A Gilded Cage Ch. 06

He pushed inside her, thrusting into her mouth, forcing himself into her throat. She was sure she would choke. She couldn't breathe. She struggled and tried to pull away but he held her until she was ready to pass out. "Oh you are a talented little cocksucker. Well, not talented, but fun to fuck. Struggle for me whore, struggle, cry, try to escape. Your pretty little face is for fucking now."

Still holding her onto his cock he turned them round, pinning her head between his hips and the crates, kneeling over her. He fucked her face as he had fucked her cunt, with rough, brutal strokes that gave her no pleasure - if there was any pleasure to be found in such an act. Finishing, he spat ropes of hot, salty fluid onto her face and breasts.

After that he ignored her, until, several hours later, they stopped. He grabbed a bundle of her hair and wrapped his hand in it, pulling the remains of the dress from her before dragging her from the truck. They were in a small, rough campsite, deep into the forest. A dozen or so rebels or bandits or outlaws - she had no idea which but it hardly mattered - emerged from tents and the trucks.

"My friends, the tip off to hit those cars was a good one, and I have brought you all a gift: the general's whore, for your enjoyment."

A gruff cheer came forth from the group and two men dragged her to a post in the middle of the clearing, tying more course rope around it with the other end tight on her neck. It was tight enough to hurt but not to strangle her.

"Who wants first fuck?"

"Looks like you've already had it, unless she had cum all over her before you found her."

"I found her in that car, I claim her arse first. I want to stick my prick in a royal arse and see if it's the same as it is for every other slut I've done."

She struggled and pulled at her ties but it choked her to try. She was horrified at the mere thought of the repulsive act but it didn't look like she was going to have a choice. A man took each arm and held her down in the dirt while another lifted her hips. Bert spat on his hand and stroked his cock with it, waving it at her.

"This is going in your arse girly, because you are a traitor and a whore, but mostly because I want to."

He wasn't as long as the general, not nearly, but he was much thicker. It was an ugly, squat thing, and she couldn't imagine ever managing to fit it in. He disappeared from her view and she felt hands spreading her cheeks and then a hard, insistent pressing, growing and hurting unbelievably. He grabbed her hips and thrust in, the tip popping inside. The ring of muscle screamed and burned and she screamed too, begging him to stop but he just held her hips tighter and began pushing forwards steadily.

"Will someone shut that whore up? Give her something else to occupy her throat other than this fucking hollering."

Her arse was on fire. He was beginning to move now, slowly building up the pace, slapping her arse as he did so. A man grabbed her hair and lifted her face to meet his already stiff cock. She closed her mouth and held it shut but the man behind her gave a particularly violent thrust and as she opened her mouth to cry out she had it filled by the man in front. He tasted sour and sweaty and thrust roughly into her throat, making her gag and retch

After an impossibly long period of time the man in her arse finished and left but was soon replaced by another - this time in her pussy which, though still horrific, was at least not agonising. The man using her mouth finished soon after but was replaced almost instantly. She lost track after that. She was kicked and hit by a few of the men and they all used her at least once. At last they all seemed content and went to their tents leaving her where she lay.

There was not a part of her that didn't hurt. Her arse was particularly bad but it was the places on her ribs where she had been kicked that were the worst. She was sticky with blood and cum, many of the men having chosen to come on her rather than inside her. As she lay there a small part of her wished she would die before sun-up rather than spend another day like this.

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She must eventually have drifted off and was woken by a man all in black who had rolled her over. "Thank god" he whispered, and then turning to his colleagues - for there were more emerging from the shadow of the trees - he hissed "She's alive, just. I'll take her, can you lot manage the others." There were nods and the men crept forwards, guns at the ready. The first man cut the ropes and whispered in her ear: "please, don't make a sound. You're safe, I'm taking you back." Dimly she thought that she was only going from one form of captivity to another, but she was returning to an infinitely preferable cage.

He carried her into the woods for ten minutes or so before they were met by more people including a medic who deemed her hurt, in shock, but not in any immediate danger. They wrapped her in blankets and put her on a stretcher to carry her to the road. There they met the forward command, the general, in agitated conversation with one of his officers. He saw the arrival of the little group and almost ran to meet them. He demanded an immediate update and seemed reassured until he caught site of her. From what he could see from under the blankets she looked terrible.

He was filled with a fury he hadn't felt in years though showed no sign of it. He wanted to kill everyone who had a hand in this but he needed information from them. They had known that she was being moved and that meant he had a problem. Worse, far worse, the order had not come from him. Somebody had arranged for the orders to reach his estate, apparently from him, and then arranged for this and all while he was distracted six hundred miles away. There was more to this and he would find out one way or another. There was one thing to be thankful for in all this: they clearly did not know she had a tracking device. This oversight had probably saved her life and he would make it cost them theirs.

The message came through that it was all clear - all of the offenders had been captured or shot - and at that he allowed the air ambulance to take her away under the heaviest guard he could spare. He was guided through the woods to the clearing where he found eleven men bound on the ground and three dead. None of his own were hurt and he should hope not, these were the elite of the elite and this was a trivial mission for them.

He turned to the men on the floor and sneered. "It is taking all of my willpower not to have you all executed now, but a quick death would be far too good for you all. You will be allowed to die when you have told me all you know. But first, let us render you all incapable of such barbarism. Castrate them all." The men looked beyond horrified. This had been a simple job, none of this was supposed to have happened. They were told if they hit the cars they'd find something valuable. Nothing was said of royally pissing off the head of an almighty army who had very little accountability to anyone and was known for his violent and ruthless cruelty.

"Sir no, we'll tell you everything, please no, there's no need. We meant no harm to you, it was just a job sir."

"Oh you'll tell me everything anyway. You are all heading to the deepest cellars of the army hq in the capital. But this is just a small compensation for the damage you did to my property." He waited until it was done then left quickly, his own helicopter following the air ambulance.

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They landed at a small private hospital far outside any major cities and he hurried inside. An elderly doctor met him at reception.

"Ah, General, I heard you land."

"Give me the worst, doctor"

"Three broken ribs, a lot of bruising, she has been raped a number of times and there are lacerations around both the rectum and vagina. In short, she's a mess, but it isn't anything that won't heal. Major Rogers is awake and talking if you would like to speak to him?" The general felt a substantial dose of guilt that some of the damage had been him.

"Yes, where is he? I'll find my own way."

Rogers was sitting up in bed but looked rather worse for wear. "Major, you look better than I might have imagined. Can you tell me what happened?"

"It was only a few bullets sir and they didn't hit anything I can't regrow or live without. I'm only sorry that they took me out of action."

"Entirely forgiven. From the security footage we have managed to pull from the cars you did as much as you could. But are you able to tell me what happened?"

"Yes, I can give you a full account now sir. Just after 3pm we received word from you that the girl was to be moved and that we were to keep quiet about it and not take too many men. We were given a route and direction and we set to it at once sir. We were driving less than five minutes before we hit traps in the road that burst our tires. The men jumped out of the car behind ready to clear the way and take us back to the house in that car since it had managed to stop before the traps. There was a lot of gunfire - they were ambushed it seems sir - and they all went down, taking a few of the enemy with them. I didn't want to leave the girl but told the driver to carry on as best he could and put in a bit of distance if things went worse. I managed to take out a few using the car as cover but there were a lot of them and they flanked me. As I went down I saw the car speed off but blacked out for a bit after that. I called you when I came round and you know it from there."

"Thank you Rogers that confirms what I suspected. The message however did not come from me. We have a problem."

"Shit. I should have checked sir. This all could have been prevented."

"Nonsense Rogers, you had no reason to query it. Rest and recover and look forward to whatever commendation for bravery I can find for you."

"Thank you sir." Then remembering something suddenly: "did you recover the girl?"

"Yes." His tone was that of concern and distress - something Rogers found very strange coming from his commanding officer.

"That bad?"

"They were rather rough with her. They will regret it for the remainder of their short, painful existences."

"That's some comfort at least."

"The best I can do. Now get to sleep."

"Sir, if you don't mind, that may be wise for you too. You look like you need it."

The general smiled and left. He did need sleep, he was barely standing. There was a door ahead flanked by two sentries and he could guess who was inside. After kissing her gently and having a flick through her chart he settled himself in an arm chair by her bed to catch a few hours of sleep.

He was woken by a noise and found that she was tossing and turning violently in her sleep, muttering in panic, in the grip of a nightmare. He took her hand and squeezed it, cradling her head to his chest.

"Shhhhhh, pet, only a dream. You're safe now, I've got you." Her eyes flickered open and she met his gaze.

"They said it was because a traitor. I am a traitor. I'm your traitor whore just as they said."

"You could not help but yield to me and it would have destroyed you to have resisted further. You fought respectably and gave in only when you had no hope of success. That is not my definition of traitorous."

She didn't appear to be listening and he doubted she had taken in anything he had said. Once she had drifted off back to sleep he went to find her doctor.

"When can she be taken home?"

"In the morning, though you may prefer to keep a nurse with her for a day or two. Have her rest and keep her clam. I'm afraid a physical recovery may be far easier than a psychological one, but I recommend you some excellent specialists in that field."

"Thank you doctor, would you forward a list to my office? I will require one of your nurses for three days and will cover triple what their wages would have cost you so that you can find a replacement. I will have a helicopter here at first light - would you have her ready to be moved?"

"Yes, it will all be arranged. A nurse will fly out with you."