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War Time Humiliation Ch. 01

By: TheDarkCloud



1942: A small island in the South Pacific.

Victoria Adams leaned on the ornate railing that circled the balcony of the Governors Mansion and let out a slight, satisfied sigh. Life was good for her here. She was married to a man she loved and respected, lived in this luxurious mansion, in the lap of opulent luxury, was the most admired woman on the island and had not worked a full days work in her life. She listened to the Ocean break against the nearby shore and watched as a couple of native women dragged heavy looking fishing nets along the yellow beach, smiled at their honest toil and took a sip from her long wine glass. Yes, life was good for her. 

"Darling, come here a second would you?" called her husband from his study along the second floor corridor.

Victoria took another sip to finish the glass and turned to go but stopped a moment to admire her reflection of the folded back, polished, glass doors that had led onto the balcony. She pushed back a strand of her long, blonde hair up her forehead and tidied it neatly at the side of her head. No grey hairs showing yet, thank god. Her complexion was so perfect even in the imperfect reflection of the glass. She straightened her back and pushed out her breasts, putting her hands deftly under them (the layers of her frilly bra and light summer dress all that separated hand from breast) and slightly boosted her cleavage on her pert, slim, well kept frame. Her fluttering eyelashes were long and alluring to match her hazel coloured eyes, full of mystery. Yes, there was little doubt in her mind, despite having turned 32 earlier that year she was still the most attractive woman on this island. And the most important! 

It was almost a full minute before she was able to move herself from her attractive reflection and proceed, unhurriedly and serenely toward the room where her husbands voice had emanated, like the English lady she knew she was. Colonel David Adams was more than used to his young wife's tardiness when it came to him but had grown to accept it as part of what made her so perfect for him. He sat behind his large antique writing desk and waited for his wife to eventually respond to his call. Life was like that out here in paradise, he imagined that were they still in dreary old, bomb blitzed London she would had scurried in at the hint of his call. When at last she entered their eyes locked for the briefest of seconds and certainly not for the first time they were struck of how strange love can be that these two, with so little in common to begin with could have fallen so completely in love.

In fact to begin with Victoria had been appalled by the idea, she was twelve years his younger and this army Captain (as he was at the time) held no attraction for her at one of her father's society 'do's' , but he had been persistent, her parents had recommended him to an annoying degree and when he finally managed to get her alone she had never been with anyone quite so charming or focussed his task (which was to win her heart and hand in marriage). Looking at him now, behind his desk it was difficult for her to imagine why she had not fallen for him. He was rich, well educated, well spoken and considerate to her to a fault and made no bones about placing her on a pedestal and worshipping her beauty. At heart, Victoria was a very vain woman and easily flattered or insulted, David had quickly realised this and played to her strengths. They were married within two years of meeting.

Colonel David Adams left the army with distinction a couple of years before the second World War broke out in Europe and swiftly found a position as Governor on this idyllic, Asian island that was part of the British Commonwealth. It was a veritable paradise that he had taken to life on easily, there had been little for him to do and where once he would have itched to return to Europe to join the war effort he knew that his time for fighting was gone and younger, braver men than him were in his place. His one worry about the post had been how his beautiful, young wife would handle it. In London she had attended society parties and events relentlessly, showing an ambition for social climbing that was at once ferocious and tenacious. Initially he was correct, she was adamant that she did not want to leave, that it would be a "godforsaken wilderness she could never exist in". But for the sake of his career and with the promise that it would just be for two years she went and now five years later she could never imagine herself in any other place.

"My dear, you look radiant as ever."

She blushed at his praise though drank it up. He was a handsome man himself, over six feet tall, smart light brown hair and a fulsome moustache, his body a testament to the efforts he made in the army.

"I called you because I have the feeling that one of the servants is stealing money again (it would never occur to him that his own wife was pilfering the money herself to buy some fineries for her house). I know you dealt so well with that unpleasantness with Lucy a few months ago, perhaps I can leave the matter to you again."

"Yes my dear, just leave it to me."

"I knew I could rely on you my dear, let me know if you need any assistance."

Victoria smiled and headed downstairs. As idyllic and perfect as this couples life seemed there was one blight to them about this island paradise. The natives! Victoria in particular thought them no better than savages, not to be trusted and a good few steps below the lower classes she had had in her household employee back in England. They were slow, did not show her the proper respect, were discourteous to her guests and untrustworthy in her eyes and she treated them accordingly. But she had to employ them, there was no-one else.

But what Victoria couldn't have guessed was that she was, in fact, the most hated person, woman or man, on the island. Even the other society people here did not care for her attitude. She was stuck up, thought that her husband's word was law and anyone that disagreed a criminal and had the unfortunate knack of making everyone she came in contact with feel inferior to her. Her friends on the island were friends merely for show and position and secretly they despised her for her arrogance and conceit (and a few for her beauty). Worse than all that was her treatment of the native servants she employed, she spoke harshly and dismissively to them all, without exception and thought nothing of firing one of them when things went wrong or missing, rarely even worrying if she got the right person. The "Lucy" affair some months earlier that David had referred to was fresh in her mind as she descended toward the front door and sounded the gong to summon all the house staff.

Lucy had been a pretty, young native maid who Victoria worried that David may take a shine to due to her good looks and she had been at pains to keep them apart. At the first opportunity, Victoria saw to that Lucy was framed for stealing a trinket and had her dismissed immediately from the house. She went kicking and screaming and really calling her former Mistress all manner of vulgar names. It had been quite the scene.

She had all the staff gathered in a semi-circle and stood some two steps up the stairway to address them when the big front doors caved in and in rushed five Japanese soldiers, all armed and shouting and pointing and general panic and chaos ensued.

In the hour that followed Victoria Adams experienced many of the worst times of her young life up to that part. She did not understand a word the soldiers barked at her and one even came forward to grab her roughly by the hem of her dress and haul her onto her knees and pulled her hands onto her head in a similar position to that which the native staff had immediately dropped to from the first orders from the invaders. She knelt there shaking and quivering and aware of being watched extra closely by the soldiers. Soon more came into her house and surged upstairs and easily took David prisoner, with her especially distressed as he was hauled unceremoniously from the house. That was bad and she had barely recovered before an officer entered, searched through the kneeling prisoners and spied her, marched over and led her out of the house at gunpoint. She was marched to the town's prison building which usually only held drunks and trouble makers and was pushed in along with the other foreign women of the island. They were as disorientated and scared as Victoria was and they spent a terrible first night, shivering in captivity.

They were kept like that, in cramped, crude conditions for three whole days and during that time had to get by with little knowledge of what had happened to their men folk or the island in general. They were hungry and had to make do with a few loaves of bread and a jug of water each day and the mood was one of depression and foreboding, the war had come to the island and they were not prepared for all that it would bring. Really, as Governor's wife Victoria needed to stand up and draw the women together, to keep their spirits high but she didn't, all she thought about was her husband, herself and their house and what would happen to them.

On the forth day of their captivity a deputation of soldiers marched into the cell and separated to allow a short, evil looking officer to appear between them and address the scared ladies.

"Which one is Governor's wife, Mrs Adams?" he barked out staccato style in his clipped language.

Victoria was terrified and considered not owning up to it but she found that the others were already backing away from her and she was already sticking out. All right, she thought, chin up, chest out, I'm an English Lady and will not show fear before these terrible devils. Showing bravery that she scarcely felt inside she stepped up and announced proudly.

"I am and I want to complain to your senior officer, is this how you treat Ladies?" 

The little man smiled a crocodile smile and eyed the woman.

"I am the Senior officer on the island, Captain Fujita and we will treat you foreign invaders anyway we see fit. Private! Chain the woman and bring her with us. The rest of you will be dealt with presently."

Victoria could hardly prevent the soldier slapping chains and manacled on her wrists and locking them in place in front of her and she followed Captain Fujita from the prison and into the first sunshine she had seen since entering that hell hole. They marched Victoria out of the town and into a valley to the North which had previously been a green and lush area that people loved to run and play in. Now it was covered in small bamboo cages, locked and each containing a prisoner. Victoria recognised many of the men, all the non-native men on the island seemed to be there as well as the natives that had been in the police or their home guard style army. All looked pathetic and miserable, Victoria strained her eyes to try and see David but it wasn't until she had passed before all the cages and came to the last that she saw him and had the relief of knowing he still lived. She made to rush to his cramped cage and try to speak with him but a soldier dragged her back, instinctively she spat at him and without blinking he slapped her hard across the cheek. There was no rebuke from the Japanese Captain.

The cage was too small for David and he already looked distressed. Captain Fujita led Victoria away and out of earshot of her husband and spoke to her confidently.

"Mrs. Adams, we know that you were the Lady of the Island. The perfect English Rose (his face looked especially sour as he spoke her nationality), in fact. Your husband was the Governor and as such the symbol of power to the locals, of English power indeed. The glorious Imperial Japanese army has taken over this island in the name of the Emperor and as such I need to establish to the native public that we have taken full control."

Victoria tried to concentrate on his words while her eyes moved back to the sight of her trapped husband.

"As such Mrs Adams there is two ways I can establish this. Firstly, I can publicly execute your husband, he is in the army I believe and as such perhaps he will be foolish enough to try and escape, or made to look like he tried and then he would be shot for trying to escape."

He grinned right at Victoria and she saw his meaning clearly.

"You devil you, you're sick, you can't kill him. No! Not my David!"

Again she was slapped across the cheek, this time by the Captain.

"Do not interrupt Mrs. Adams. As I said, that is only one way I can get the control over the island that I want, it is symbolic. There is another way, one which would allow you to save your husband's life."

"Yes, anything. Please, I'll do it, whatever it is."

Again the crocodile smile.

"Very good, then you would need to publicly enter into my service as my slave. The entire island would have to see you willingly agree to complete obedience to me and to see you do whatever I demand of you. I warn you now, to demonstrate my power on the island, and the power of Japan's glorious army, I will endeavour to humiliate you, to degrade and debase you and it will be seen by the native population. In that way only will I not have to sacrifice your husbands life."

She barely recognised the enormity of what she was agreeing to, just that it was a way for her to save her beloved husband.

"Yes, all right, whatever, I'll do it. I'll do what you a ask, please free my husband."

"No. That is not the 'deal' Mrs Adams. I will allow the Colonel Adams to continue to live if you do as I ask but he must stay in his prison for the moment. You must come with me now, I have a ceremony to demonstrate your subjugation arranged, I was sure you would want to save your husband."

In a daze at all that had occurred since her release from the cramped jail cell, Victoria allowed herself to be led by the soldiers through the valley and back into the town. Here she was marched back to her former residence, the Governor's Mansion and was appalled to find it surrounded by relaxing soldiers and natives looking to barter with them or girls entertaining them. The islanders now looked with undisguised disdain and dislike at the Governor's pretty wife, the need to keep in her favour now long gone. Seeing the looks cast at her, Victoria dropped her eyes to the floor and tried not to look at them as she was led into her house. As she stepped inside the big front doors and heard them close behind her she allowed herself to look up and was astonished to find her former servant Lucy, she of the amorous glances at her husband descending the stairs looking and acting for all the world like she owned and was Mistress of the Mansion.

Many of the islanders had not been sad to see the Japanese army invade, were they any worse than the 'fat cat' British, who lived off their toil, treated them with distain and looked down their noses at them? Lucy had been one of those with that opinion and had not wasted time making those views clear to Fujita and making him more than aware of the antics of the British Governor and his detested wife. Within two days of his arrival Fujita had invited Lucy to his bed and she had gladly accepted. Once he had tasted her talents in the bedroom he was more than happy to aid her gain public revenge on her former employer.

As Victoria stared, open mouthed at Lucy she smiled almost the same as her lovers earlier reptile like movements of the lips. Fujita allowed the two women to size each other up, to gauge their new positions in life and to the cruel twists of fate before speaking to Victoria again.

"Miss Lucy has your dress laid out upstairs. I want you to wear this for the ceremony. I believe it will show you at your best as the Governor's wife. Now go with Miss Lucy and dress, I want you down here in an hour looking your very best!"

None of it made sense to Victoria and she allowed herself to be led up the stairs by Lucy with two soldiers behind her in case she tried anything. She wasn't about to. Rather she meekly followed the slim Asian girl upstairs and entered her own bedroom at Lucy's instruction. The soldier entered and undid the chains to allow Victoria's wrists sweet freedom and then he left the two women alone. Lucy wasted no time in telling her former employer to strip off her grimy clothing and get into a bath she had set up minutes before Victoria had arrived.

They proceeded in absolute silence, Victoria not knowing how to take Lucy's presence here or what her role was. Was she willing or unwilling? She suspected the latter but could hardly accuse her. Despite the situation she somewhat enjoyed the sensation of warm water flowing over her and washing away all the dirt and depression of the past few days, perhaps this was all a really bad dream. No such luck though, Lucy was there waiting for her when she exited the cooling water and helped dress Victoria in one of her favourite ball gowns, it was maroon and ruffled and showed a decent amount of cleavage. She had worn it proudly at the state fair last year and Lucy had chosen it especially as most of the islanders would remember her in that dress and associate it with her and her husbands position of power on the island.

Lucy helped her with her hair and jewellery (she was amazed the invaders had not stolen it) and escorted her silently down the stairs to the expectant Captain Fujita. He shared a knowing smile as he took Victoria's arm and led her out of the Mansion and to the Court House. There a platform was set up and a crowd of pretty much all the islanders were gathered (closely chaperoned by a regiment of Japanese soldiers eager to see what the Captain was up to). Victoria looked nervously out over the arranged masses, there must be nearly 200 people congregated in the town square, she could hardly think when she had seen so many people gathered together on the island. All of a sudden the Captain's words began to take on a significance to Victoria and she squirmed at the thought of what he had in store for her.

Captain Fujita addressed the masses and belying his small stature his voice boomed out over the square, it's natural shape adding to the echoing quality of his voice.

"Citizens. I am Captain Fujita of the Imperial Japanese Army, I am here to free you from the tyranny of the hated British. They have ruled here unlawfully for too long and we will liberate this Isle and once the war is won we shall leave you to run affairs yourselves."

There was a murmur then a subdued cheer from the crowd, unsure what reaction was required by the gun toting invaders.

"I will demonstrate our superiority to the British infidels and how they will bow before us and accept us as their Masters. You will recognise this woman as Mrs Victoria Adams as the wife of the previous British Governor, Colonel David Adams. This proud and arrogant woman has ruled over you people and enjoyed the spoils of your labour too long, today you see how she and her kind react to the superiority of the Japanese army!"

Victoria was liking the sound of this less and less, what on earth did the sadistic man intend? She was quickly to discover. He ordered he to step forward and haltingly Victoria obeyed. Then he had he drop to her knees and to kiss his scuffed army issue boots. It was humiliating for Victoria, Lady of the Island and a former darling of London society to have to do this, but her husbands life depended upon it and she did as bidden without comment. She heard some comment from the crowd, however.

"That's it, show the stuck up bitch what it is like to grovel!"

By now Lucy was standing at the front of the crowd and enjoying her former employers embarrassment, particularly as she knew what would come next.

"Strip naked, Mrs Adams, you and the people you represent do not deserve to wear such expensive clothing as that extravagant gown! Strip! All of it! Off!"


War Time Humiliation Ch. 01



A situation Lucy would not wait to exploit, especially when she was told of the message the Captain had just received from his superiors back in Tokyo. For the most part they had ignored his little war effort, content that he had control of the insignificant island, but the radio message his operator had handed him upon his return from inspecting his men's defences gave two bits of news that dissatisfied him.

Firstly, they were halving his squadron of men and reassigning them to the war effort on the mainland, with the island under control they did not feel he needed the amount of men he had anyway. He grimaced at that, he felt he was stretched for resources as it was and this was just going to make things harder. The second edict was that later that week two dignitaries from the Japanese government would be visiting and that Captain Fujita was to do everything necessary to ensure their visit was as comfortable and enjoyable as could be. He had dealt with these government types before and knew they would be nothing but trouble, a fact that troubled him greatly, he did not need any additional hassle in his life at that point. When he passed this information on to his inquisitive lover, Lucy, that night he was tired, lonely and worried about losing men. She realised that and suggested that Victoria should be used as the entertainment for the dignitaries. They would surely find many ways of entertaining themselves with her.

Most likely if she had made the suggestion on any other day he might have shot it down but those combined factors let him agree and before he was really aware of it Lucy was arranging it and having him fax back that the dignitaries would be treated royally.

They arrived days later and when he saw them exit the boat that had carried them there with their guards he winced, they were both short, squat, overweight figures who looked and acted slimy and creepy. They were lazy enough to have everything carried and done for them and when Fujita escorted them up to the Mansion house they nodded their approval of their abode for the next few days. When he led them into their shared room for their stay and their eyes alighted on the stunning blonde, collared and kneeling between their beds, their eyes nearly did cartwheels.

Once the plan was sorted Lucy had wasted no time informing Victoria that she would have to become the entertainment for the visiting government officials. Victoria shouted that she wouldn't, she wasn't some kind of whore to be used like that but shut up sharply when Lucy cruelly reminded her of her husbands plight and added that Captain Fujita was just looking for a reason to further assert his power on the island. Victoria soon bowed her head and said she would do whatever it took to save David. So now she knelt submissively was the two visitors appraised her classical, naked beauty.

For Captain Fujita, this arrangement was perfect. There was little doubt that the two men called Ozaki and Nakata respectively) certainly seemed to have little interest in how the Captain was running the island and his men, they were more interested in being entertained in their room. All he had to do was to count down the hours until they left and only wonder what the English woman was being asked to do behind the closed door of their room.

What she was doing was being the whore for the two men that she had sworn she could never be. That first day they had leered and ogled her initially, inspecting her like a piece of meat, objectifying her. But when they had headed off to tea and left her with instructions to unpack their suitcases and make the room comfortable for them she harboured hopes that it was just as a room maid she would be for their visit.. Those faint hopes quickly disappeared when they arrived up from their first meal, somewhat drunk and with malevolent a glint in their eyes.

They goaded her to begin with.

"Ah English woman is slave! Do not worry soon all English women in Asia will be nothing more than slaves for their Japanese masters! You are just first of many!"

Victoria knew there was nothing she could say or do to improve the situation so just stayed kneeling before them and taking their comments.

"But Captain Fujita say you good slave, he say that you do whatever to please your new masters. Is that correct?"

She nodded and mouthed a yes but no noise actually came out.

"That is good. It would please me greatly to see such a pretty English woman show her respect for me by servicing me orally."

With those words he unbuttoned his khaki trousers and let his semi-hard cock out at her eye level. She eyed it with disgust as he advanced upon her while the other visitor giggled at what his colleague was doing. She felt his hands on her head and his demeaning words barking at her.

"You suck me. Show your respect for your Masters!"

Trembling she parted her lips and admitted his cock, it was not very large, at least she was thankful for that, certainly not as large as her husbands or the Captain's that she had watched in action with Lucy. Still it was anathema for Victoria to be doing this and she had to close her eyes before the thin slab of man meat entered her mouth. She tried to steel her resolve and recall what she had witnessed that bitch Lucy doing so naturally with the Captain. Her thin, pink lips wrapped themselves around the shaft of his penis and her hand curled around the shaft as well and she sucked on it as her hand pulled it in and out of her mouth. It would be no consolation to her to know that it was the best blow job Hiroshi Ozaki had ever (or would ever) receive in his life.

As Victoria gave oral sex to his colleague Nakata - san was watching with glee, awaiting his turn and busying himself with undressing. Once he was nude he got down on his knees behind the blonde, English woman and groped at her pale body with his grasping hands. 

That first night the two men were like two school children let loose in a sweetie shop as they lied out all their sexual fantasies with Victoria. For a woman for whom sex had been such a small part of her life it was an awakening of sorts but hardly one she relished. First each man made sure they were satisfied by her mouth, each groaning with pleasure as they spurted their semen deep into Victoria's mouth and throat. The feel and taste as their cum slid down her throat was abhorrent to her and she was relieve to see both men roll onto their beds after they were satisfied, hoping her nights duties were over. But in fact, both men were just exhausted by their heavy meal and the exertion of being sucked off and after a short rest they had pulled their slave girl onto on of their beds and she lay on her back as they discussed which would be first to fuck her.

Nakata decided he was hard enough and mounted the bed then his slave, as his cock slipped into her pussy Victoria offered no resistance or signs of displeasure, just resigned acceptance.

"Come on Nakata, let us see if we cannot give her a nice Japanese baby to remember us by!"

Victoria stifled a sob at that thought and braced her body on the bed as the fat man began to fuck her. For her up that that point sex had been almost a troublesome second thought. She loved David but it was not so much the physical side of their relationship that she loved so much. Yes they made love on occasion but it had always been almost mechanical, a perfunctory action that was what was generally expected. Yet she had always privately considered the act of sex itself as vulgar and somewhat repulsive. But here she was allowing these two men to use her body, her most intimate parts, as they wanted all to preserve her beloved.

Her days were spent resting and trying to sleep in their room as the two dignitaries carried out their inspections, not really caring what the Captain was showing and telling them. Their questions grew shorter with each day in their hurry to return to their room and their willing, captive, English sex slave. Their returns brought more sex and depravity for Victoria. By the end of the week her mouth was worryingly starting to know and anticipate all the bumps, ridges and veins of both men's dicks while she was sure her pussy had never been worked in such a way and it felt sore and ached from over use as she snatched what sleep she could. They really were a disgusting pair, whether they splashed their load on Victoria's face or in her mouth, she was not yet sure which was worse, they would tell her bluntly what they had done and what they would do and derive pleasure from her reactions.

Finally, it was the last night of their visit. She had made it and managed to keep her sanity. She was proud that she had not broken down or begged these pigs, not given them the satisfaction of seeing that. Hat she didn't know was that Lucy had busily spent the day preparing an ancient island recipe which would allow the men to stay erect and hold off climaxing far, far longer than normal. When she told the two visitors the potions properties they all cackled and laughed and the two men downed the concoction just after their tea, in perfect time for it to take full hold by the time they ascended the stairs to their room.

It all started as it had done all week, one of them used her mouth to get to full hardness but it wasn't long before Victoria realised that the dick in her mouth seemed to be longer, thicker and harder than before and her efforts with her mouth and tongue were bearing no signs of success. Nakata soon tired of waiting for his companion to get off in the English woman's mouth and managed to manoeuvre her body onto the bed and, after slicking her pussy with his fingers, he dipped his own stiff cock inside her and Victoria fell to a new low as she was double penetrated by the two Japanese men. They set to work, grunting and sweating at their efforts to fuck the prostate blonde.

That was Victoria's longest night, one she thought would never end and it only did when both her men came within seconds of each other and fired their loads into her mouth and her pussy. Fortunately, the rest of their bodies were not as spry as their dicks and soon after they both fell asleep and left Victoria lying on the floor wondering when this nightmare would ever end.

They left the next day and Victoria was led down to her small room to recover. Captain Fujita watched her led away and felt relieved, the two government officials had thanked him for his hospitality and said that they would be returning with a report full of praise and regard for the job he was doing at the island. He had little time to reflect on the visit though as when he turned to march back to the Mansion to set about arranging what remained of his men to their guard and other duties he was faced by his second in command with an urgent message for him. He hurried back to the temporary radio room in the Mansion to be informed that he was needed back at the Headquarters for a meeting of the Army heads in that area, so he left later that week and left his second in command, Lieutenant Sakoda, in charge and Lucy in charge of the household.

By this point Lucy was totally overtaken with the idea of persecuting her blonde former employer, really she was consumed with it and a burning hatred for her. Hearing that the Captain was to be away and knowing that he would definitely block what she intended as it was too public, she decided to carry out her plan when he was gone. Since the two dignitaries had been and gone Lucy had been visited by a very clear vision and dream concerning Victoria and what Lucy saw as her ultimate humiliation.

Lucy had not been entirely faithful to her new beau, the Captain, during his stay on the island. She had a couple of quick, hard fucks with a couple of the soldiers that she had fancied (including Sakoda) and had been able to help her somewhat. With one of them she had revealed how much she hated Victoria and how much she wanted to humiliate her and ironically as he ejaculated in her mouth and on her face (she had asked him not to cum inside her) he told her of the act of bukkake. She was so aroused by hearing the legend of how unfaithful women were ordered (or tied up) to kneel outside town and the men of the town would show their distain for her actions by jerking off and cumming all over her, mainly her face but her chest too. Just the thought of that was too delicious for Lucy and as the young soldier told her about it she imagined it was Victoria who was being treated like that. As he finished explaining it to her she was fingering herself in excitement and knew that she had to arrange for that to happen to the stuck up English bitch.

Captain Fujita was barely off the island when Lucy had started preparations for her grand plan. First, she had Victoria walk out into the front garden and provided her with a shovel with which Lucy commanded her to dig a hole. Victoria thought about refusing but just expected be threatened with David again and at least this manual work was something different for her to do. So under the watchful, leering eyes of two guards Victoria spent a whole afternoon digging a small, deep hole. For one moment she had the horrible feeling she might be digging her own grave but as Lucy explained the dimensions of the hole she relaxed a bit. Whatever reason for digging the hole for the island bitch, Victoria just did it.

When, hours later, she had reached the indicated depth and Lucy had taken the shovel back and led her to her prison room again, Victoria couldn't help but wonder what it had all been about. As she lay on her straw mat, upstairs Lucy was arranging a group of men, led by two amiable soldiers that would both spend their nights rounding up more men, willing or otherwise for the show the next day.

Victoria was roused early and led up to her Mistress's room to dress and wash her, with still no mention for the purpose of the hole. They breakfasted and Lucy seemed to be in an uncommonly happy mood, but Victoria knew her mood could change at any moment and just kept her head down and got on with. it. Lucy led her out to the garden and the hole and Victoria was taken aback to be confronted with a large crowd of men outside the Mansion house. She turned to a smiling Lucy as if for explanation.

"Get in the hole Mrs Adams, you just kneel there and all these men are going to show you exactly what you should be used for, exactly what your worth on earth is."

"What? What is this? I.."

"Don't question me! Get in the hole or else. Actually wait a moment. Put your hands behind your back, I don't want those hands free to wipe any away."

As Victoria complied Lucy went behind her and used a thin length of rope to tightly bind her wrists behind her back.

"Good. Now get in the hole!"

Victoria did as instructed still totally oblivious as to what was going on. Once she was in and on her knees she found that the lip of the hole rested against her thin stomach. Just what was the crazy bitch up to? She wondered.

"Fill it in, make sure she's nice and tight in there" , Lucy gave the confident command and as far as the young soldiers were concerned she was giving the Captain's instructions. Victoria gave a shiver as the earth hit her rump and filled up on her legs and before long she was pinned in position, her arms hopelessly inept behind her. She looked up into Lucy's dark, mocking eyes and tried to a challenging look but was greeted with nothing but a laugh in her face.

"And now the men of the island and Captain Fujita's men can demonstrate exactly what they think of you, you and all your English ways."

Before Victoria had a chance to argue this point a young soldier stepped up and stood over her face, to her horror he had his penis out and he was busily masturbating it and within seconds had sprayed her aghast face with his white seed. Lucy loved the look of utter revulsion and repulsion on the snobs face . Lucy was more than prepared to take this to it's fullest extent and she urged the young soldiers forward and barked orders as to where to shoot their loads.

"Get her eyes. Aim for her nose, her mouth, fill them up!"

The line was almost perfect, of men ready to blow their load over the pretty English lady. While one jerked off at her face another was getting himself in a state of readiness behind him. Before long Victoria had realised to keep her eyes closed and her mouth closed and just knelt there in the earth letting these men ejaculate over her. She could feel the slimy substance run down her forehead, cheeks and chin onto her bare breasts. This was the final indignity for her and if her eyes were not so tightly closed, she would be crying uncontrollable tears.

She tried to escape that hole in the ground and was in a meadow with David eating a picnic and laughing and joking. Strangely in these dreams she now had hot, enjoyable sex with him, something she had never dreamed of before the period of captivity. As she tried to be in this better place, more and more men were stepping up and firing their sticky cum onto her face. When some of the men lost control too early they would hurry forward and there would be two guys masturbating onto her. It was not long before her face was coated in the sticky substance and she was barely recognisable as the former Governor's pretty young wife.

Some time later they were done. Victoria knelt there in her hole, her face caked in cum in various stages of drying. The soldiers and willing islanders had spent their loads and were now guiltily skulking away as if they could disassociate themselves from what they had been involved with. Only Lucy seemed genuinely happy and excited. She grabbed the Captain's second in command and whispered to him.

"Come on I will show you my thanks for helping arrange this. We can leave the bitch like this for the rest of the afternoon, it will show the whole island of the depths their former Governess has sunk to."

She was so aroused at what she had just watched, the ultimate humiliation of the English bitch, she was so turned on and this young soldier was about to receive the fuck of his life. She grabbed his hand and led him into the Mansion willingly.

Kneeling in her hole, Victoria wasn't even aware the ordeal was over. She wished a hero would come and use warm water to clean her face and pull her from this hole and carry her away to somewhere where none of this was happening. That hero was her husband, and while it may just have been her dream it was all she had to hold onto at that moment. She was trapped there, her face mask of man juice hardening on her.

They left her there, like that, for nearly twenty four hours. Almost everybody on the island saw her like that and realised what she had sunk to and when Lucy finally arranged for her to be removed from the garden and cleaned up she could see in Victoria's eyes that she was broken and that now Lucy could implement the next phase of her plan. Of course, before then she had to explain her actions to the returning Captain Fujita who was angry at first that she had arranged the bukkake but when she explained the reason he was happier.

"Your men need looking after Captain, and the girls at the brothel in town are becoming too familiar to them, I am sure that now the English bitch will willingly agree to lower herself to work there as a common whore."

So it proved when Lucy told her of her future job prospects as she led her by the collar to the shack that acted as the town (and armies) unofficial brothel.. For Victoria the humiliation was not nearly finished.

TO BE CONTINUED.......... 



War Time Humiliation Ch. 02



Tilstock was a rat, everyone on the island knew that and had known that for years. He barely even merited having his first name used. Just because his dad was a big cheese in the army years earlier Chris Tilstock had got away with a lot of shit over the years. David Adams had hated him when he was Governor of the island, both because he was such a work shy, untrustworthy shyster and also because he was such a letch over his pretty young wife Victoria. He would sleaze around her at every opportunity and generally pester her with little or no comeback from her as she would never have been interested in a pathetic specimen as him, especially with a husband like hers. He had made several 'inappropriate' comments to her upon her arrival and seemed to be impervious to her obvious and blatant disgust and repulsion to him, while David had decided to treat him with the contempt he so clearly deserved, not even giving him the respect of telling him to 'bugger off'. He truly was detested by almost anyone that had the misfortune of meeting with him.

Yet everyone on the island tolerated him and let his antics slide, it wasn't worth the hassle of doing or saying anything and he somehow always managed to make himself appear useful to have around. And then the war came to the island, bringing with it the invading Japanese and the ruling British citizens being swept into prison camps and enforced servitude. Being the kind of scum Tilstock was he soon managed to weasel his way into helping out the Japanese, making himself useful to them and selling what soul he had to save his own neck and gain as easy a life as he could. The other Brits and colonials despised him but he didn't care, he was out of the prison and his collaboration had gained all sorts of perks. Proper meals, clean water, a softer bed, being excused from the labour the other prisoners were set and now this the greatest perk he had earned so far. He smiled his reptilian smile as he turned the door handle and licked his lips, for what he was about to receive he was indeed thankful, and all for informing his Japanese captors of an escape attempt that was being planned.

He pushed the door open and the first thing he saw in the room was his own revolting reflection. He was 48 but looked older on a thin, wiry frame that did not look strong at all. He was five foot six and balding, his furtive, prying eyes hidden behind cracked, murky spectacles. His clothes were not at all what he was used to but needs must in these circumstances and compared to the rags that many of his compatriots now wore his shabby jumper, shoes and trousers were positively evening dress. He brushed back a long wave of his greying hair on his head and tidied himself in the mirror before stepping inside the room.

The room itself was inside the building that had for some years previous to the war been the island's Town hall, this had been a dressing room. Nowadays the building had been turned into a bordello cum brothel and the room was where the former Governor's wife was currently selling her body in order to preserve both her and her husband's lives.

Victoria Adams lifted her tired head from the pillow it had rested upon, her long blonde hair tangled and unkempt somewhat yet still retaining much of it's previous allure. She had a resigned look on her face at the arrival of another customer. It was three weeks since her hated rival, Lucy, the girl she had fired unceremoniously from her staff when she was the First Lady of the Island, had banished her to this hell, forced to prostitute and whore her sexy body out to a multitude of Japanese soldiers or their friendly islanders. Truthfully she didn't know which were worse, both were equally depraved and animalistic in their desires and it was genuinely such a debasement for someone of her upbringing and standing to perform such grotesque acts with these lowly scum. Looking back, that period after the Japanese army's initial invasion where Lucy and her boyfriend Captain Sakota had used her to fulfil Lucy's sadistic vengeance, making her parade though the town naked, having her act as a servant, making her eat Lucy's pussy, forcing her to become a 'comfort' prisoner for visiting dignitaries before finally performing a humiliatingly ritualistic bukkake before the whole islands population, was perhaps not so bad as the daily grind and disgrace of becoming nothing more than a series of holes to satisfy these bastards desires.

She looked at Tilstock in the doorway, taking a few moments to recognise him. As she shifted her position to properly face him she winced slightly with the old dog collar that Lucy had placed around her neck all those weeks ago when this nightmare had begun, chaffed roughly against her delicate neck. For the briefest moment hope bloomed in Victoria's eyes, after all, since being banished to this new demeaning role in life as a prostitute the only people she had seen had been either soldiers or islanders who had been sympathetic or helpful to the Japanese soldiers efforts. For all that she had loathed Tilstock before the war, once she recognised him she could not help but think that maybe he was the bringer of good news. But one look into his shifty eyes told her the story, told her that this was no hero come to her rescue rather just another customer. Tilstock smiled nastily at the dull realisation as it dawned in Victoria's eyes. As he moved slowly into the room she instinctively pulled her legs up on the bed and wrapped her arms around them protectively as she moved away from the advancing letch.

"W-What do you want? Why are you here?" she knew in her heart the answer but still had to ask, to hear what he had to say.

"I've come for you my dear, I've come to collect my just deserts I've waited a long time and put up with a lot to reach this point and now it's time to collect. I've come for your sweet ass Victoria!"

Tilstock was grinning maniacally at Victoria as he spoke and as he inched towards her, his hand reached to his belt and began to unbuckle it. The tired blonde pulled her legs in tighter to her chest and tried to find her voice to at least plead to him, to beg that he not do this but looking at him she knew it was pointless and hopeless and all that escaped from her lips was a small cry as he hauled off his belt and his raggedy trousers collapsed around his ankles. He no longer had the luxury of underwear so Victoria was immediately confronted, almost at eye level just yards from her, by the single most disgusting, scabby, dirty cock that she had encountered in her weeks as a 'comfort' prisoner even her cruel captors and the savage island men were more appetising than this.

Seeing her revulsion and disgust just spurred the brute on, cackling like a madman that had craved something for so long that he had become somewhat unhinged he spoke in a goading, menacing voice.

"What's the matter you stuck up cunt? Am I not good enough for you? I never fucking was, was I bitch! Well guess what, you don't look so high and mighty now, wallowing in this squalor like a tuppeny whore. I've got you now and I'm going to fuck you like I've wanted to for so long. Every hole! Your darling husband isn't going to fucking protect you now is he? He's too busy telling the Japs all he knows out in the field in his bamboo cage."

Despite her own plight, Victoria would not allow him to besmirch her husband, David like that.

"That's a lie! Take that back, it's you that is the collaborator, you are the traitor! David's worth a hundred of you!"

Smiling at having got so under her skin so easily, Tilstock reached forward to grab Victoria's unkempt, long blonde hair in his rough hand. She had backed up all she could and her bare back was now against the cooling, stone wall of her room. Holding her like that he bent forward to leer with his ugly face right into her pretty one (still retaining her natural grace and beauty even in these terrible conditions), as he spoke his mottled lips revealed rotting, stained teeth and he hissed triumphantly at her. 

"That's as may be Missy but this very morning I took a walk past his cage and filled his water bowl up with my own piss and let me tell you bitch he was drinking it straight from here by the end, that's what your precious fucking hero is reduced to doing now!"

It was no lie, Tilstock had revelled in doing such a hideous thing to the former Governor who had so hated and ignored him for so long, watching Major Adams scrabble round on hands and knees as he pissed on him had been a real personal triumph for Tilstock and just from his voice as he described it Victoria could sense that what he said was true. The news demoralised her further and her head dropped and slackened as the fight and resistance left her and a dull acceptance filled her.

"That's right and now his stuck up wife is going to suck me off!"

A final sob escaped Victoria as Tilstock pulled her head towards him and at the same time thrust his erect cock forward to rub against her lips. She almost retched and gagged at the prospect of what she was going to do, the fact this was so much more personal than all the others just made it all the worse and she could barely believe that one of their own would sink to these depths. The smell of stale sweat and the disgusting sight was too much for her and as she closed her eyes she felt his fingers prying her mouth open and then his dick slowly ploughed it's way in, sliding horrifically for her, along the length of her tongue.

Uuurgh! He was a filthy and disgusting cur and it certainly didn't help when his hairy, sweaty balls slapped against Victoria's delicate little chin as his cock strained deep into her mouth. For his part he was in heavenly rapture, holding the young blonde's head tightly he pushed his groin forward and was rewarded with the indescribable feeling of his large foreskin being slowly peeled back as his cheesy helmet pushed further in until it poked against the back of Victoria's throat. He screwed his eyes shut in ecstasy, as much at the thought of doing this to the perfect English Rose who for so long had been on a pedestal to him, unattainable and untouchable. The thought of her transformed into this cheap, dirty gutter whore was such a turn on to him.

He pulled her head off his cock and stared deeply at her as he spat out his next harsh words.

"That's it whore! Suck my cock good because it's going right up your tight asshole next!" 

She flinched and gasped at the sudden release and the promise of what debasement was to follow but the cowardly Tilstock just saw that as another opportunity to ram his hard, slimy cock back into her mouth and once again enjoy the feel of her soft lips on his penis.

"Yeah that's what your mouth's for Mrs Adams, eh? Not looking down your nose at me now are you? Not so fucking snooty with my big cock in your gob, eh?"

God he was loving this and he seemed positively deranged as he laughed at the various misshapes Victoria's mouth was forced into as his cock head pressed against both her cheek walls alternately. 

Gagging, coughing, her eyes blurring as they filled with tears, Victoria struggled to keep it all together, she thought she might just go mad there and then. The stress and strain of the past couple of months since the Japanese army invaded the island had built and built and now this latest indignity and humiliation was pushing her to her breaking point. She felt like just snapping her teeth together and biting the fucking bastards dick right off, it was anger and emotion that she had never experienced before but also mixed with the deepest regret because she knew she would never do it. Captain Fujita and that she-devil Lucy had left her in no doubt that the fate of her beloved husband were she not to 'play ball' with any of her 'customers'. So in the end all she could do was try and position her head forward a bit to try and at least gain a measure more of comfort, but it wasn't much.

It also did not last for very long and her discomfort at her mouth being fucked so crudely was to be nothing to the prospect she was then faced with as Tilstock plucked his slimy cock from her lips and, with trails of her own saliva hanging from her mouth, he flipped her over onto her front and she felt her ass cheeks being pawed and parted by the perverts hands.

Defiance long since gone to be replaced by pathetic pleading she tried to turn her head over her shoulder and beseech him feebly.

"Please, no, please don't do this, please, I can't, I..."

The unfeeling bastard Tilstock paid her no heed and continued to pull her ass cheeks apart and in an instant his thick cock was pushing up against her tight ass hole, probing and almost goading her before pushing further in.

"No chance bitch! All rich bitches like you should experience this! You should all find out what your asshole is actually for!"

She was his fuck puppet and they both knew it, she tried to relax her body to not fight back, knowing from bitter recent experience that that would only make it worse but she could not rid from her mind the sick pervert who was doing this to her. It wasn't some nameless and faceless Japanese soldier this was one of their own, an Englishman, a countryman of hers and as he inched his filthy penis deeper into her asshole he creepily patted her long blonde hair like she was some kid of pet. This also wasn't about just the sexual act it was about power and Tilstock was revelling in having this once all powerful woman reduced to this and he smiled with every thrust of his hips as he pressed deeper into her asshole .

"I've got good news for you whore! I'm about to cum, but the bad news is I want to cum in your mouth, I want you to taste your own ass as you taste my seed! Do you want that?"

Was there no end to the depths Tilstock would sink? Apparently not, as he pulled out of Victoria's ass, pulled her onto her knees before him and used his grip on her hair to make her nod her ascent. It was a mockery but he didn't care and prised her lips apart with his rigid, pulsing cock and thrust his meat, so recently buried to the hilt in her ass, into her gagging mouth and just as he was in it pulsed wildly and began to spray his foul semen deep into her mouth and she felt it hit the back of her throat and slowly trickle down her gullet. She was close to vomiting as he allowed the full load to shoot out then withdrew his shrinking member only to slap it messily and dismissively against her chin.

"Clean it up, I'm done with you for now!"

She got to work on that vile task with little enthusiasm and was still at it when the door swung open again and her nemesis Lucy, the native bitch whose vindictiveness had reduced her to the role of island whore, sashayed into the room and smirked at what her former mistress at the mansion was busy doing.

"Enjoying your prostitute Mr. Tilstock, has she serviced you to your content?"

"Hardly, I don't think the bitch tried at all!"

"Oh really? That is strange, you would have thought that if she really cared for her husband she would have put her full efforts into pleasing her customers, don't you?"

It was a rhetorical question, Lucy would not be particularly interested in what a pathetic, insignificant tosser like Tilstock thought about anything. He wasn't anything to her, wasn't even fit the lick the shit from her shoes much less have his opinion count for anything.

Unlike her former employer, who at that time was not looking her best at all, Lucy stood before them in her full glory. She was wearing a short black dress that showed off her slim, feline figure to great effect. Her dark eyes sparkled in her pretty, tanned, Asian face and her long dark hair glistened silkily down her back as she stepped confidently towards the two Brits. How she enjoyed that now these two were in her power after so long bowing and cow-towing to them and their kind. Indeed Lucy, thanks to her intimate relationship with Captain Fujita (and some of his regiment!), was enjoying a great deal of power and influence on the island and was becoming more cocky and confident with every passing day. She stood inches from Victoria's desperate, sloppy, coughing face and reached down to cup the blondes chin and force her to look up at her while the weasel like Tilstock stood to one side.

"Maybe you are tired of doing this for your husband. Maybe you no longer care that his fate rests with you and your actions. Maybe you don't care if he lives or he dies."

"No! Please, it's not that. I do it again! I'll do better! Please don't!"

Lucy's lips lifted into an evil smile and she condescendingly patted the top of Victoria's head.

"There, there. I know you will and perhaps to show that devotion of yours, to show that eagerness you have for saving your dear David you can give Mr Tilstock a little something extra perhaps. You know just to show me how committed a whore you really are."

Victoria tried to take all the hate she felt for the bitch out of her look as she strained her head up to swallow and nod her ascent.

"That's good; I thought you would think like that. Tilstock! Stop cowering over there and get yourself here, your pleasure's not finished yet, though I think I'll get more enjoyment out of this than either of you. Go on man! Stand over there with your back to us! Yes, like that, now bend over and pull you're ass cheeks open. Don't complain, just fucking do it! Right, now then whore, you want to do anything to preserve your husband? Well you can crawl over there and get to work, lick his arsehole clean!"

For a moment there was pure silence in the room as the two Brits digested this instruction and Lucy watched their changing reactions and expressions with delicious amusement. Tilstock eventually gave a nervous chuckle and complied with the command, pulling his hairy ass cheeks apart to provide Victoria with a stomach churning sight.

"Well what are you waiting for whore? I thought you wanted to help David?"

This was the pits of despair for the pretty blonde but nevertheless she moved onto all fours and began to crawl to her next assignment trying all the time to mentally justify the depths of depravity she was sinking to. Could this really be the woman who had attended Royal Gala's only a few short years ago, the young woman who was an ever present at society gatherings with the great and the good of Thirties London the young lady who had married the man of her dreams in a lavish ceremony put on by her rich father. And here she was about to lick the hairy ass of one of the lowest pieces of scum she had ever had the misfortune to meet.

"And you'd better look eager to do it whore! I want to be able to believe that you really want to taste Tilstock's ass, that it's a real treat for you, convince me or else!"

Victoria hesitated, her head just inches from Tilstock's pulled apart ass she closed her eyes and blocked from her mind what it was she was doing and extended her tongue and leaned forward and tentatively began to lap at his hairy ass.

"That's no fucking use! Open your eyes bitch and get digging with that tongue, get it right up there!"

Swallowing her pride further the blonde opened her eyes to view the expanse of hairy skin before her and pressed her tongue further in until it touched Tilstock's puckered asshole. She had no chance to contemplate her horrific task before she felt Lucy's hand grip her hair and push her face deeper into the bum cheeks and the Asian woman command Tilstock to back up and push his ass onto Victoria.

For all his perversions and depravity, Tilstock had never even dreamed of doing something like this never mind actually done it and his cock state of complete arousal certainly indicated that he was enjoying it. Lucy too was getting off on humiliating her rival so completely and while her right hand kept a tight reign on Victoria's head and made sure to rub the blonde's face and tongue hard on Tilstock's arse, her left hand descended to her own crotch and she fingered herself through the thin cloth of her dress.




War Time Humiliation Ch. 02



Victoria had her face and tongue used as toilet paper for what felt like an eternity but in actual fact it was only a couple of minutes before Lucy released her hold on the Englishwoman and order the man away so that she could gaze on the disgusted look upon Victoria's face.

"Go on, get away you pathetic specimen! You've done your job now go back to spying on your own people you snivelling coward!" shouted Lucy dismissively at Tilstock and he cowered away from her strong words and fairly fled the room, leaving Lucy alone with her former employer The slight Island girl stood dominantly over the English blonde and sneered as she coughed and sobbed and spat the taste from her mouth.

"Well then Mrs Adams (said with the utmost sarcasm). You've learned a new trick today, haven't you? And once I tell the Captain I am sure all his men will want to savour it too. I'm sure you will soon be known as the island's premier arse licker."

And with that thought Lucy exited the room cackling with delight and left Victoria to wonder when this nightmare would ever come to an end.



War Time Humiliation Ch. 03



THE STORY SO FAR

David Adams is Governor of a Pacific Island in the 1940's. He and his wife are living the high life on this island paradise when the unthinkable happens and it is invaded and taken over by the Japanese army. Captain Fujita, in charge of the invading force, decides to show the islanders the inferiority of the previous British regime by humiliating Victoria Adams, the Governors wife. In this he is ably assisted by his island lover, Lucy, who holds a particular grudge against Victoria and who is only to keen in coming up with ways to publicly humiliate the former society queen. From making her strip nude in the town centre before a crowd of islanders, serving as a lowly maid at the Colonial Mansion, making her a comfort prisoner to serve the sexual needs of two visiting Japanese officials, to acting as the island's whore in a makeshift brothel to taking a bukkake Victoria has gone through all these trials and more all to ensure her David's continual survival at the nearby Prisoner camp.

And she'll keep doing it to save her husband, such is her love for him and their station in life. The problem is that Lucy will keep on coming up with more and more perverse ways in which she can help her husband..............

*

It was Victoria's fifth day in the barrel, she was sure of that, she thought she had first spent a day in it on Monday so this must be Friday, right? But she was no longer sure about such trifling matters like what day it was, it didn't really matter after all. She didn't spend all day and night in the barrel, just a few hours at a time and it wasn't so uncomfortable, not on her body, at least. She was ensconced inside what was a very wide wooden barrel, it was wide enough at the bottom that she was easily able to kneel on the soft cushion that rested on its bottom. She was nude inside it and some light came through the seams and the fact was it was in the shade most of the day so she really wasn't too uncomfortable inside it. What made her uncomfortable was the hole three quarters of the way up the side of the barrel and the selection of cocks that were continually put through it during the course of the day. Well, that and what she was expected to do with them.

Lucy had excelled herself this time in coming up with an embarrassing task for her former employer, the cruel and kinky island girl had grinned from ear to ear when she had thought of a solution to her lover, Captain Fujita's complaint that his men were becoming to stressed while on patrol and needed some relief while they were still in the field (with the war in full swing his numbers were constantly being depleted). The barrel was fully Lucy's idea, the thought of the stuck up English bitch being put in there and made to suck every cock put into it was too much fun and she even convinced the Captain that the islanders would like a shot of it too.

So the beautiful blonde Englishwoman had spent her week like this, knelt inside a barrel and sucking coloured cocks to stiffness then accepting their loads of cum on her face or in her mouth. It was something that the proud woman was beginning to accept as normal and part of her life, her existence as the most important woman on this island and the perks that came with it long since forgotten. As her mind wandered unerringly to thoughts of her captured husband they were broken, once more by a long, semi-erect penis popping through the hole right at her eye level. She knew the drill by now, and her lips reached up to accept the cock into her mouth, with no knowledge if this was the cock of her former servants, her captors or even some town tramp, she tried to block those thoughts out.

This one, in fact, belonged to a soldier and as he enjoyed the Englishwoman sucking his cock he visualised the beautiful blonde as she had looked on that first week when she had been ordered to strip before the whole town. Proud, arrogant and superior everything the soldier associated with the English, now here she was giving out blind blow jobs to all and sundry. You could hardly describe Victoria's reluctant oral style as enthusiastic, more functional, designed to get the job done in the least possible time.

Victoria absent mindedly brushed some strands of her long, blonde hair from her face as her hand fastened around the long, thin penis and began to suck hard on it's tip. She tried not to let her mind wander to a few years earlier in her life, when she was enjoying the high life in London, everything paid for by her father or even just a few short months ago when life was so tranquil and exotic as she and David lorded it on their tropical paradise, hard to consider how she could have sunk to this - sucking dick in a barrel. even worse, she realised, she was developing her cock sucking technique to better allow her to get the guys off quicker. Her cultured mouth worked harder than it ever had, her long, elegant fingers rolled at the foreskin and balls she was presented with and her tongue seemed to coax their cum out from their balls.

Outside the barrel the soldier knew that he was close to cumming and did not have to consider at all where his load went, he just leaned back, took the chance to wave a young peasant girl that was hurrying past and obviously disgusted with what he was doing and empty his balls into the barrel. This was where Victoria had really surprised herself as she had taken to swallowing the cum rather than having it spray randomly into the barrel. She had decided this after the first day when she had hardly swallowed a drop and when she had emerged from the barrel she had her face, hair and body coated in dried sperm and the cushion she had knelt on was too. Lucy was quick to inform her that as she was such a mess she would not be allowed a bath or wash that night and if she wanted one again after being in the barrel she had better get used to the taste of cum. So Victoria did, she could not bring herself any more to rally against the vindictive Island girl and a night sleeping with cum all over her was enough to convince herself of the merits of swallowing.

It was easier this way, she tried to emphasise to herself, it didn't taste too bad (so why did she want to vomit with every drop of cum that slid slowly down her throat?) and at least she didn't have to look into the eyes of whoever it was that was pumping their semen into her. She sucked the soldier dry and watched as his shrinking dick was pulled from the hole and he moved on and wondered how long it would be until the next one while trying to mix the sticky stuff on the inside of her cheeks and tongue with her own saliva so she could better swallow it down. Before she had even finished doing that another piece of cock meat was being thrust through the hole and from the dark brown colour of it and the untamed mess that was his pubic hair, it would almost certainly belong to an islander.

Victoria found sucking the cock of an islander, for some reason, far worse than that of one of the Japanese soldiers. She had realised this and tried to fathom why, perhaps it was because she could equate giving a soldier a blow job with helping her husband, could square it away in her mind, but hot the natives, not the people that not so very long ago had looked upon her as something akin to royalty and untouchable - to orally pleasure them was wholly unacceptable and needless to her. Yet she knew if she did not comply that evil bitch Lucy would soon find out.

This particular one was disgusting. The smell was repugnant, he very obviously did not wash in that area very regularly and it was almost slick with sweat even as she reluctantly wrapped her lips around it. It tasted rotten too and it was all she could do not to gag but she forced herself to keep on it and to begin to use her lips and tongue on it as the man obviously leaned against the barrel trying to force it deeper. Her nose wrinkled as the long mane if prickly, black pubic hair reached her nose and she was thankful she could use her hands to keep a little distance between her mouth and his thrusting crotch. What Victoria did not know, and would be aghast to know, was that the cock belonged to her former gardener Sammy, a big bull of a man, and while he was enjoying the former Mistress of The Big House sucking his cock he would surely have liked to do a whole lot more to the petite blonde.

But for that point Sammy was going to have to make do with Lady Victoria's oral ministrations in the barrel, which, judging by the way his big, heavy, hairy balls were throbbing were working just fine at that particular moment. he grunted and held on tight to the rim of the barrel, wishing that he could lift off that lid so he could look down at the posh lady and see her sucking him in, but in lieu of that satisfied himself with plunging his groin further and further into the wooden hole. Then he jerked and spasm before flooding Victoria's mouth with what she could only describe as the vilest, foulest tasting substance that it had ever been her misfortune to ever taste. She swallowed some but there was too much for one gulp and the remainder pooled in her mouth before spilling from the corners of her mouth and dripping messily onto her chest.

"Lick it clean Miss, lick it clean!"

Pleaded the gardener to the barrel and even as Victoria began to suck and lick the debris and residue from his diminishing member she was trying to recognise the voice. It came to her a few seconds later, it was Sammy the gardener. God, that just made it worse knowing that she had just given a blow job to the simple oaf that used to tends to the mansions gardens. Uuurgh!

And so the days would pass in the barrel, perhaps as bad as what Victoria did in there was when she exited the barrel at the end of the day. Always there was a small gathering, a crowd almost, waiting to watch the beautiful English blonde emerge and look either scornfully or pityingly at her. Victoria could only imagine how many of the men, whether soldiers or islanders, she had sucked and serviced were standing there looking at her. And always there to greet her was Lucy, that triumphant look upon her face, another day of humiliation for her former employer adding to her good temper.

So that, then, was Victoria Adams existence and it continued like that for months. Oh, sure she was not always in the barrel. Every so often Lucy or Captain Fujita changed their minds and had a whim to have Victoria doing something else. Back in the big house as a maid was a favourite, as was her role within the 'brothel' that she had worked in in town. 

Life passed by on the island with the constant reminder that a World War was in full swing but the Islanders tried their best not to let their normal lives to too much affected and the ever diminishing group of soldiers were ever more happy to be stationed on the idyllic island and not sent the hotter spots of the war. The prisoners were kept in better conditions than many of their contempories across the Pacific rim but still it as not really tolerable, unless you were Victoria Adams, in which case it was worse than intolerable, and one sticky, tropical Friday evening it was about to get a whole lot worse for our distressed English Rose.

That evening, after a hard days cleaning at he soldiers barracks, Victoria was unexpectedly called to Captain Fujita's office (it had used to be David's and it made her heart sink every time she saw that cruel Japanese soldier sitting behind the antique writing desk) where she had been told she would be escorting the Captain that night. In just her ragged summer dress she was led out and through the town towards what had become the unofficial brothel. The Captain walked a step or two behind Victoria, prodding her with his stick if she dawdled at all, enjoying the varying looks of disgust, envy and pity that the Islanders threw their way. of course, Victoria knew only too well the way to this building and what went on inside it, having spent many days and nights in there servicing the men folk (mostly the Japanese soldiers but occasionally sympathetic Islanders too) and their twisted desires. But on this occasion Victoria was shepherded into a small room to the back of the building that she had never been in before, certainly not since its not so pleasant conversion.

"Stand over there servant girl!" the Captain ordered, pointing his stick at the far wall away from his seat (the only furniture in the room). 

Victoria abhorred him using that name for her, for one thing the man was hardly any older than she was and for another to be reminded of serving this bastard and his lover was the worst thing she could think of. She also had the sinking feeling as she crossed to the far wall that she was next going to be required to strip off for him, another thing she despised doing for him. But she wasn't, this time. Instead, in his mocking, heartless pigeon English he gave her more instructions.

"Behind you is a strip of canvas, pull it away. You see there two holes at eye level, yes? They see through into the room next door to this, within a picture that hands on the next door room's wall, it allows you to spy on the activities next door. Look through. Look!"

Inexplicably, Victoria did not want to look. But did so anyway. Immediately, she recognised the room. It was the same one where she had been whored out on so many times before, immediately memories of all the vile and wretched things she had done in that room came flooding over her: sucking cocks, being fucked in all her holes, multiple men orgies, licking assholes, giving hand jobs even being used as a toilet she had done the full gamut of depraved activity to ensure her and her husband's continual survival. Panicking as it all came back to her so freshly and as the realisation set in that through this peep hole she had probably been watched while doing these things she held onto the wall and tried to concentrate on the room itself as she attempted to regain her composure.

Movement within the room brought her fully back to her senses but before she could even take in what that movement was Captain Fujita had come up behind her and reached around her to place a gag tightly in her mouth and tie it in place behind her head. Victoria did not struggle, she was used to meekly accepting whatever the Captain wanted to do by that point. Then as she watched the room again she heard his voice hissing in her ear.

"You watch what happens, it will be very interesting to you. But you do not make any noise. You make any noise and you regret it badly!"

She did not doubt Captain Fujita was capable of carrying through any threat he made and was sure to be silent as she gazed intently through the small eye holes.

And in that room? Her mortal nemesis, Lucy was lounging on the bed that the holes looked out over. When Lucy had first entered the scene she had been clad in a luxurious silk dressing robe (one of Victoria's old ones!) but it had quickly been discarded and the Asian girl now relaxed on the well used brothel double bed in white lingerie. The pristine white underwear contrasted beautifully with her tanned, brown skin, the lacy white bra a half-cup that showed ample breast flesh, while the pant were of a scandalously small nature to Victoria's mind and the white stockings even more so. Still it was difficult not to admire Lucy's body however much Victoria despised her. She wondered for a moment whether Lucy knew that she was watching her, but surely she must?

Lucy looked so cocksure, so confident and assured leaning back on the mattress and arching her back, the very essence of sexuality and sensuousness and so trim and fit of figure. The door to the edge of the room opened and Victoria gave a gasp into her gag as her husband, David walked into her eyesight. 

She had not seen him in nearly a month, which was not so unusual for their current regime of captors. Captain Fujita and Lucy only let her see him briefly and infrequently when they wanted to remind her why she was doing all the base things that she was doing and to re-inforce the idea that his existence was very much in his wife's hands. The last time she had seen him, she had again thought how poorly he looked. Stuck in what amounted to a cage in a field with basic rations would take its toll on any man, and it certainly had on this well educated man. She had thought then that he would struggle to last another six months at that rate and implored her captors to do whatever it took to care for him better. Now though, he looked a different man from the distant, emaciated figure in his cage. He had been bulked up since then and had regained a bit of colour, though still a pale shadow of his former self the sight of him like this was enough to briefly lift Victoria's sunken heart. But only for the shortest of moments.

Other than his change in build (which was assuredly for the better) there seemed to be more different about David. He moved like an automation, stiff and brittle and from the brief flashed Victoria was afforded of his eyes they were distant and unsure of his surroundings. This she was sure was because as far as she was aware he had barely been out of the cage in the field during the past couple of years. He said something to Lucy which, agonisingly was beyond Victoria's hearing and the beautiful Asian girl slipped meekly off the bed and dropped to her knees submissively before him. Victoria gave another gasp of dismay at this and the deepening foreboding she had about this but was pulled up short by a tug at her hair and the Captain again censuring her in his menacing whisper.

"Quiet slave girl! Or you will regret it!"

She stifled her reaction from then on, knowing the Captain would be as good as his word, already she wanted to look away but could not seem to tear her eyes from the twin holes before them.

In the watched room Lucy was inching her head closer to David's crotch, to Victoria's rising horror it was apparent that David was welcoming her attentions. He reached down to stroke Lucy's luscious long jet black hair and sighed as she began to undo what amounted to his belt and let his ragged trousers fall to his ankles. Victoria's view was somewhat obscured but it was brutally obvious that Lucy was about to perform oral sex on her husband and that David was a more than willing recipient. By now she had mustered the strength to pull her eyes away from this horrible sight but immediately found the Captain's hand at her neck making sure she had to watch the action unfold in the room.

David Adams (retired Colonel) was wearing no underwear and Lucy had no more barriers between her lips and his penis. She slowly stroked it, patting it almost like a family pet. While her left hand did that her right hand began to gently massage his balls and agonisingly slowly his cock began to stiffen and come to life. Lucy looked up with her dark eyes at David and asked him something that again Victoria could not quite hear, David nodded and at that Lucy dipped her head and took his growing cock into her mouth. The effect was like a dagger through his watching wife's heart and her legs went weak and she had to lean against the wall to support herself. In the room itself, Lucy continued her oral efforts on the prisoner, and it seemed to be working as his cock was growing harder and longer as she sucked, but she had no intention of only taking it in her mouth. Having satisfied herself that it was wet enough and excited enough she slipped back off it and stood up and led David (by his stiff cock!) towards the bed.

And there, on that self same bed that Victoria had whored herself on, where she had taken all that foreign cock in her various holes and swallowed so much cum, she had to watch her beloved husband make love to her mortal enemy. And you could not deny Lucy's prowess in the bed. She wasted no time in hauling off David's tattered shirt and exposing him bare naked, and as he fixated on her pert, firm breasts she deftly slipped off her bra and pants leaving her clad in only those provocative white stockings. She took a moment to dip her right index and middle finger in her own pussy, taking them out visibly shining with her juices and fed them into David's mouth to lick at. Her supple, nubile body seemed to be too much for David and he collapsed atop her, leaving her to all the work of slipping his erect penis inside her wet pussy. Then he was in and she slowly wrapped her thin legs around his body and pulled him in even deeper and began to fuck him for all that she was worth.




War Time Humiliation Ch. 03



She took him like that for only a short time, before taking further control and rolling over (with him inside her) so that she was on top and riding him - and gosh did she ride him! Her tits jiggled and bounced with the intensity of her efforts like she was milking his dick with everything she could muster. 

Victoria had tears in her eyes by now and watched on in consternation as the Asian girl showed just how energetic a lover she was, but she was shocked out of her self pitying state by the sudden ripping of her own dress from her body and the Captain's rough hands on her own bottom.

Victoria's body froze as she felt the Captain complete the job and rip the dress completely apart so that it dropped to the floor at her ankles and she was stark naked facing away from him. Even with this new and unwelcome development, Victoria could not keep her eyes off the action in the room as Lucy continued to ride David hard.

The Captain's hand began to stroke across Victoria's smooth ass cheeks, his rough, calloused hands feeling repulsive to her sensibilities. They moved up her hip and round her hips to reach up to cup her breasts from beneath, groping them eagerly and kneading them in his strong fingers.

"I like your soft, English titties but today I think I want ass sex."

Victoria gasped into her gag and struggled to keep her eyes at the holes in the wall as the Japanese Captain's hands moved from her breasts back to her ass and pulled her cheeks apart. His dick was already out, he had been slowly masturbating it as he watched the Englishwoman watching her husband's apparent unfaithfulness. He had really gotten off on that. Now he wanted some action himself. His six inch cock was slick with pre-cum and he used that and some saliva to wet Victoria's puckered little asshole to give him the lubrication to penetrate her. He did not stand on ceremony or give Victoria any indication when he entered her, just pushed himself inside her ass like she was nothing more than a piece of meat. As she felt him slide. Slowly, horribly inside her she looked up to see Lucy trashing about wildly on top of David and obviously very close to cumming - something Victoria had never done while making love to her husband. She closed her eyes to hide the scene and felt her body being pumped from behind and submitted to this latest indignity. Thankfully, it did not last too long, the Captain too excited to being with could not contain himself much further and fired his load of spunk deep into Victoria's ass after only a few brief minutes.

"Now get down on your knees and lick me clean, slave girl!"

The Captain pulled the gag from her mouth and pushed her to her knees (at least this broke the spell the sex next door had cast upon her) and present his cock, straight from her ass to her mouth. This was not the first time she had done this and any aversion to doing it was long since gone. She deftly took the shrinking penis into her mouth and almost expertly sucked and licked it clean, much to her captor's amusement.

"You good cock sucker, slave girl. It is what you are on earth to do!"

He leaned over her to peer through the eye holes himself and exclaimed with a laugh.

"Ha, look at that, it seems your husband has not forgotten how to cum either! Look! He is emptying his balls inside Lucy!"

He had to pull an unwilling Victoria to her feet and press her face to the eye holes to see what she so desperately did not want to see. By this point Lucy was back on her back, her legs spread wide and wrapped around David's body as he, by the looks and sounds of it, finally came inside her then slumped forward on top of her. Victoria was heart-broken and like a zombie as a smiling Captain Fujita got dressed and led her, still naked, through the town back to her chores at the Mansion house.

*

Back in the room in the brothel, once she was made aware that the Captain and Victoria had left, Lucy started laughing. The soldier that had informed her of their departure from the hidden room had also placed manacles and chains back around Colonel Adam's wrists and ankles and was readying him for a return to his prison. His head was down and he was obviously upset. He had been made aware that Victoria would be observing what had gone on and told that unless he played his part well she would suffer, so he had acted like he was a willing participant in the charade and this seemed to be amusing Lucy no end. Goaded by her and aware that his wife was now gone, David snapped.

"Shut up you bitch! Why don't you just shut the hell up!"

Lucy smirked at her would be lover and eased herself off the bed, clad still only in her white stockings, with his cum visible on her pussy lips. She slinked over to him and held his chin so that he looked into her eyes.

"I may be a bitch but I own you and your slut of a wife so I would be careful what you say to me."

And with that warning Lucy hammered her knee right up into the English gentleman's balls with a satisfying crunch. He dropped gasping to his knees and Lucy commanded the soldier.

"Get that worthless piece of shit out of here!"

*

Spring time 1945 was a time of upheaval in most of the World never mind those Pacific Islands and it seemed to be slowly dawning on everyone on the Island, soldiers, prisoners and Islander alike that there was a real possibility that Japan would not be the victors of the conflict. No one really knew what would happen and on the Island there existed a strange, almost surreal atmosphere with everyone wary and cautious of the other. Victoria Adams had not been allowed access to her husband since that day where she had spied on him and Lucy, for nearly two months and since then she had sunk into a depression that seemed to never lift. She, like almost everybody else, was waiting to see what was going to happen. She would find out a lot sooner than most of them.


The Captain and Lucy had, by and large, ignored Victoria for nearly a week when she was summoned up to the Captain's office. As she entered she was slightly gratified to see the strain beginning to show on his face and could afford an inward smile at the worried look on Lucy's face. It would not last long as the Captain detailed what the future held for her.

"You will be taken from this island, Mrs Adams (no 'slave girl' now she noted) and brought to my brothers establishment back in Nagoya, Lucy will escort you along with one of my most trusted soldiers."

"But why? You can't do this! My place is on this island."

"Silence! I can do what I wish with you. My brother runs a very successful brothel in the city and I told him you would be a most welcome new attraction. You will bring in much new business. Now 

Victoria was led, under escort form the room and despite her protestations and pleas she knew by the Captain's tone that he was not going to alter his decision. In under two days she found herself on the weekly boat to the mainland with Lucy and the soldier for company. Lucy was her sneering worst, taking every chance to describe what Victoria's future held for her.

"You will become a valued whore in Nagoya. Captain Fujita tells me his brother runs a most excellent whorehouse and I am sure many of hit clients will not have encountered a Blonde beauty such as yourself. Word will soon be spread of this exotic English Rose that is so dirty, so nasty that she will do almost anything a client wants if they pay high enough for it. And the great thing is once the war is over, whoever is victorious, they will not discover you. You will never be re-united with your darling husband, we will make certain of that. You will be left to sell your body until you are too old even to do that. I will make sure to visit you every year to watch you in action and remind you of the opulent lifestyle you used to enjoy!"

what a cold bitch Lucy was, she meant every word of it, there was no doubt about that and throughout the week long journey by boat, train and finally motor car she continued to remind Victoria of her fate almost all the way until they physically got out of the vehicle and the three of them were ushered into an enclosed back yard somewhere in the back streets of a bustling suburb in downtown Nagoya, where Captain Fujita's brother Shinzaki met them. He was facially very reminiscent of his older brother but was a shorter, squatter figure. He greeted the soldier in genial fashion but completely ignored the two women, much to Lucy's obvious annoyance. That annoyance grew to outright anger and not a little worry when he spoke finally to the soldier.

"Thank you for escorting them here, it is two more women for my customers to pick from when I most need them. As payment you must spend the night here and enjoy whichever one you want before heading back to my brother."

They had gone inside the building by now and were progressing through the rabbit warren-like corridors and Lucy had to physically reach forward to Fujita's shoulder to bring him to a halt and in a shrill voice almost screamed at him.

"What!? You are mistaken you fool, it is only her (pointing at Victoria) that is the whore, I am just here to aid in her delivery!"

At that the man just chuckled and opened the door he was beside and swiftly bundled Lucy inside before closing and locking it shut. He drew back a part on the door at eye level to reveal a grill and took a letter from his pocket and posted it into the room.

"Read that you silly bitch. You'll find my brother had had enough of you and decided it was time you repaid him for his generosity with some hard 'work'. From now on you work for us and you will use that nice body of yours to please my customers, whether you like it or not!"

At least it gave Victoria a brief moment of pleasure before she was led further down the corridor to her room and her new 'career'.

NINE MONTHS LATER...........

Lucy sat on her bed. It was a depressing little room that she worked in, all the more depressing as she was very rarely out of it due to a couple of aborted escape attempts made by her. She was little more than a prisoner herself these days. She was aware the war was over but such matters were trivial to her in the grand scheme of things, all she wanted were her freedom and her revenge on the Captain and his brother. Of course, she had not helped herself with her attitude and behaviour since being tricked into service at the brothel - her temper and mood seeing her deemed as an angry prostitute that got all the troublesome, risky customers, the ones that liked things a little bit rougher than normal. She was sewing back together a par of her knickers that had been ripped off last night by one of her regulars and cursing him and the Fujita's for all she was worth when there was a knock at the door and the grill was opened to speak with her.

"On the bed. Face down. You got business!"

Lucy sighed, she knew what those instructions meant, she was getting a client who wanted her hands tied for their time together, they tended to be no fun whatsoever. Regardless, she had learned the hard way to comply with the instruction was the easier option to take and pouted and sighed some more before throwing herself face down onto the bed resignedly. She heard someone come in and pulled her arms behind her back and tightly bind her wrists behind her back with thin rope then whisper into her ear.

"You'll really like this one bitch, it's a couple want some fun with you this time."

With that he was gone and Lucy strained over her shoulder as she heard footsteps come into the room and as the door locked she glimpsed who it was. She nearly fainted from shock as David and Victoria Adams stood there, both looking much recovered since their individual liberations (David first on the island and then he had moved heaven and earth to locate his wife). Obviously they still had much rehabilitation to go but from the way Victoria was wielding a bamboo cane it looked like rehabilitation and retribution would be in some measure meted out in the next few hours.....