The whore that looked like Mulan's friend bit down on a nipple. Mulan had faced more pain since becoming a soldier, but this wasn't a man's. She reacted like a girl. She whimpered. But she also became hornier, yet! The pain was an erotic bolt to her sex. She had four fingers stuffed in it, but still the hole in her was hungry.
'Ah Kum's' other hand squeezed and twisted the other breast of the blackmailed soldiergirl. Never had Mulan had hands treat her sensitive breasts so roughly. Never had she felt so aroused by abuse. Her running wound spasmed, and then clamped down around the intruding fingers.
But they were gone before they could be captured. She whined her frustration. To have to admit to herself that she had already fallen this low added to her deepening shame.
The whore put the sex-soaked hand up to Mulan's mouth. Mulan had just enough self-control left to pull her face away. But a simple threat forced her to lick the fingers clean of her fish-and-piss fluids.
And *still* she hadn't had her release! She couldn't keep herself still.
"Aw, you still haven't cum? Poor "boy"! Kneel! Spread your legs - wider! Oo..." she said, placing her fingers just above her clit. "...Look how hard your baby prick is." Mulan almost exploded with orgasm when the girl, briefly, tickled it. She made a grab for the arm, this time to keep it on her aching sex. But the whore was too quick.
"No, no! That's not for you to decide. We whores are always being told what to do and when to do it! Our feelings don't count. We need a break, someone *we* control. We choose some whores to look after our own needs, but we can't really be satisfied doing the same to one of our own.
"That's why we can't let you get away from us!"
Mon Jan 02 13:58:24 2006