for the express purpose of holding her immobile to his ministrations. Her ankles were spread wide, to the very edges of the shower stall, per his instruction. Her Master did not speak with words, but with his hands as they roamed over her, slicked with soap, sliding over her body in gentle caresses... she moaned softly under his tender ministrations, knowing that this man, who could be as gentle as a butterfly's wing could also be as harsh as the sting of a rubber cord flogger. That was only one of the many facets of her Master this slave enjoyed... his ability to take her mind from her... and make it his own. His hands cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples to hardness with his thumbs, flicking his fingernail over them. She breathed his name on a sigh, "Master..", pressing her ass back against his hardness. She heard his soft laughter in her ear as he took each nipple in his fingers and squeezed, harder and harder, wringing a gasp from her throat. Her head fell back against his shoulder as he continued his gentle assault on her senses, roaming down her quivering belly to her heated cunt, slipping a single finger to her clit, gently caressing. She moaned louder now, thrusting her hips against that finger. He moved against her, allowing her to feel his body sliding against hers, the shower raining down on both of them, tiny rivulets of sensation cascading over them both. His finger moved faster, carrying her to the cliffs of ecstasy, holding her there at the edge. She could feel his fingers tugging and pulling on her nipples, that exquisite mingled pain and pleasure pushing her closer to the edge... "Please, Master... oh, god, please, may I cum?" she begged desperately for release. "No, misha, soon..." was his whispered response, as he stepped up the intensity of his fingers on her clit, working it between them roughly. She felt herself sliding, trapped between the demands of her body and the command of her Master. Small whimpers and moans escaped her throat, as she felt him pushing her, testing her resolve to him. He moved to her side, caressing one hand over her ass, wet and warm... His. He spanked her roughly, over and over again, until her ass was glowing... the hot water streaming over it, making it burn, never taking those fingers from her clit. He took her tortured gasps and moans into him, taking her pleasure and pain into him. When she sagged against the wall, gasping her pleas to be allowed to cum, he pulled her head back by her hair. "You will not cum until I allow it, misha. I own you. I own your pleasure. Do you deny it?" She shook her head emphatically... "No, Master!" He removed her wrists from her bonds, turning her to face the spray of the shower. The soap sluiced from her body, his hands on her everywhere, her breasts, nipples, her steaming cunt, her cherry red ass.. warmed by his hands. When he was satisfied that the soap was gone, he turned to her, lifting her chin gently with one finger, kissing her lightly on her lips.. soft and parted for him. "Tonight, my love, you will endure the most exquisite torture I have ever prepared for you. Are you ready to begin?" She nodded yes, not trusting her voice. He took her wrists and placed them back into the manacles. She looked at him questioningly, not voicing her queries. He saw her confusion and laughed. She watched him as he bent, reaching outside of the shower for something, bringing back a blindfold. Her look of amazement was shuttered by the blindfold. He placed his lips to the side of her ear and whispered, "The most exquisite torture...." gently kissing the racing pulse behind it. "Place your feet as before, misha." She obeyed him quickly, leaving her moist cunt open to him, her legs spread wide. The spray of the shower teasing her nipples to stream down her body and over her clit. She felt him place something behind her, directly on her ass. "Press back on this, misha. If it falls, I will know it, and you will be punished for it," came his quiet command. She pressed back, feeling a thousand prickles pressing into her bottom, reminding her of his spanking just moments ago, wringing a shuddering gasp from her. "Like that, misha?" he asked, laughter in his voice, "You are to stay absolutely still. Do you understand?" She nodded again, feeling his fingers squeezing her nipples. He pinched them hard, then bent to capture one with his teeth, his finger returning to her clit, stroking her. "Masterrrr...." she moaned, quivering under his touch. A small yelp escaped her parted lips as she felt the unmistakable bite of a clamp replacing his teeth, another quickly followed on her other nipple, both of them now encased in clamps, the water running over them and down the chain, her breath coming in heaving gasps as she felt the water dripping from the chain, tugging on it as his fingers tugged on her clit. The words "exquisite torture" drifted through her mind... The water stopped flowing over her, and she moaned with the loss. But, the sensation that attacked her next was brutal in its assault. Oh, my god! her mind screamed as the water returned, to attack her clit in a steady stream. Pounding into her like waves, her body straining with the urge to stay still, her ass pressing hard into the wall behind her, making her ass scream in protest. His finger slid over her clit, making sure the water was hitting its target. "Now, misha, you will stay like this until I am ready for you," he moved out of the shower, giving her clamps a final tug, listening with sadistic satisfaction to her moans of agonized ecstasy. Ahhhh.... Masterrr.... her thoughts whirled. She felt the water pounding her, keeping her teetering on the edge... the pain of the clamps on her nipples and the prickling on her ass bringing her alive. Her entire body was nothing but sensation, burning with desire, the pain and pleasure mingling into one. Her head lolled from side to side... dizzy with desire. He left her this way... allowing sufficient time for the water to cool... still fixed firmly on her clit, her body becoming more frenzied as the water lowered in temperature. Her pleas and cries to him ignored as she struggled not to cum under the onslaught. He returned as the water turned to cold, stroking his hand over her body to lock onto the chain at her nipples. With a single tug he removed them, bringing a scream from her. He locked his lips around one nipple, caressing the other. "Master... Master... oh, God, Master, please, please....." He pressed a finger to her lips to silence her... she whimpered. He gently released her, drying her fiery body with a soft, fluffy towel. "I told you. Torture... the most exquisite you have ever known." He laid her gently on the bed, encasing her wrists and ankles in soft leather restraints. Securing her on the bed, face down, with strong chains, he stroked her heated skin. She arched to him like a cat in heat, writhing and calling out to him softly. He dragged a soft fur over her body, watching her writhe, listening to her low moans. He began to work a flogger over her, working her up slowly, dancing across her skin with skill. A soft thud, turning to a harsh sting, stopping occasionally to massage her heated flesh with his fingers, the fur, his mouth. He moved slowly, with the skill of a thousand Masters. Bringing her to full arousal and keeping her there, teetering on the edge of a glorious orgasm... held back by his word alone. He moved his hand over her ass, now a dull glow in the dim light, caressing her first with his hand, the bringing it down with force, making her gasp. She arched her bottom to him, begging without words for more of the same, and he smiled, knowing what a little masochist his slave was. He took out an old leather paddle, soft, flexible and very heavy. He spanked her with it, watching as she writhed in pleasure/pain. She again begged for release, pleading with him for his permission. He smiled again. She was ready. He looked at the paddle in his hand with a smile in his eyes. It was more like a ruler, but heavier and thicker, coated with plastic dipped sandpaper on the side. It would sting. It would make her scream. He smiled and brought it down on her ass. She screamed, her body arching with the pain, moaning and writhing as it continued again and again. Her pleas became garbled, panted out between gasps as the paddle descended again and again. He stopped to rub a towel soaked in ice water over her fiery ass. Listening with pleasure at her reaction... she moaned, gasped, panted and begged, all in the same breath. He resumed his strokes, bringing them down with seemingly more sting with each descent on her wet bottom. When she was sufficiently incoherent, he stopped, stroking her body to calm and reassure her with his touch, his kiss. She felt herself gently turned over on the bed, resecured. Her body shuddering as she felt the first of two snake bite suction cups being placed on her nipples... ahhh... the delicious tugging at her nipples seeming to increase in time with her arousal, as she struggled against the bonds that held her securely. Goosebumps broke out on her skin as she felt the soft fur rubbed over her damp skin, his finger dragging against the suction cup on her nipple, bringing it to the forefront of her tormented state. Ahhh...pleaseeee.... In the back of her mind, she heard music begin to play. A slow, steady beating rhythm. Her heart began to beat in time with the music, pulsing through her clit and nipples. She felt the first of many strokes of a soft, thuddy flogger, steadily massaging her... kneading her skin as her Master's hands would. It moved over her body in studied precision... striking a trembling thigh... caressing her breast... dragging over her nipple. Then, the rhythm changed, and with it came the feather soft touch of the fur. It moved over her, missing nothing, every nuance touched by it. She trembled and shook, her body assaulted with the sensations coursing through her veins. The flogger returned to torment her again, only this time, it stung her wherever it touched. Biting and clawing her skin as a fingernail would, it moved over her relentlessly. She cried out hoarsely as it struck her spread thighs, her glistening cunt, laid open to him, his pleasure and his torture. Her body arched off the bed, a half scream erupting from her as he struck her breast with it, releasing the nipple from it's encasement. "Masterrrrr!" The flogger struck again, at her other nipple, releasing it in quick succession. Pain shot through her body like lightning. He bent, covering it with his mouth, biting and licking, sucking it into his mouth as if he were going to devour her. His hand moved to her dripping cunt, capturing and squeezing her clit, nearly sending her over the edge of the precipice she teetered on. Her body alternately shook and went rigid... straining to obey her Master over the screams of her mind. She begged, sobbing, pleading, "Master, please, oh, god... please Master... " He removed his fingers, traveling up her neck to kiss her deeply. "No, love. Tonight I am going to have your mind," he whispered softly into her mouth. She felt him moving around her. Dear God... what was he doing?? She moaned as she realized he was placing an electrode to her bottom. She had no time to wonder where the other would be attached as she felt him begin to stroke her throbbing clit. She felt the orgasm building inside of her, her back arched off the bed, offering herself to him, begging for his touch. And then it began... the tingling... throbbing... pulsing. The current passed through his fingers and to her clit, traveling through her. Her scream broke loose from her throat as he turned up the TENS unit attached to his hand, rubbing her clit furiously. "Aaahhh, oh, god, pleaseeeee...Masterrr please..." ripped from her as she struggled helplessly in her bonds. Her entire being throbbing in her aching clit, threatening to rip her in two. "What, misha?" came his soft voice through her darkness, "Do you want to cum?" "PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE!!! oh, Master... ah, please..." she could get no more past her lips. Her body began to tremble violently, her breathing coming in heaving gasps, and she could speak no more, only moan her pleas. His voice boomed in the darkness, "Cum, misha! Cum now for your Master!" The dam burst, and she screamed, feeling her body shatter into fragments. Her arms and legs jerking erratically, her head turning from side to side, lurching off of the bed. It lasted forever, wave after wave took hold, each cresting higher than the last. She felt her entire body stiffen, arching off of the bed, feeling yet another build inside of her... stronger than any before. The shocks pulsing through her more intensely, his fingers demanding more, as he commanded again "Now, misha! Cum for me NOW!" she screamed, feeling it take her captive, setting her free. She could do no more than scream between her ragged breaths as the sensation hit her, scattering her senses to the winds. As the storm inside her began to dissipate, she felt his arms come around her, holding her safe and secure. She tried to look at him, her beloved Master. She could not focus her eyes on his face. Her body exhausted, she lay there, her head lolling back and forth on his strong arm, hearing his whispers of his love, his pride in her. She concentrated very hard, bringing his face into focus, as he lay beside her. He looked down at her, love and possession shining from his eyes, telling her how beautiful she looked while struggling, how very sexy. She looked into his eyes, moaning yet again as the aftershocks coursed through her, and whispered softly, "I love you, Master." Day of Reckoning 1st BCT By 0330 hours the Rim-Cats are prepared to commence their operation, the three Battalion Combat Teams prepared themselves for their task while the Templac Combat Battalion slipped out of the port's gate led by Major Rolando Katapatan known throughout the regiment as Marangal the "Rightous One". Jeez Colonel, if you're going to have fun all night while the rest of us do the work for you let us know in advance. He just finished the thought when a command tank joined his side by side. "Do you think I'll let you boys go out there without me?" The sound of my voice gave a an eerie silent for a few moments. It is not a secret that the men knew I am screwing a girl who worked in the Ministry of Defense, rumor has it that she was a compensation from the client for the Rim-Cat's own services besides the pay. "For a moment there Colonel, we thought you will and frankly that is unusual of you," answered my executive officer of the Templar Combat Battalion, "How is she like?" I smiled a bit recalling my wonderful time with Sara, though the question is a joke since both officers and enlisted men in the regiment are close to one another, such sly comments are both an entertainment and a slight distraction from the seriousness of the task ahead. "A gentleman does not discuss such things." I coyly replied. A burst of laughter followed. "She gave you a renewed life didn't she Colonel?" playfully remarked Major Abner Espinosa. "I need all the life I can before this contract is over Hazier," I answered. "Anyways gentlemen let us focus on the task," Major Arthurius Buwan interrupted, "By the way my guns and missiles are in position to support everyone in this operation." "Caliber, just make sure none of us gets hit by your shells or warhead," said Major Kai Espiritu in his command Puma CFV of the Second BCT. "Knowing Arthurius, he will be reading his porn magazine while raining he rain down the bad guys with his arty's," Major Kalandro Digma added. "Ghost and Kalagiman," The artillery commander called the earned names of his coleagues, "shut up!" Another set of laughter followed as I shook my head at the comments. "Alright enough, it's time to get back in business," I told the men. "Colonel, the UAV drones are in the air sir," reported Major Kenshiro Dima'uga. "Good, make sure we have an updated info on any enemy concentration and movement Ken." "You got it Colonel," the Headquarters Battalion Commander replied. The Unmanned Aerial Vehicle Drones is used by the regiment for both intelligence purposes and to provide close air support for the troops on the ground. They are cheaper than manned aircraft and thus easily replaced and can be controlled from the headquarters eliminating the need to train or hire a pilot avoiding the risk of that pilot being shot down by the enemy. In part it is a convenient way to purchase a compact air support and in it able the regiment to give any client nation a fairly low reasonable price for the service that the Rim-Cats provide. Fifteen minutes passed and the three Battalion Combat Teams departed and sped off into the night soon I know that blood will be shed, our enemy might not realize this and even if they do I pray that they surrender instead of facing the wrath of the hunters that has been released in the night. First Battalion Combat Team, 1st BCT Major Kalandro "Kalagiman" Digma Commanding 17 Leopard 2A6EX MBT, 22 Puma CFV, 36 Boxer APC, 8 Fennek armed with 50 caliber machine gun and 40 mm automatic grenade launcher, and 4 Fennek carrying 80 mm mortars roamed the night spearheading the forward thrust to the north. From the northern border comes the mujahadeen troops that trickles into the Ar'raq causing chaos, mayhem, and suffering for the new democratic government of the country. Major Kalandro Digma knows that the people paying him are the people of that same government, an experimental government for democracy and freedom that rises out of the shadows of tyranny and oppression, the battalion that he commands are a tool, a tool to defend that experiment, to defend and give it time to bear fruit. His mind races as his tank rolled onto the desert sands, soon he will face the so called Holy Warriors who have been sent to destroy the government of Ar'raq. "Major, we are now crossing the Coalition controlled zone, from here on we're on our own sir," informed Kalandro's driver. "Keep your eyes open and be alert we are now in enemy territory," Kalagiman reminded his men. As Kalagiman's command tank passed by the first village outside of the Coalition controlled area, his instincts came alive. Soon red blips appeared in the screen visor of his helmet that is connected to both his optical enhancement and his surrounding area allowing him or any of the Rim-Cat's to be aware of threats from their environment. "We got contact at one o'clock," shouted one of the Puma CFV commanders over the comm. The Puma CFV acted as the screening and reconnaissance force of the whole regiment, each battalion is accompanied by twenty-two of such vehicles. Armed with 30 mm cannon and a pair of machine guns, it is a fast, mobile, and deadly armored vehicle to tangle with. Immediately the Puma's turret turned towards the threat and fired a burst of the 30 mm cannon, the crew waited as cheered as they were rewarded with an explosion of an enemy BDM-3 armored vehicle. "We got it." Major Kalandro Digma twisted the joystick to the right, his tank's turret turned as another threat loomed in his sights. An enemy BMP-3 roared towards his position, but before the rebel's vehicle could fire, the Rim-Cat's 1st Battalion Commander's thumb pressed the button firing the Leopard's 120 mm cannon. A split second passed as the round found its mark consuming the BMP-3 in a massive fireball. "BCT One to H.Q, BTC One to H.Q enemy found is in engagement." "Copy that BCT One," replied the regiment's communication specialist. The screen came alive with many more red blips, slowly the enemy showed themselves and decided to give the Rim-Cat's their welcoming party in their territory. Insurgents on foot positioned themselves determined to defeat the infidels who dared take money to raise their arms against their crusade. "Time to earn our money men," shouted the Major Kalagiman, "You know the drill." Mortar bombs started to rain upon the insurgent's position as the machine gun and grenade launcher armed Fenneks rolled to their vicinity raining down both 50 caliber rounds and 40 mm grenade rounds against them. Soon the Boxer APC joined the fray spitting off fire from their main weaponry, 40 mm grenades and 50 caliber rounds tore through the insurgent's bodies. Some of them were flung into the air along with body parts of once were whole men, others were riddled where they lay in wait. From the rear of the Boxer APC exited the infantry troops of the Rim-Cats. "Infantry, to the left flank, the others to the right flank," Kalandro shouted his orders to the infantry commander. At the same moment the rain of fire came down to the enemy as 155 mm shells detonated on the ground followed by missile warheads from two MARS Medium Range Artillery Rocket Systems. Twenty miles away are six PzH 2000 155 mm self-propelled howitzers and the two MARS assigned to support the First Battalion Combat Team. The hail of death rained upon the insurgents as they cling dearly to the ground. While the enemy was in shock, Major Kalandro Digma and his infantry troops approached from the flanks. "Boxer APC units support the infantry while the CFV's and the tanks take care of the armored vehicles." Kalagiman informed his men. The two MARS missile launcher systems kept up their barrage of deadly missiles in support of the infantry while the six PzH 2000 self-propelled howitzers fired their ECM chaff rounds in support of the tanks and the Puma CFV's. UAV drones from above identified 36 PT-91 main battle tanks, 72 BMP-3 CFV's, and 72 BDM-3 along the area. The chaff rounds detonated and allowed Kalandro's tanks and Pumas to gain the initiative. "All tanks and CFVs, attack!" Kalagiman guided his tank's turret to the first PT-91 in his sight, locking on the target he depressed the thumb button firing the Leopard 2A6EX main 120 mm cannon. Due to the ECM chaffs fired by the artillery support, the enemy tank couldn't react in time and the tank's 120 mm round found its mark. He quickly scanned for another target and sets his eyes on another tank, depressing the thumb button once again, the main cannon of the Leopard 2 A6EX main battle tank roared to life. A fraction of a second later the second PT-91 exploded while on the move, the tank's fire and forget ammunition made such kills possible. A BDM-3 attempted to fire their anti-tank missile, the Leopard 2A6EX's warning system sounded, immediately counter-measure chaff was launched and the driver quickly evaded to the left. The enemy's missile detonated harmlessly away from Kalandro's command tank. "You're dead now," he said in a harsh tone. Kalagiman set his sight to the BDM-3 CFV that was responsible for that shot, locking on to his target. He fired the 120 mm cannon and waited for the explosion he knows that will come, surely enough he wasn't disappointed. The enemy CVF detonated as parts of the once proud combat vehicle were thrown up in the air, a ball of flame engulfs the BDM-3. From his view screen of the helmet's visor he could see the projectile rounds the tanks and Puma CFVs fired under his command at their foe. Their aim is true as the first rounds hit their mark, a few of the tanks and Puma CFVs fired twice at the same target. Many of the red blips that signifies the location of the enemy vehicles started to disappear from the screen, outside the command tank, explosions and ball of flames lights up the battlefield as PT-91 main battle tanks, BDM-3 CFVs, and BMP CVFs along with the BTR-80s exploded as the Rim-Cat's armored units decimated them with precision fire. The insurgents were shocked at the efficiency and abilities of the Rim-Cats, soon panic have struck and many tried to flee and live another day. "Let them go for now," said Kalandro as he stopped his men from chasing after the fleeing armored vehicles of the insurgents, "Come around and let's finish off the enemy foot soldiers." The seventeen Leopard 2A6EX Main Battle Tanks and the twenty-two Puma Cavalry Fighting Vehicles turned around a hundred and eighty degrees, the armored vehicles roared off towards where the infantry is busy fighting against the insurgency's infantry forces. Within their firing range, the armored vehicles added their firepower against the remaining insurgents. Soon hands was raised as the enemy started to surrender rather than face total annihilation. "BCT ONE to H.Q." "This is H.Q." "Northern area insurgents have been encountered and defeated," reported Major Kalandro Digma. "Well done Kalagiman," replied H.Q. "Routing enemy prisoners and sending them over to the Coalition Forces for interrogation. "Copy that BCT ONE." Kalandro opens the commander's hatch above him, poked his head out of the man hole size opening of the command tank's turret, and enjoyed the desert air. As he gaze to the east he could see the sun gently rising from the dunes of the desert. He knew that the day of reckoning for the enemy has come, the Rim-Cat battalion commander wondered how his other coleagues has faired on their very first combat assignment in country. "Major, the prisoners are secured and transported sir," reported one of his Task Force Commander. A Task Force is the smallest mix unit within the regiment and is commanded by a captain, each batallion is composed of four Task Force. "Good work captain," Kalagiman praised the officer for the job well done despite of the fatigue, "Alright, forward towards the Kashnahar Mountains." The First Battalion Combat Team of the Rim-Cat Regiment surges forward as the sun steadily rises up from the east.