MDB-36 Marine Orgy and Sex Camp Slaves

Marine Orgy

FOREWORD

“It will go so much easier for you, my friend, if you but cooperate.”

Paul Turing stared up at the Korean. Despite his flawless English, (nearly unaccented) and his impeccable manners, there was no way to disguise the instincts of a ruthless barbarian, an animal scarcely a level or two above stone age savagery.

He said nothing. “I regret this,” said the man whom Paul had dubbed Mr. Nice in his mind. He always tried the soft-sell, before the real fun and games began.

Paul had a feeling that the fun and games were getting ready to begin again.

The man snapped his fingers and a couple of his goons appeared from the shadows.

Paul braced himself. He was tied naked to a wooden bench, unable to move. Anything was possible and he expected the worst.

But instead, they started to massage his cock. Gently. Softly. Sweetly. He got hard, and fast. This was strange. This was unlike anything that they’d tried on him yet.

“There is, perhaps, no pain quite so intense and pure, as that produced when needles are embedded in an erect penis, and an electric current passed through them.” Mr. Nice said sweetly.

Paul felt his mind start to unravel. Right. Fun and games.

Sex Camp Slaves

FOREWORD

Marine Lance Corporal Mark Andrews strained against the manacles that bound his wrists to the ancient stone walls. His blond hair was tousled and the firm muscles of his shoulders and chest were beginning to ache from the stretching.

He could hear the voices of three of the Arabs who’d managed to capture him, but he didn’t understand a word they were saying. He assumed they were speculating about the future of their captive. Mark Andrews shuddered at what that future might entail.

Then his worst fears, the ones he hadn’t dared voice even to himself, were confirmed.

Mark felt one of the Arabs fumbling with his belt.

As soon as it was unfastened, the man’s hand went to his zipper. Finally, his fatigue trousers and underwear were pulled down to his ankles.

It was then that Mark Andrews felt the hardness of the man separate the cheeks of his ass.

Now there was no doubting what the brutal Arab was going to do to him. And while the thought sent a cold chill up Mark’s spine, he knew that the others were probably going to do the same thing.