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Fuad's Hareem

Copyright© 2002 by Frenchy the Third

Chapter 14: Getting out

BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 14: Getting out - What if all that Iraqi oil money was spent on creating a really fancy bunker for the Republican Guards. What if the pervert from the Female POW series showed up in this bunker? What if white slavery were involved? A clueless geek and some less than willing sex slaves eventually do in a conniving General

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Mult   Consensual   NonConsensual   Rape   Fiction   BDSM   MaleDom   Torture   Snuff   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Violence  

I had created my own orders, (with the General's signature, a rather good forgery, if I do say so myself)calling for certain women to be brought to the General's quarters. The guards at the entrance to officer country actually looked twice at the part about me acting as escort, but they never questioned the women being sent to his quarters. I told them they could argue it over with their superior officer when it came time to switch shifts, but that I didn't want to be late on an assignment for the General. If they wanted to be responsible for me being late and the women not being where they were supposed to be...

That made the decision simpler and since I was heading directly for the General's quarters, it was pretty easy to assume that someone (other than them) would be able to puzzle out whether I belonged in the party or not.

It seemed like quite a ways, but it really didn't take long to reach the General's quarters. Fortunately, with the "party" going on and those who weren't partying assigned to keeping the troops busy, officer country was pretty well deserted. The guard at the door to the General's office had no question about letting the women in, but I would have to wait outside. He and I chatted amiably enough for a few minutes. Then Patty stuck her head out the door and asked him if he could "help" them with something. I assured him I would be right here when he got back out and he went in. I didn't actually see what happened, but what we had planned worked just fine.

In the middle of the General's desk, Kristin and Beth were locked in a "passionate" sixty nine. Dana was on her hands and knees "watching" them, while Patty massaged the kneeling woman's genitals. Patty pleaded with the guard. Wouldn't he please fuck this horny woman? Surely he would give her some action to help her wait for the General's return? Two hours was obviously too long for her to wait for sexual relief. Some panting and groaning from Dana helped him make up his mind. His trousers were down and he was on the job in a moment. Patty licked his cheek and suggested she would crawl around behind him to lick his balls, while he focused on the lesbian action on the desk. He never saw the pistol come out from under the pile of chador. Patty was quite efficient and only needed one shot. One of the nice things about the General's quarters was that they were very efficiently sound proofed. No one outside his office heard a thing.

While we were ransacking the safe, I asked Patty if she was upset by her first kill. She looked me squarely in the eye and said: "No problem. That little prick dry fucked my cunt twice last week and each time he stopped to come in my mouth. It was no problem at all." All I had thought about was getting the keys to my cuffs, but Dana suggested that we might be well advised to take the jewelry, as well. She had gone through the boxes and there were several items of expensive jewelry, the loose gold "chits" for their services, a large amount of cash and some "computer" stuff at the bottom. Dana volunteered to dump out the contents of her makeup case and replace them with these items. We knew time was short, so we quickly dumped her makeup in the bedroom, with the body of the dead guard. We made a wholesale transfer of the contents of the Generals box and headed back down the hall without delay. I wanted to be well away from this area, as quickly as possible. If someone should come by the door, they might well question why there was no one on guard, but I didn't think they would dare to enter the General's quarters without permission. However, if they heard us in here, with no guard on duty, they just might. Fortune was still with us and we weren't interrupted.

Knowing there wasn't much time, the five of us headed for the surface. We made it through a number of checkpoints, using another set of bogus movement orders to justify my acting as guard on the women. The closer to the surface we got, the more scrutiny our orders began to earn.

By the time we got to hatchway 127A, I was a nervous wreck. We had talked through this part of the plan a dozen times, but I was still nervous. This set of doors was only one level down from the surface. Watch was maintained by only one set of guards for this door on the inside, as opposed to the usual pairing of inner and outer. Most importantly, there was a wardroom only steps away. It would be empty this time of day, with the ready platoon topside, getting some fresh air. Time outside was a rare and special thing for these troops. Platoons competed for the privilege of some time topside, so we could be sure they would be taking advantage of it.

As soon as we were through the door, the women headed into the wardroom. When one of the guards started to shout at them, I made a hushing sound. Getting their attention, I brought them over to the wardroom door. Inside the room the women had partially removed their concealing chador, kneeling side by side with their breasts bared. It's strange how your mind wanders in times of stress, but their nipple piercings were particularly attractive, I thought.

Doing my best to remain casual, I mentioned that we were on our way to the surface. And, of course, I had my movement orders... , um... , right here... I would be only too happy to show them, but... What would the gentleman say to a quick blowjob from the woman of their choice for say... ten dollars (actually the Iraqi equivalent)? Yes, I had to escort the women, but there was no reason why I shouldn't make a little something for my trouble and share their charms with my fellow soldiers, now was there? These two were on duty and didn't have the money on them. Why, that was no problem, they could owe me. Hell, I knew someone back in payroll, so there was no reason I would have to be worried about being cheated. I got their names (interesting that they were the Iraqi equivalent of Smith and Jones) and they proceeded to pull out their cocks and line themselves up in front of Dana and Beth.

The girls began the process, while I stepped out. Supposedly I was going to check to see that no one was coming. After all, boys, we don't want you to hear the slide on my pistol as it rides to full cock. Just for a minute, I debated with myself about letting the two soldiers have a little more fun in their life. I decided it wasn't fair to the women. I slipped back into the wardroom, very quietly, and made sure the door was shut tightly behind me. The women had lined up facing the door so both of the soldiers faced away from me. It took only seconds to shoot them both, twice. Some blood did wind up on the women as the exit wounds were significantly larger than the bullet entrance, but that's the way it goes. When the one in Beth's mouth collapsed, he fell directly on her. She said she wound up biting his penis rather severely... , "but he didn't complain." Dana and Beth stripped off their blood covered chador completely and that prompted the other women to abandon their concealing wraps as well.

We left the bodies where they lay and quickly checked the contents of the lockers. We were somewhat disappointed to find no changes of clothing available. We had been hoping to dress the women in something other than their shorts and crop tops. I gave Beth the pistol I had used. Patty and I each took one of the guards' rifles. Dana found a couple of empty backpacks. That allowed us to leave the makeup cases behind. I suggested that we could put Dana's case, with the contents of the General's safe, in one of the backpacks. Being a gentleman, I volunteered to carry that one and, it being rather heavy, Dana was only too happy to let me.

Most important to me, of course, was getting those cursed cuffs off. I wanted nothing more than to leave them behind, but Dana insisted that we had to bring them along. "You never know when we might want to use them to blow open a door or something." I pointed out that we were only one level below the surface and we didn't need to blow open the next door and the noise of an explosion would only attract a lot of attention, which was the last thing we wanted. She was adamant and insisted that she would carry them, if I was too damn lazy. I didn't want to get into a long argument, when Patty started to take her side and it was obvious that neither of them were worried about logic. When they started to load up on extra ammo from the ward room supply, I tried to explain that we were all dead if we got in a firefight. We needed to move fast and hauling ammo we didn't want to use was a waste of time. Again, there was no changing their minds. I gave up trying to reason with them and told them they could have all they could carry, but I wasn't going to carry it or wait for them if it slowed them down. I counted out 30 seconds as Dana threw the cuffs, along with way too much extra ammo, into the other pack. I did get them to promise we would discard that entire pack, the second we were in a truck on the way out of the motor pool.

We walked up the corridor to the surface level. I was fighting the urge to keep looking over my shoulder and had to almost pinch myself to believe this was really happening. We peeked through the door and found it led into the back end of a large service bay. No one was guarding the door and we quickly took cover behind several pallets of barrels and what not. In our late night planning sessions, we had discussed looking for a truck on the edge of the motor pool. Five people with enough gas and water to escape the country would not fit in a jeep.

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