Chapter 1

It was May of 1944, I had joined the Marine Corps just after Pearl Harbor had been attacked in 1941, I was eighteen. They had given me a battery of tests and they proclaimed that I would best serve as a pilot. After Basic Training, I was sent to flight school at Page Field on Parris Island. I also went through Officers Candidate School, and learned to be an officer and a gentleman.

Parris Island is outside the town of Port Royal, South Carolina. I lost my virginity to a girl who lived there, Molly Malone, she had been married to a Marine grunt that was killed in the Philippine’s early in the war. She was a waitress, and loved sex in all its forms, she taught me everything I needed to know to satisfy a woman. How to perform oral sex, both giving and receiving, how to use a dildo, many positions in regular sex, anal sex, and what lesbian sex was all about. She shared me with her sister and let me watch as they satisfied one another in a “69” position. The three of us did everything three people could do sexually to each other. I watched them suck my sperm from their pussies and assholes in an incestual display that made me wish I had approached my sister when we were growing up. Molly always said that the Marine Corps had made me an officer and a gentleman, but she had made me a man!

After learning everything the Marine Corps could teach me about flying a F4U Corsair and F4F Wildcats, they shipped me to a place called Guadalcanal in the Solomon Islands, it was there I learned to use those airplanes in combat. While I was learning I was shot down twice, the first time I ditched the plane in the Solomon Sea and was picked up by the Bluefin, a submarine, the second time I had to bail out behind the Japanese lines. Only luck saved me that time! I managed to get to a beach and a PT boat that had been dispatched to find me, arrived just in time to haul my ass aboard and leave the area. They shot up the Japs setting up a heavy machine gun on the beach who were gonna shoot me when I drifted back into range. In the process of learning I shot down eight Japanese Zeros, and four of their Kawasaki Ki-48 light bombers.

This time, the Corsair I was piloting was running out of fuel, one of the fuel tanks had been holed by a Zero’s 20mm cannon, the self sealing tanks didn’t always seal the exit holes of a twenty millimeter round. I was able to land on a beach and safely get away from the plane. After grabbing my parachute, the survival kit, and the raft then putting them at the tree line just off the beach. I hated to do it, but I couldn’t let the Japs get her, so using a flare gun I set my plane on fire, then ran into the jungle and picked up my stuff. Trying not to leave tracks and broken vegetation, I headed for a shack I had seen on the side of the volcano, just below the timberline. I figured it was a Coast Watcher’s place reporting traffic up the Slot toward Guadalcanal. Not many of those guys had survived, I hoped that this one had been smart enough to have made it.

I worked my way up the side of the volcano, ever mindful of the threat of Japanese Army patrols from their base at the other end of the island. It was a trip of about two miles but it was all uphill with a thirty degree slope. It was almost full dark when I arrived at the cabin, as I had suspected, no one was there. Whether he was dead or late getting here, we would see. There were cases of food, it was all canned stuff, but it was filling.

I stayed in the cabin for the next month or so, nothing much happened. A couple of patrols came close, but they never found the cabin. I hid in the jungle, just in case they did. I had found an M1 Garand rifle with plenty of ammunition in the cabin, but I held no illusions of surviving against the three hundred Japs that were on the island if I was stupid enough to shoot at them.

All that changed when I heard machine gun fire one morning. Looking through the binoculars I had found, I saw a Japanese patrol boat shooting at a sanpan. On shore were a group of girls and a Nun. The Nun was in her habit, she seemed to be young, mid twenties and she was white. She had an assistant that was younger than her by a couple of years who seemed to be Filipino. Then there were ten girls who looked like they ranged in age from about fourteen to seventeen. The Japs were treating them roughly, pushing and shoving them, intimidating them. The sanpan, that had evidently just dropped them off, didn’t have a chance! Even though the Chinese on board had tried to surrender, they kept pouring machine gun fire into the boat until it finally sank. They loaded the Nun and the girls onto the gunboat and pushed off. It looked like they were going to take them to their base.

I packed a rucksack with ammunition and food, then left the cabin. I headed for the Jap base, it was about thirty miles on the other end of the island. It took three days, I had to avoid several patrols, since I was traveling on a well used trail. I arrived at a spot where I could look down into their camp just as the sun sank below the distant waves.

Lights came on and the officers in charge were having their supper of rice and fish. They were drinking from a clear bottle, pouring its contents into a bowl, which was then warmed over a small fire, before being distributed into small porcelain cups that they drank from. Once the meal was finished they continued to drink sake and acted like some kind of entertainment was about to start.

Three Japanese women came into the shelter and ceremoniously removed each other’s silk kimonos, making them naked. I assumed these girls were comfort girls, girls who had been removed from their homes by their government to be used by the officers and men to satisfy their sexual urges. Next, guards brought the Nun and two of the younger girls, the naked Japanese girls stripped them too. The Nun was a natural blonde, she had blue eyes, small “A” cup breasts on a slender body. It had been almost two years since I last saw Molly, so I became rock hard at the sight. Using the binoculars I could see a closeup view of her breasts with their coral colored small puffy nipples and areola. Looking farther down, her pussy came into view, two inner lips sticking out a little bit, her clit remained in her sheath, but as I watched it began to grow harder and the lips expanded as she watched the other two girls being stripped. Their small breasts were exposed, then their pubic hair, one had light brown hair, darker than that on her head. The other had red hair, which was also a shade darker at her pussy. All three of them were placed on the edge of a table facing the officers. The heels of their feet were brought up to the edge of the table and each girl’s knees were spread open, this caused each of their pussy lips to spread open as their thighs stretched apart. The Japanese girls each gathered a bowl that had steam wafting from it, a towel and a straight razor. Each comfort girl used a leather strop to put a sharp edge on their razor. The comfort girls lathered some shaving soap and applied it liberally to the pubic hair of the girl in front of them. Then they began shaving the hair away, moving lips away or stretching them to get all of the hair. Beautiful!

The Nun was moaning as the girl moved her pussy lips around, she didn’t have much hair to begin with and being blonde it didn’t hide her pussy very much anyway. Her inner lips protruded about half an inch, her clit was becoming engorged as she became excited. I noticed that she was looking at the other two girls with perhaps a look of longing on her face.

The girl finished shaving and washed the soap and hair from her skin, then she knelt between the Nun’s legs and started to lick and suck on her open and inviting pussy. The Nun moaned even louder, she grabbed her licker by her head and brought her face tight against her pussy. Her orgasm was loud and she bucked on the girl’s face like a bronc at a rodeo. I could hear the squishy sounds her wet pussy made from where I was, almost two hundred feet away.

After recovering from her massive orgasm she quickly moved the girl out of her way and displaced the Japanese girl from between the legs of the girl next to her and dove into the girl’s pussy like a person dying of thirst would drink the juice from a quartered orange slice! She went to town on the girl, slurping and sucking, the girl was perhaps experiencing the first sexual experience in her life. She was moaning and writhing around so much the Nun had trouble holding her mouth on her pussy. Then the girl exploded in ecstasy. Her orgasm was so intense she passed out.

But the blonde Nun wasn’t finished, she moved to the next girl, the red head. She continued to eat this girl’s pussy as if she could never slurp enough pussy juice. The redheaded girl, who also looked to be about fourteen years old, grabbed her chaperone by the back of her head and pulled her into her pussy even tighter than before. She was gyrating her hips, causing her pussy lips and clit to rub around and around on the Nun’s lips and nose. Her orgasm, maybe her first ever, was as intense as the other girls had been if not even louder! Her scream was cut short when at her peak her feelings became overwhelming and she too passed out.

The officers actually applauded the Nun’s performance. They, like I, appreciated that the teacher was fulfilling a long suppressed desire to eat out her students. Something she would never have been able to do if she hadn’t been in the present circumstance.

The ranking officer, a Captain, said something in Japanese to one of the comfort women and she left, taking the Nun and other two girls with her. She came back with three more of the girls, they were already naked, they were trying unsuccessfully to cover their breasts and pussies with their hands. At a barked order at the three comfort girls, they immediately grabbed the hands of the three girls and held them behind their backs as they forced them over to the officers, a Captain and two Lieutenants. The officers felt the girl’s breasts, squeezing them and pinching their nipples hard enough to elicit a sharp scream of pain. Then their hands moved over the girl’s bodies to each girl’s pussy. Pussy lips were pulled and clits were painfully pinched! All three girls tried to get away from the torment they were being subjected to. But the comfort girls held them firmly. The officers then picked their legs up one at a time and had the comfort girls hold them at their knees. With both legs up and their butts exposed they spread each girl’s knees apart, this further exposed each girl’s pussy and asshole to the officers view. Their lips were pulled apart and the officers checked to see if these girls still had intact hymens. All three did! With the binoculars I had almost a better view than the officers did! Next, as if acting on some hidden signal, they shoved their middle fingers into the dry and unlubricated assholes of the girls. They stroked them in and out, they weren’t trying to give pleasure, this was simply an expedient way to inflict pain and humiliation and show them who was the boss. Removing their fingers they stuck them into each girl’s mouth and forced them to lick them clean.

The girls were let down and led to the table, sat on the edge and heels on the table next to their butt cheeks and knees opened to expose everything. This time, three enema bags full of warm soapy water were brought out. They were extra large gallon size bags. A frame was placed over the table and leather ankle cuffs were buckled to their ankles holding their feet three feet apart. The center girl’s legs crossed over the girl’s legs on either side of her.

I looked at the girl’s faces, here they were already frightened to death, unable to understand the language being spoken and most likely had no idea what awful experience they were about to be subjected to. A normal enema bag contains about two quarts of liquid, they could be getting twice that amount. That much liquid inside their colon, and intestines would be painful and could potentially rupture the lining of either organ. Ultimately that would kill the girl through an infection, but it would take several painful days before it did so. But the Japanese could care less about that. This was a form of torture and a means to humiliate and debase the beautiful girls.

An eyelet was centered above the centerline of each girl’s body. The nozzles were tapered from a rounded half inch diameter and expanded to what appeared to be two inches in diameter. At its end was a valve just above the threaded connector for the hose. There were attachment points on a harness that were placed around the waist of each girl. When they were ready the comfort girls were ordered to begin. The bags were hung from the eyelets. Then the comfort girls inserted the nozzles into each girl’s butthole and pushed, without having some kind of lubricant it was a painful experience. Not only from the friction, but from the increase in diameter as well. Chances are they had never had anything else put up that orifice, which is normally just an exit. All three girls screamed until the stainless steel tapered rod reached its maximum diameter. The straps of the harness were attached and adjusted. The bags’ hoses were threaded into place. The comfort girls looked at the Captain and at his nod and guttural response, they opened the valves letting the soapy water flow into the girls bodies. It didn’t take long for the girls to begin to squirm as the amount of water became uncomfortable, but as it continued to flow it became unbearable. Then it became unendurable and their moaning turned into screaming. At another nod and guttural command the valves were closed and the hoses removed. The girls legs were lowered and the girls were helped to stand up.

They looked like they were nine months pregnant and about to deliver. They were no longer screaming, but an incessant moaning could be heard. The Captain issued another order and the comfort girls grabbed the hand of their charges and pulled them into a walk. Twenty feet later it was more of a trot, then it turned into a stumbling run. The girls began to scream again, but they were being pulled. One girl fell and a soldier stepped in and helped to drag the girl on her stomach. She struggled to regain her feet but couldn’t because the soldier wouldn’t stop long enough for her to regain her feet.

It was all I could do not to start killing those bastards, the Captain and his Lieutenants pointed at the girl and laughed! We were taught in officer training that sometimes an officer would have to look at the “Big Picture” that sometimes men, or in this instance a girl, would have to endure horrific pain or even death in order to save everyone else. It was easier to hear in a classroom full of thirty wanna be officers, than to watch it happening in front of my eyes at that moment. I vowed that somehow I would even the score, not revenge, but retribution, and if at all possible the Captain would be spending a great deal of time in pain before he died.

They stopped at a slit trench latrine, they were placed over the boards on their backs and at another nod the comfort girls unbuckled the straps and removed the nozzles. The streams of water shot several feet from their bodies and their sighs of relief reached my ears five hundred feet away. The girl who had been dragged had cuts and abrasions on her stomach but otherwise seemed to be unharmed.

The girls were brought back to the table and were bent over it. It became clear to me the reason for the enemas. The girls still didn’t know what indignities were about to happen to them. But I knew, and my intuition was found to be correct when the three officers unzipped their pants and pulled out their dicks, the comfort girls dropped to their knees and sucked their dicks into their mouths, then stopped when they were roughly shoved away. They stepped behind the girls and the comfort girls scrambled to grab their dicks and align them to the girls assholes. Once they were in place the officers plunged forward and buried their six or so inch dicks into the girls assholes. Once more the girls screamed, as stretched as they were, without any lube the stretching of those already uncomfortably stretched muscles had to have been painful. The officers plunged in and out without any regard whatsoever of how the girls felt.

The Captain began to spank both cheeks of the girl he was anally raping. He was laughing at the pain, the screams, and the crying of the debased girl, as he continued to fuck her. In my mind the hours of my retribution I would make him suffer grew exponentially. If only I had a squad of Marines, they would all be so incensed at the treatment of these girls they would have had no problem dealing with a mere three hundred Japanese soldiers.

They fucked them for several minutes before one at a time they filled the girl’s colons with their spend. The Captain was the last to cum by several minutes, he was very vocal. The girls just lay on the table, their bare feet still spread and on the dirt. White cum was dripping from their still slightly gaping assholes. Tears were dripping from their eyes.

The comfort girls were brought back in and told to suck the cum from their assholes. Knowing they had no choice they knelt behind the girls, who had not moved at all. They began to suck the cum from the assholes of the freshly fucked girls. They pulled the girls back with them as they lay down on the ground, then with the girl’s assholes firmly against their mouths, gravity did its job and more cum gushed into their mouths, which they dutifully swallowed.

They took the girls back to their cell and brought out the next three. The Filipino woman was in this group, I thought to myself that this one was really going to have a time of it. The Japanese believe that other races, particularly Filipinos, were less human than pure Japanese stock.

I watched as these girls were led to the table, they sat and once again their heels were placed on the table to either side of their butt and the knees spread open. The comfort girls then began to shave them, pulling their lips to get into the depths of the creases removing all of the hair she found. Finished, each girl rinsed the area with clean water. Then they licked and sucked on the lips and clits until each girl began to moan. Then they liberally coated each of the pussies with oil, then lower they each inserted an oiled finger into each asshole. Using more oil and two fingers, they stretched the girls’ virgin assholes even more.

The comfort girls left again, but soon they came back with three dogs that I recognized as being Kishu Inu, a type of dog that had been bred as a hunting dog in Japan. They led the dogs to the girls, the girls seeing the dogs became afraid and started to resist the comfort girls directions. Soldiers were directed to help them and soon the three girls were on their knees with their butts up and their heads down. Leather belts were buckled after placing them under the girl’s thighs at the knees then over their backs. They were buckled in place. Blankets were placed over their backs. The comfort girls played with the dog’s penis, sucking them in a way that made it very clear that they had done this before. Then the Captain ordered the dogs to mount the girls, whose worst fears were being realized. They were almost relieved when the comfort girls instead of taking their virginity from them, physically moved the dog’s penis’ to their assholes instead. Knowing there was nothing they could do to stop the dogs from taking their anal virginities they relaxed and accepted their fate. The dogs felt the warm embrace of the tip of their collective penis’ being enveloped by a tight warm hole, thrust forward and buried their cocks into the girls. In unison their screams of pain as the large cocks took their anal virginities, pierced the night. Dogs know only one way to fuck their bitches! Only with full out jackhammering and when they felt the onslaught of the culmination of their efforts, they naturally locked their impending jets of cum in the bitch by having blood expand the knot in the base of their penis’. It doubled the diameter of their cocks in an instant.

From the girls perspective

The girl’s pain doubled and then they could feel the hot jets of cum being injected into them. The volume of sperm injected was several times the volume of a man’s ejaculate, the increase in pressure also increased the amount of pain the girls were experiencing. But having the knot locked in their assholes, they couldn’t get away from the pain! The soldiers laughed when they all tried and ended up butt to butt with the dogs. They were beyond being humiliated any more, they just wanted the ordeal to be over so they could go to sleep. Two of them had actually started to feel pleasure rather than pain, they had figured out that once the surprise of having something that large thrusted deep into their bodies, it started to feel good. In fact, it was starting to feel wonderful!

They both started to move back and forth, sliding that ball back and forth inside their bodies. It was rubbing something inside of their pussy that made them feel like they had to pee. But at the same time it felt like they were building up to some kind of explosion. But before they could find out what was going to happen both dog’s knots deflated and came out of their pussies.

From David’s perspective

I watched as the comfort girls took the girls back to their cell, and soon they brought the last three girls out and once again placed them on the table in the standard position. They proceeded to shave off all of their pubic hair, manipulating the labia in search of any errant hairs and aiding in the shaving of those hairs closest to their lips. They rinsed off the area and then licked and sucked their lips and clits. At another guttural bark from the Captain the comfort girls left the girls and sat down to watch close by.

The three officers went to the girls, the Captain chose first, of course, the Lieutenants then took the other two. This time they took their virgin pussies, plunging into them without regard to the girls at all. Fucking them much like the dogs had the others, shredding their cherries and dry pussies and then using their blood as a lubricant. They laughed at the screams and crying, the pain that they were causing the girls, all of that meant nothing to these animals.

The rest of the Japanese soldiers and comfort girls were given an order and they left to carry it out. That left the three officers alone and totally distracted, their pistols were still in their holsters with the leather covers still snapped in place. The Lieutenants would be dead long before they would be able to get to them. I quietly moved behind them, they were both to the Captain’s right. I placed the tip of my Bowie knife between the first one’s ribs just off of his spine in line with where his heart was located and between his ribs. I thrust it deep into his body, my hope was that the knife blade would cleave his heart, hoping that he wouldn’t be able to utter a sound and if he did the other two would think it was the sound he made at his climax. I made the silence signal of holding my index finger to my lips, as the girl looked back at me, the girl nodded and complied.

He died silently, I lowered him to the ground and went to the second one, he also died silently. Giving her the same signal, I lowered him to the ground too. That left the Captain, I wanted him alive, but the situation really wouldn’t allow for that, we needed to survive and that meant he had to die quickly and silently. He received the same thrust at approximately the same place, the results were the same!

I took all three leather strops, taking just one would look like someone had stolen one. Taking all three, they would think that someone put them away. The bodies had not bled very much, a result of the heart stopping at the initial thrust of the knife. The girls helped me move the bodies into a cart, along with their clothes and weapons. Then we pushed the cart down a trail that led to a sheer cliff over two hundred feet high. We threw the bodies over the cliff one at a time into the water washing against the rocks below.

The girls tried on their clothing with limited success. The pants couldn’t be pulled over their hips, the boots were too loose, they ended up wearing the shirts as dresses, but they certainly didn’t conceal everything very well. Of course that was alright with me.

I took them to a place I knew, I had found it by accident, in fact it could have been a fatal accident if I hadn’t been able to grab a thick vine that arrested my fall. It was a lava tube, it is much like a cave, but with smooth sides, using flashlights we had liberated from the officers I had killed, we moved down the tube to another place that had caved in. Moonlight spilled into the cavern illuminating a good portion of the tube. Soil in the bottom along with a constant flow of water had sustained a group of huge elephant ear plants, they were big enough to sleep in. I had checked out the surface around the rim of this hole and had not found a way to penetrate the jungle short of hacking through it with a machete. I found bananas and coconuts, so we had food, water and shelter. It was the safest place to hide from the Japanese Army than anywhere else on the island, and it wasn’t that far from their camp. Now we could plan and the girls could learn to shoot the rifles and pistols we had taken from the Japanese. We had to rescue the rest of the girls, the Nun, and her assistant before one or more of them were killed.

As we began one of the girls mentioned that the Japanese, Korean and Malaysian Comfort girls were slaves and treated as such, and that perhaps we should rescue them too? The four of us discussed the idea for a long time, the most compelling reason for helping them was that maybe one of them knew enough English that she could interpret for us. We included them in our plans, but we also reserved the right to kill them if they were loyal to their Emperor. We also wanted to raid the camp’s store of food. Bags of rice mixed with barley, canned meat, beans, pickles, dried vegetables and for me, their rice wine, sake.

That night when I was almost asleep in the comfort of being suspended in the air almost three feet in the air like I was in a hammock, someone touched my arm.

“Lieutenant, may I sleep with you, please? I’m scared that they will find us and rape us again! But only hold me tonight! Maybe later you could teach me and the other two what sex without violence is like.”

“Sure!” I told her as I put out my arm to help her up, “What’s your name?”

“It’s Dorothy, sir!”

“Just snuggle against me and go to sleep, we’re safe here!”

I sure hoped the plant could hold the additional weight, but I welcomed her into my arms. Then I let her pick where and how she wanted to snuggle and soon we were both asleep.

Waking to the calls of birds, who were waking to the rising sun, we rolled out of our bed onto our feet and separated to take care of our pressing needs. After a breakfast of coconut milk and bananas, I had the girls start thinking about the layout of the camp and draw it on the side of the lava tube, in scale if they could. After explaining what “scale” meant, they promised to do their best.

I left them at the task and taking the machete along with the wetstone it had on the side of its scabbard, I went around the elephant ears to a thick bunch of bamboo. I looked for and found one that was about three quarters of an inch in diameter for five feet or more. Finding several I cut two of them after putting a fine sharp edge on the knife using the whetstone and running water at the waterfall. I cut them to approximately five feet long, Then I placed a notch at either end of one of them. I had been taught in survival school that, if there was time, having several hundred feet of shroud lines and at least several square yards of parachute silk could come in handy. I made a loop on one end of a shroud line, it was made of tightly wound silk threads, that was great, the nylon ones stretched. Then I cut the length about six inches short of the notch on the other end of the bamboo staff. I put another loop in it big enough that it would clear the nodes in the bamboo. Putting my leg between the string and the staff, and the end of the staff against my boot I exerted pressure on the middle of the staff while sliding the loop toward the notch. Finally the loop slid into place and the staff became a bow. I pulled on the string as I held the middle of the bow, it bent slowly with a pull of at least fifty pounds. That was more than enough to get the job done. The job was killing Jap soldiers silently.

Next, I found long straight small diameter bamboo shoots about thirty inches long, these I cut a quarter of an inch below a node, at the other end I wanted at least two inches above a node. At the short end I made a notch wide enough that the string wouldn’t bind in it.

We carefully dug through the trash dump for the Japanese camp. We were looking primarily for razor blades, but made some other useful finds as well. With three hundred men shaving on the island for at least three years, we found a lot of blades! These were my arrowheads. I made a tool to drive the blades all the way to the node, then I would drive the second at ninety degrees to the first until the two blades touched. The rest of the bamboo end was sharpened as best we could. For fletching, we found bird nesting and roosting locations and gathered multicolored tail feathers, then we split the feather’s shaft in half with a razor blade then cut the feathers into a shape I liked, making sure they were all shaped and sized the same in lots of three. Using tree sap as a glue we carefully made almost a hundred arrows. Once again relying on bamboo, I cut a large diameter one and cut it into twenty inch long quivers. I broke out the inner nodes with a smaller shoot of bamboo then the girls braided palm fronds into straps. We made four of them. Each one would carry twenty of our arrows.