The General Ch. 02

"At ease, Lieutenant" said the General, ending the confrontation.

Melanie was relieved but sufficiently terrified! Stargill released his grip, bringing her back to her heels. Melanie panted heavily trying to regain her breath, still stinging from the blows ... and tingling from the cooling wetness on her nipple.

Uncovered and unprotected, she felt positively shameful. Yet there was no covering herself! Her fingertips could barely reach the sides of her heavy breasts as they shimmied to and fro with each attempt. Oh, how the General enjoyed the internal struggle before him! So eager to cover herself; but so aroused by the slightest contact. Melanie stood before the team in nothing more than thigh-high stockings and lace panties.

Small, thin and nearly see-through, her panties did little to hide the features of her pale ivory skin. A thumbnail-sized patch of dark pubic hair could be seen atop her folded pussy lips. The seam of her panties nestled neatly alongside her outer labia. All eyes stared at her crotch. Each and every soldier wanted her; and were determined to have her.

Crossing her legs in a Christ-like pose, Melanie tried sheepishly to conceal herself. She didn't want to entice the crowd; she didn't want her trimmed bush to imply ease or promiscuity. She just wanted to go home -- to regain the secrecy of her intimate talents. Her mind struggled to escape the situation; to find solace in spite of her position. Fear and embarrassment riddled her expressions as she closed her eyes and squirmed in her confines. The General stood in awe of her beauty, watching her slither around in hopes of somehow disappearing from sight. Opening her eyes, she stared helplessly at the General, her piercing green eyes moist with developing tears. The General's heart sank a little! She was exquisite and feminine and very hard to resist. Yet she transformed again right before his eyes. Her eyes hardened; she stood taller as if impervious to her nudity. "I demand you release me, General! This has gone far enough." Her resilience strikes again, reminding the General of his goal.

Up for the challenge, the General stepped forward in silence, meeting her determined stare. In a single swift motion, he swept her legs from beneath her. Her weight dropped heavily against her shackles with an oomph. Crushing her small ankles in one hand, the General pinned them painfully to the beam above her head -- leaving her magnificent ass free for exploration.

Melanie was mortified! Folded completely in half, she struggled to breathe as her thighs crushed uncomfortably against her tits. Her stocking-clad knees brushed softly against her face. And as the General willed, her lower extremities jutted perpendicularly from the wide concrete beam. The heart-shaped curves of her bottom were on prime display. Melanie's tan lace panties wedged tightly between her cheeks, her bulbous buttocks spilling out past tiny lacy frills. Visible from the small of her back, the lace materials disappeared into the confines of her ample white buttocks, only to reappear again as a sliver of stained cloth quaintly covering her quivering pussy.

Melanie's eyes raced between her prone ass and the lustful stare overwhelming the General's expression. The view was exquisite! Melanie's strained position stretched the lace deeper into her crevices, spilling the slightest edges of her delicate pussy lips past the tight material. Entranced, the General explored her body with his free right hand, laying his palm gently against the inner curve of her left ass cheek -- right where her tenderest flesh curved away from her vaginal opening. Ever so gently, the General gripped at the flesh, drawing more of her pussy lips from beneath her strained panties. Playfully stretching at her opening, her pussy engulfed more of the thin material. Melanie's struggled breath grew slower as the tender warmth of his touch tingled through her body. The General fascinated over the softness of her skin -- spurring an aching clinch in his groin. My God, how the General desired her and how he'd longed to know her so intimately. Melanie could see desire welling in his eyes and flinched away from his touch in learned shame.

Insulted, the General stared angrily into Melanie's shame-filled eyes. "Fine then," he sneered past clinched teeth. Nose to nose and never breaking his stare, he reached beneath her bottom and clinched the panties at the small of her back. A swift yank brought them down past her buttocks and trailing up her long thighs until they sprang free from the folds of her moist pussy.

How dare she defy him! How dare he lose focus to desire!? Angry, the General snapped back to his initiative.

The cool air on her wet pussy brought goosebumps to her skin. Cheers and whistles rang from the soldiers as the General flipped the panties up off her ankles and dropped her legs hard to the floor. Again, Melanie squirmed to conceal her womanhood in her Christ-like pose. Her tits were discolored red from the pressure of the thighs and arousal defiantly blushed her chest. She was a magnificent sight to see! Balling her panties in his hand, the General felt the moisture collected in the delicate seamline. Fascinated at the implications, he raised them to his nose and stared knowingly into her eyes as he breathed her womanly stench heavy into his nostrils. It was her scent -- the same one from the conference room. And an urgent desire to erupt in orgasm darted through the General's body as Melanie sheepishly avoided his stare. Such a primal instinct, the relation of scent and sensuality. Clearing his throat, the General choked down his desire and neatly folded the panties, tucking them into his coat pocket for later.

Recalling the room, the pheromones of Melanie's natural musk were almost too much to handle. Such unbridled womanhood nearly incited a frenzy before! So the manipulative General devised his next move.

"Berkeley," the General barked. "Our guest appears cold. Set the temperature to 88 degrees."

"Cahill," he barked again. "The box please," pointing to a long metal case. Obediently, Cahill opened the case, producing a narrow black bike seat and metal pipes. Confused and frightened, Melanie watched the men spring to work.

Cahill was such a sadistic soldier. He was the General's favorite choice for such uncomfortable matters. Glancing back to him, the General continued. "Engage, Captain."

In terror, Melanie watched as the large, familiar man walked intently to her. She flinched as his large hand again clasped her throat and thrust her high into the air. Painfully, her arms strained against her shackles while her toes barely touched the ground. Struggling for air and unable to look down, she could only await her fate. The bike seat was wedged hard against her pussy, pushing against her stretched position. The clang of metal poles rang throughout the room as he propped the seat up in position.

Releasing her throat, she sank heavy onto the seat. Cahill knelt to her feet to finish his task. She desperately wanted to kick him but was pinned tip-toed by the thin leather seat grinding her pelvic bone. Crawling away, he trailed cables to a small car battery and stood at attention.

"Ugh, what is the meaning of this?" Melanie demanded as she tried to shimmy herself off the seat with no avail.

"Just making you more comfortable, Ms. Orgape," the General replied. "I need to feed my men. We have a physical challenge ahead. And I thought you might like to prepare yourself."

Confused, Melanie stared at the General as he nodded to Cahill. "BzzZZZZzzzzzz" rang from the seat as it aggressively rattled and clanked between Melanie's legs. The General smiled as her eyes nearly leapt from her head!

"Gentlemen," the General said. "Let's leave our guest while we eat. It's about to get very loud in here." The team laughed as the soldiers filed toward the elevator.

The General lingered, taking in Melanie's bare body with an accomplished smirk. Her breasts and stomach bounced and jerked as the intense vibration shimmering upward through her womanhood. Yet she stared intently back at him with pure resentment! She'd scratch his eyes out if she could. But her anger was quickly losing out to the pleasure being forced upon her. A smile grew wide across the General's face as Melanie's piercing eyed winced with the first pangs of pleasure. Satisfied with himself, he stepped away toward the elevator.

Seizing the moment, Cahill sprung toward Melanie to complete the last agonizing step. Stabbing two hands between her pussy and the seat, Cahill plunged his thick fingers into the intimate folds of her wetness and stretched her pussy open around the cold vibrating leather. "Ungh" was her only response as the curved seat made direct contact with every sensitive pleasure center. Her delicate inner lips. The open mouth of her vagina. Her hardening clit. The stiff seat shook them all in maddening pleasure. Her anus. Her urethra. No sacred place was left untouched.

"Captain," the General called again. "Let's go!" Cahill backed away with a smile, staring evilly at Melanie as he licked her moisture from his fingers. She'd have been terrified, if not for the intense distraction of the seat vibrating against her clitoris.

Melanie's thighs clinched as she gasped a little, prompting the General to take on last look before disappearing into the elevator. She was exquisite to watch! So supple. So sexual. And he wasn't about to miss this!

The game was just beginning.

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~ kisses, ... Melanie

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