It took quite some time for Margaret to realize the rapes were over. A soldier barked an order in Korean, words unintelligible to her, but the context was clear enough for her to understand it went along the lines of "Now get up and get dressed again; get moving!" And there was probably a slur like "American bitch" somewhere in it.
Her body ached everywhere. She was very sore inside her womanhood; worst of all, her mind was shattered in bits of Hell. She felt something gooey spilling out of her entrance and realized it was left-over semen. She began bawling with frantic spasms of her facial muscles, thinking of her beloved fiancé. A soldier hit her and barked at her. She had to get dressed again and get moving. Raping female prisoners and then shooting them wasn't unheard of.
Ann, Mary, Jodie and Irene were all in the same exhausted and shattered state as Margaret. Mary was the only one who wasn't crying as she somehow tried to cover her chest with the torn remnants of her uniform shirt. The twin silver bars indicating her rank looked like a mockery refering to her former self. At least, they still had their unscathed winter coats to cover themselves up. Their gloves were even still there in the hip pockets.
Once they had more or less got properly dressed again, the captive women were force-marched amid the half company along with the US prisoners of war -- Margaret counted 11 surviving captive GIs, the Platoon Officer among them, and something around 70 North Korean soldiers.
They made south amid the bushes and hills. It was cold, windy and hellish.
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Now that his men had been fully contented in their carnal lust, Lieutenant Myo Hyun-Ki expected staunch discipline from his men. Once, he caught a soldier groping a nurse and he hit him with the butt of his pistol! He yelled at him "Now you leave them alone! We need to move!" Needless to say, they were behind schedule.
The captive nurses and other POWs walked on more dead than alive as the day wore on. They felt that whoever wouldn't be able to keep up would probably be forced down to his/her knees and shot through the head. They ignored their fatigue and pressed on.
At one point, a loud roaring sound was heard from the sky. This time the sounds were lower-pitched and closer to the sound of a diesel motor than the Sabre jet from earlier this morning. The soldiers quickly scampered into hiding places along with their prisoners.
Five P-51 Mustangs passed above them, at high speed and low altitude. The fighter planes looked magnificent and deadly with their bright metallic bodies. They were throwbacks from WW2 and slower than the contemporary Sabre F-86 that was put into service in 1949. They were still called upon for close air support. They were probably on a strafing mission against enemy troops that had been spotted in the area, which made perfect sense.
Lieutenant Myo Hyun-Ki observed them. They obviously were making for the main battalion, marching about a mile away to the West and now having almost two hours of headway on them, since he and his men had made a "nice leisurely halt of entertainment". The Major didn't call him due to strict orders of radio silence, since they were marching very deep south of the frontline.
These Mustang fighter planes certainly didn't bother to waste time and ammunition on the other half company, which was a little farther to the East. As he knew his fellow Lieutenant, he too must have made some nice leasurely halt to get acquainted with peasant families and more specifically their young wives and teenage daughters.
The only armies well-disciplined enough to march on and ignore the rape opportunities only existed on paper in history books. He told as much to his master sergeant and they shared a good laugh on this.
Now, these planes knew where their battalion was so now their Division had been spotted. Lieutenant Myo Hyun-Ki hoped that the two other Divisions had made it through and they'd be able to operate their junction and "backstab" the enemy and crush these decaying Capitalists! Their entire operation success depended on this.
The battalion commander knew a spot amid a small forest where they'd be safe enough for the night. The next day would no doubt bring fighting. If all went well, their three-Division operation would be successful and it would be the beginning of the end for these sloppy Americans.
Looking at Ann as she walked in dead silence, he chuckled and thought they would no doubt make more prisoners... More of their women to entertain themselves with and humiliate these arrogant GIs by having them watch how they raped their girls!
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The elements of Company 2 of the 2nd Battalion in the 36th Brigade of the Korean People's Army didn't meet any other enemy troops along their march.
The sun was low on the horizon when they arrived at the rendez-vous point. After spending the whole day on this forced march, and now that their post-battle adrenaline rush had long subsided, Lieutenant Myo Hyun-Ki and his men weren't in the mood to rape the women again.
Most of the battalion was already there and had set camp in large field tents, well camouflaged among the trees. His fellow Lieutenant, So Suck-Chin, hadn't arrived yet, as it was to be expected.
Upon their arrival, Ann, Margaret, Mary and the two other female prisoners were jeered at and catcalled by dozens upon dozens of Communist soldiers as they were escorted through the field camp. The male POWs were taken to a tent for interrogation and the women were made to wait outside under guard, near the Major's large tent of command -- They were not to be touched until they had been interrogated by the commander, who immediately summoned Lieutenant Myo Hyun-Ki to hear his report.
"What?! You stopped and took some free time with these women?! You were on orders to advance quickly! Don't you know that the only pleasure for the soldier of the Korean People's Army is to serve the Democratic People's Republic of Korea?... You and your men should be more disciplined!... What a pity! All it took to slow down your advance was a couple of pretty faces!... Bah!... Enough said... Let's see those prisoners!"
"Aye, Sir!"
Major Sagong Yong was a very tall and strong specimen of a Korean man. He walked proud in his uniform. Some women found him handsome. Lieutenant Myo Hyun-Ki knew his taste for beautiful, exotic women.
When the Major walked out of the tent and had a look at the five gorgeous women that were lined out wearing their now-ragged uniforms under their coats, he started to laugh...
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!... NOW I SEE!!! Well, Myo... Now I understand better why you couldn't keep your men -- and yourself -- from indulging in your little unplanned round of entertainment!... Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!!!" The commander had never seen such beautiful white women in person; he had only seen them out of his reach in the movies.
Major Sagong Yong gave his orders. He summoned a group of ten or twelve officers as well as his duty photographer. There was also a Sergeant who was fluent in English and would be needed as interpreter, as none of the officers spoke any good English except a few basic words.
Then Mary, Ann, Margaret, Jodie and Irene were escorted inside the Major's tent.
There, the air was warmer and there was a nice soothing light making the place feel cozy in comparison to the harsh winter country they had spent the day walking in.
However, having so many enemy soldiers in that tent and not a single other woman didn't bode well.
Captain Mary Higgins made a point of standing tall on top of her 5 ft 2 in. and with her "imposing" 115-lb frame.
"I have a complaint to make" she said with a broken voice. "Me and my fellow nurses have been treated in the most barbaric and inhuman way when your men captured us on the road between Yongdok and Chunju! We have the Red Cross immunity, and this person here (she pointed at Margaret) is a civilian! I want you to relay our complaint to your generals and the authorities of the Democratic People's Republic of Korea!... And furthermore, I have to signal the wanton execution of two American POW contrary to the Geneva Conventions."
Mary's word were translated to the Major, who gave Mary a sardonic look. Then he spoke, and his words were translated for Mary...
"I am very sorry to hear this! I can guarantee you that we have taken due note of what happened to you and your fellow women POWs! And I will personally take actions in the way of comfort, concerning you and the other nice ladies here!... It will start now! You will now have the opportunity to wash and change into warm and dry clothes!..."
Two well-built soldiers presently entered the tent carrying a large tub of steaming water. The Major spoke again... The interpreter relayed his words of wisdom...
"You will now kindly remove all your clothes and take a bath!"
"WHAT?!" said Mary. The Major spoke, in a menacing tone...
"You take off all your clothes or we will do it for you!"
Mary's heart sank. Her little flicker of hope had died and her worst fears were fully justified! These officers were pigs like the rest of their men! What else could she expect?
Under the men's sounds of approbation, Mary slowly took off her coat, removed her gloves and began undoing her shirt buttons. Reluctantly, the four other women followed suit with a very heavy heart. The felt so utterly powerless! The Major and his officers grinned as they watched them undress.
Each of the men present watched intently, picking their favorite girl in the process, while Mary, Ann, Margie, Jodie and Irene progressively removed all their items of clothing, slowly revealing their American-bred charms step by step. When most of the women had discarded their uniform shirts and pants and were about to undo their bra, the Major spoke, his words immediatly translated...
"You must not use your hands to hide your intimate body parts; you must do your best to display them in the most... sexual way you can think of... Failure to obey these instructions will earn you a trip to my soldier's tents, where you will spend the night entertaining several hundred men by yourselves. I suggest you follow my instructions!"
Upon hearing of a fate worse than being simply shot dead, Ann and Margaret began to sob silently as they undid and removed their bras; they then kept their arms to their sides and gave these men a perfect view on their strikingly beautiful pairs of boobs!
The Major felt his dick swell to enlarged proportions as he watched their perky orbs of ivory skin catching the golden camping lights. The men could see that both women had similarly shaped pairs -- breasts that were B-size... The average size; neither too small nor too big and had very alluring curves underscored by the deep shadows cast by the dim camping lights.
The most noticeable difference was that Ann had rather pale nipples amid small areolas while Margaret had the same pinkish nipples, except her areolas were a little puffy. Other than that, their torsoes looked strikingly similar, albeit Margaret was taller.
Irene had the biggest breasts, about C-size with rather wide areolas and wine-red nipples. Jodie had breasts similar to Ann's in size and shape, except her nipples were of a darker wine-red color that even bordered on the brown. Mary had the alluring perky breasts with vanilla nipples that were commonly seen on attractive blondes, her spotless skin all pale in its golden-tinged splendor!
The men salivated even more when their beautiful captives finally took off their socks and panties. Three of the brunettes -- all except Ann -- had thickly haired triangles of blackness pointing the way to their slit. Ann had a nice delicate strip of black hair that invited a man's dick to give her a good shaking down there. Mary had a curtain that matched her drapes -- a bushy triangle of golden hair gracing the top of her cunt.
The women ranged in height between 5 ft 1 in. and 5 ft 4 in., except for Margaret who stood a tall 5 ft. 9 in. Margie had long, strikingly alluring legs and feet! All of them had shapely legs and butts. The most crazy-arousing round moons of rear-end splendor belonged to Ann and Irene. Irene was the shortest among the girl and her bodyshape was somewhat squatter, which gave her hips and butt a relatively wider and fuller look.
As he watched the five pale naked bodies displayed in front of him, the Major knew his Lieutenant had captured a nice little stable of exceptionally beautiful American women.
His photographer had begun taking pictures. These women could be sold to high-ranking officials against special favors. The Major felt he would soon be a Colonel! And on top of that, he was going to mount this woman who had such a perfectly shaped butt -- he had set his choice on Ann.
In a show of alluring legs and feet, Ann and Margaret stepped together in the hot tub. Through the interpreter, the Major ordered them to wash, soap and friction one another! They began. Margaret was a tad more open to woman-on-woman displays of loving affection, so she took the lead. In the instructions they were given, one thing led to another and soon enough, Margaret found herself sucking Ann's wet nipples and caressing her other perky assets. She actually liked this, whereas Ann found the contact revolting.
Noticing Ann's reluctance to touch Margaret, the Major ordered Margie to stand up while Ann was to kneel down. Then Ann was to perform a cunnilingus on her fellow captive! She had to do it, or else... She'd be a whore for the entire rank-and-file outside!
With tears streaming down her cheeks, Ann began pleasuring Margaret's entrance and clit using her tongue. She found the taste disgusting and the contact with her bushy hair positively revolting! But she had to carry on...
The men took great joy in listening to Margaret's sounds as she began to moan and stroke Ann's beautiful raven hair, running her finger through her shiny locks as her pleasure began to intensify along with her palpitating clit. Her pleasure-swollen breasts and erect nipples were gorgeous to look at! Margaret closed her eyes and started playing a strong fantasy of hers...
They had taken her and ruthlessly undressed her, ignoring her protests. They were four GIs -- Black men -- who had found her alone in a secluded spot. Now they had her stark naked under the Korean sun!
The black GIs were naked too and showing her their large powerful dicks! They shoved her on the hood of the jeep and began taking their turns on her. She took them inside her! She felt her vagina being filled and stretched by the big slab of African meat as the man began pounding her. She was there, lying down on that jeep hood, under the bright sun... being utterly shaken under a barrage of dick thrusts. Repeated dick thrusts. Constantly repeated. Nonstop! The big black dick... Inside her! Deep and receding. Receding and deep-deep!!! STRONG! POWERFUL! OOHH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!!!
THEY BANG HER! TAKING THEIR TURNS! They are Privates. She's an Officer! They powerfully cum inside her, inside the well-bred white woman... One after the other! The big black dick EXPLODES and shoots a massive LOAD! It's SOOOO... WARM... SO GOOD!!! They bang her on the jeep hood and shoot their loads inside her! She's nude! They've ripped her Officer's uniform off!!! All social barriers are down! Abolished! No control! Just one big dick of secret night that keeps plowing her and...
aaaaaaaaaaaaaa AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH...
Margaret's loud moan of orgasmic joy filled the entire tent as her juices freely flowed down on Ann's stimulating tongue... Margaret grabbed Ann's hair and moved her head against her cunt as she was hit by a second wave of orgasmic bliss... and groaned out loud, her entire body taken by just one TSUNAMI of bliss! Ann was disgusted and spitting out her juices.
Ohhhhh... It was so GOOD! Margaret had almost forgotten where she was!
TO BE CONTINUED.
Note: A scene where five gorgeous women -- actresses from the past -- all take their clothes off for the voyeuristic pleasures of men... Not easy to depict right! It is a very challenging exercise in descriptive writing. There is a point of balance between too much description and not enough. I want the reader to feel like he/she is there watching all! Not easy...
Note: Hairy cunts with very few exceptions; one of the biggest difference between women in the 1950s and today. Also, women back then were on average two-three inches shorter than today's women. The average British woman stood 5 ft 2 in. To reflect this, I often use the adjective "petite" to describe a woman who was actually of average size in 1950. B-size was the average breast size back then.