Chapter 1: Prelude

I watched as the General fucked poor Charlotte's ass even harder and deeper. He had been at her for almost twenty minutes, this time. She had brought him to orgasm the first time this evening with her mouth, so that might account for his staying power on this go round. Charlotte looked like she wasn't having anywhere near as much fun as he was. A few minutes ago I thought she was really into it, squeezing her nipples and playing with herself. Now it was all she could do just to kneel with her head on the cushions and hang on. Her former panting and moaning was now just a sort of continuous whine. For myself, I was rather enjoying watching her lovely breasts being tossed back and forth by the violence of his thrusts. Eventually, the General pushed himself deeply into her and pulled them both over backwards.

Charlotte let out a little "Yipe!" as she landed hard on top of him. This wasn't the first time the General had cornholed her (nor the hundred-and-first) and she knew what was expected of her. The move to this position was the signal to her that he was close to orgasm. She squatted astride him, facing his feet. She must not be on her knees, but on her feet, leaning well forward so he could enjoy the sight of his penis shuttling in and out of the depths of her rectum.

It particularly pleased him to lie back and take his pleasure, while she must pound her buttocks onto his hips, until he erupted within her. Then she must move very slowly, never stopping until he gave permission. She must tighten her muscles to see that his penis, which would shrink after ejaculation, did not leave her body until she was told it could. The General was never done until he said he was done.

Eventually, with a sigh of satisfaction, the General gave her permission to disengage and she collapsed beside his legs. She quickly slid a towel between her legs to avoid soiling the cushions with anything that might slide from her "generally" dilated anus. Then she could relax and simply breath. She wasn't allowed a long respite. The General caressed her hair, tucking a lock of it behind one ear. "That was well done, Kim. You may wash me now." he said. I had picked up quite a bit of Farsi in the past years, so I had no trouble understanding him. Sometimes he would speak with her in English, if she had done a particularly good job at something.

She dragged herself away from the cushions and padded over to the little bathroom off of his bedroom. She returned with a bowl of warm scented water and, squatting over her towel, began to lave his privates. I thought to myself: 'Things have changed! Three years ago she would have been expected to clean him off with her tongue. The basic relationship is the same, but it has certainly evolved over time.'

I turned up the microphone nearest them to catch her words. "Please, my General, I'm Charlotte now. Please call me Charlotte?" He answered: "Yes, of course, you want to change your name. I will never understand why you feel you must do that." I was always amazed to hear her speak Farsi. Her English was spoken with a heavy back-hills South Carolina accent, normally. There was no hint of it now. Then again, I could personally vouch for the fact that the General had some very nasty ways of motivating a person to learn to speak Farsi both quickly and correctly.

She finished the washing task gently and carefully, then put the cloth into the bowl and moved them where they could not spill. She licked his knee and looked up into his eyes. "I'm not the same woman I used to be, my General", she said. "You have made me someone completely new and I have chosen a new name to show it. Have not my department's changes pleased you?"

His reply came quickly: "Yes, you have done well. We have a completely new form of compensation and motivation for my officers, at a very low cost. The women are carried as soldiers on our payroll and the pay the government sends me for them more than covers the cost of their keeping. A small profit to be sure, but better in my pocket than someone else's."

She licked her way up the inside of one thigh. "But the men are much happier with the women's attitudes now are they not and don't they appreciate the new decor and clothing we have introduced?"

He took hold of her head with what looked like a painful grip on her hair. "Whore's are not permitted 'attitude.' Do not forget again." He released her and she resumed her licking, now moving from his thigh to his scrotum. "But surely" she asked, again: "they like the new rooms more than the old way."

His eyes closed and he gave a small moan of pleasure, as she gently sucked part of his scrotum into her mouth. His response to her question was somewhat delayed At last, he said: "Perhaps. Some of them do not care, so long as there is a warm hole in which to sheath themselves. But, you are right, many of them now enjoy the little vacation from their more efficient military surroundings. The television programs we permit them show the degenerate decadence of your society and have aroused appetites for these new experiences you offer."

I thought to myself. 'Yeah, it sure has. In fact that damn de- scrambler I made for you has been pretty busy decoding the pay per view porn channels, for your eyes only, General. Your officers don't get to watch that for sure. Still, they do seem to enjoy Baywatch.'

The General continued: "When we win the war, I shall own a grand whorehouse outside of Las Vegas. I will permit you to run it for me. All that American women are good for is to be whores. We will stock it with the most beautiful survivors. The time of our victory is almost at hand. My two projects which will win this war are almost complete. When I bring our country this victory, there will be a small change in leadership for this country. The people cannot be proud of that coward who hid in his bunker with his women, while the Americans were allowed to run rampant through our country."

The thoughts came to me: 'Yeah, right! He hid in his bunker with his women and fifty Republican Guards, while you were hiding in this one with your whores and ten thousand Republican Guards. That will certainly give the common man a wide variety to choose from. Of course they don't know about your women, but... '

I picked up the General's voice again: "I am actually of royal descent, did I tell you?" Without waiting for her reply, he went on to detail for her, (again, not for the first time) exactly how his family was related to the current leadership. Charlotte continued to lick and nuzzle him with every evidence of listening to his self centered ramblings. I translated his point conceptually: 'This little country isn't all that damn big and everybody in it has been screwing everybody else in it for the last several thousand years. If you look far enough back, damn near everybody is related to everyone else, somehow or other.' His remarks were more detailed, but I think I've got the essence of them.

The General was feeling more expansive as he continued: "Those damnable Chinese are going to complete their project soon. Together with a few brave souls who are willing to give their lives for victory, we will destroy the major centers of your country's commerce and government. Then Dr. Arkan's project will sweep the country and decimate your degenerate population. We will march in with our allies and be welcomed with open arms when we offer the life saving vaccines in return for your country's surrender. Our people will know who has brought them this victory and I will take my rightful place. I shall rule as a supreme dictator. The rest of the world will soon flock to our banner or follow your country's example. It is only a matter of time. I will build that whorehouse and you may run it for me. You can start with these new women I have bought for you. They will give you good practice in turning beautiful American women into trained whores. Yes, the house will have many women..."