Captured Commissars: Post-Apocalyptic

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Sergeant Major Bill Slater was certain that this latest exploit of his would earn him a field commission in the Republican Front Militia. He certainly deserved to be an officer by now. The Pennsylvania Red Army was now clearly on the defensive, retreating from each city with delaying tactics, but unable to resist the superior manpower and firepower of the RFM.

With the capture of Harrisburg, the cohesion of the enemy was about to collapse, but the Front wanted to ensure its further disintegration by isolating and detaining the commissars of each unit. As this was an all-female conscript battalion of regular infantry, all of the commissars in it were also women. The People's Republic of Pennsylvania, for all of its talk of "social justice and equality", still segregated the sexes when sending them into combat. Evidently, it feared that there was a danger of fraternization in the trenches. By now, of course, that was not even an issue, since the PRP was in a "state of siege and urgent defense of the people's revolution against counter-revolutionary forces".

All that this meant for Sgt. Maj. Slater was that he was now in charge of hastily inducted and poorly trained female political officers who faced a very real peril of being deported to the District of Columbia Penal Colony. Despite the fact that they outranked him, he had all of the power over these POWs. He was also much more sure of himself, having seen enough combat by now to know what to fear and what not to fear. He sized up the "comrades" immediately. They were indoctrinated to a great extent with Marxist-Leninist ideology, but they had no real battlefield experience prior to the engagement in which they were captured.

Such was the state of the enemy's personnel. It was getting to the point that the Militia troops jokingly called their enemy the "Pennsylvania Green Army". The best units had been chewed up in the Battle of Pittsburgh, a Republican Front offensive from which the Maoist regime that controlled Pennsylvania never truly recovered. Many veteran soldiers had been dispersed among the raw recruits to train them in the field, to the extent that the Reds no longer possessed any crack detachments these days. They were just reservists with a few experienced soldiers scattered between them.

It was with this situation in the background that Sergeant Major Slater began interrogations of the female commissars, sessions that no longer had to abide by the Geneva Conventions, due to the collapse of international law. He was allowed, and even encouraged, to use sexual force to help acquire any information from his prisoners. After all, the Reds weren't above the same treatment, and the Front had warned them of retaliation months before.

Bio:

William "Bill" Slater
33 years old
Sgt. Major, Republican Front Militia
Blue/Green Eyes
Red/Brown Hair
Slight Tan
6 feet tall
215 lbs.
Atheist
American
Divorced

 

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Bio:

Amara Watkins
28 years old
Commissar, The Pennsylvania Red Army
Black Eyes, Blonde, 5'9" tall, 135 lbs., 36D-26-34

Amara had taken a liking to the new ideology. She was a dedicated agent for the cause. She had risen through the ranks -her ambitious, agressive streak had ensured that. If there was one thing she didnt know, it was tact. Her arrogance had earned her few friends, and probably more people in PRA wanting her dead than in the RFM. She knew this. She was also the third highest authority in the government, and had a lot of clout. That is before she had been worked into a corner and had to accept being in the field. "Madam Amara here would, I am sure happily set an example." Her arch-enemy had suggested in front of the President. She was just supposed to be a political officer, rather than a soldier - but that didnt make it any safer. She was confident though that she will make it. She had to. If only to be able to get even with those who had put her in this position.

The war had suddenly gotten worse. They had always been losing ground, but now it was really bad. She was brought back to the present by shouts, and she realized they were under heavy attack. They fought. Suddenly there was a loud explosion near her, and she lost her senses.

 

[FazilKotuk]

Sgt. Maj. Bill Slater

When the battalion commissar herself was brought in, Slater was a bit startled to see her. She was evidently the last to be taken alive, as she had fought ferociously for her side. Slater might not be the top man on the totem pole, but he was aware that this was once General Amara Watkins, the military aide to the First Secretary of the Pennsylvania Communist Party and reputed to have so much influence with Comrade Kurt Wagner that she was possibly groomed as his successor. Evidently, the Defense Secretary's jealousy over sharing the military portfolio with a uniformed commissar must have led to her downfall. Well, this was quite a reversal.....

Slater wasn't one to lose sleep over the political demise of a leading Party official in a rival regime. He was as loyal to the Front as she was to the Party, though not with her meteoric rise and fall. He was a professional soldier and content to remain such. He just liked the idea of having such a prominent Red in his custody. This could be fun. Women like Watkins were exactly the sort that had treated him like crap in his former life, with his ex-wife being the prime example. Interrogating her would be like getting revenge on his ex in a vicarious way, a notion that especially appealed to the NCO. It would be a great way to pass the time until the brass determined whether to send the commissars to DC.

He would imagine, of course, that they hoped not to be sent there, but he personally hoped that they were. DC was widely regarded as the closest thing to a gulag (outside of Pennsylvania these days) in American history. The former capital was essentially a place where people were worked to death under conditions that would make OSHA cringe. Salvage operations were dangerous, after all.

"Well, who do we have here, Corporal? A high and mighty Party comrade, ain't she? Tell me, darling, did you refuse the Boss's sexual advances one time too many?" Bill taunted her as he started the probe. He wanted to start off right away with a show of his disdain for her. He made a point of letting his West Virginia accent come out even stronger than usual, to let her know that she was now at the mercy of a hillbilly.

 

[lost_pirate]

Amara could feel her head hurt, and her eyes refused to open. She forced them open, but immediately felt blinded by the bright light. She tried to bring her arm around to shield her eyes, but couldnt. Her eyes, which had shut again as a reflex, opened again - this time in panic. She realized her arms were tied behind her back. She tried to look herself up to survey the damage. Her uniform was torn in places and her body ached. Her right sleeve of the shirt was badly torn and her arm was bleeding. Her right knee was also bleeding and her torusers were a bit roughed up on the right side, with the knee looking torn. And her body was hurting. All due to a pretty bad fall or a blast or both, she guessed.

As her captors pulled her up by her arms and made her stand, it hurt. But she knew now that nothing was broken. That was a relief. She looked around and saw many dead bodies. Some were being led away captives, like her.

As she was led into captive chambers, she cringed at the way some of the other captives were being kept and treated. She spent the next day there. And she waited. She knew they wanted her to wait. Wait. And then wait a bit more. It all added to tension before interrogation and made them easier to break, the experts of interrogation said. But these techniques wouldnt work on her. She was too strong a woman for that. Strong and arrogant.

The next day they came for her. She was led into what looked like an interrogation chamber, and was securely chained up to a chair. The man who looked like the man in chage there looked surprised to see her - he had recognized her.

"Well, who do we have here, Corporal? A high and mighty Party comrade, ain't she? Tell me, darling, did you refuse the Boss's sexual advances one time too many?"

She looked at the man in front of her, who she judged to be a small fry in the opposition government, with hatred. "My government is one of equality. I am fighting, out here in the battle-field because I lead by example. The men and women of my country need their leaders by them. And I fight for them, with them. But you people will never understand" She said with a lot of hatred in her voice.

 

[FazilKotuk]

Sgt. Maj. Bill Slater

"Oh, I understand better than you might think. I was born toward the end of the Cold War. I've read up on my Communism. You were demoted for political reasons, or perhaps for no longer sharing the President and First Secretary's bed. And people thought that sexual harassment was bad in the old days. Evidently, for you, it's death. One slap in the face too many and you lose your ration cards and get sent to the war zone. Not that I care. I'm just a hillbilly grunt, right? You remind me of why I left my wife. For an egalitarian, you're a bit of a snob, aren't you?

"On to more pertinent matters, I am authorized to warn you that because of your side's persistent torture of our POWs, I am fully free to retaliate on you gals by any means that will get me information and set an example. Not to mention the strong chance that you'll get sent to DC. After all, the Geneva Conventions are no longer in place. I can demand a lot more from you than your name, rank, and serial number.

"So, sugar, why don't you give us everything we want to know, so your chances of a cozy POW camp are much better, huh? You could use some medical attention, after all, which will be rather halfhearted if you don't cooperate. Especially with so many young medics whose first reaction to a sexy female POW will not be to check her vital signs. More likely, it will be a desire to examine your body cavities. You can imagine that commissars aren't our favorite prisoners, after all. You're not even real soldiers, are you? You're just bureaucrats and politicians in uniform. So, how about it?

"Unless you want the corporal to test our new examination methods. They involve a strip-search and worse," Bill commented callously, deliberately ogling his captive in a threatening manner.

 

[lost_pirate]

She could feel anger well up in her insides. Being tied up and helpless was bad enough. What made matters worse was the man was close enough to the truth. She liked Comrade Wagner. He was a good man. She had told him on her first interaction with him that she hated the way some men here tried to use women. He had agreed with her. This man was so wron about him. She thought and smiled. But she knew that he was right on why she was here. The defense secretary had made advances on her, and she had refused that oaf. And he had made sure she had 'volunteered' to be in the battle-field.

She shuddered a bit as the man mentioned DC. and as he talked about torture. But she knew she was a string willled woman. She despised ordinary, weak men like him. She spat at him and said "Forget it you dumb oaf."

 

[FazilKotuk]

She could feel anger well up in her insides. Being tied up and helpless was bad enough. What made matters worse was the man was close enough to the truth. She liked Comrade Wagner. He was a good man. She had told him on her first interaction with him that she hated the way some men here tried to use women. He had agreed with her. This man was so wron about him. She thought and smiled. But she knew that he was right on why she was here. The defense secretary had made advances on her, and she had refused that oaf. And he had made sure she had 'volunteered' to be in the battle-field.

She shuddered a bit as the man mentioned DC. and as he talked about torture. But she knew she was a string willled woman. She despised ordinary, weak men like him. She spat at him and said "Forget it you dumb oaf."

"Oaf, huh? Rather snobbish language from a supposed champion of the working class, don't you think? Aren't the peasants and industrial workers the whole point of your regime and your Party? Well, this shows the gulf between ideology and reality, doesn't it? Communism, capitalism, it doesn't matter. Someone is always the Boss, and someone else the 'oaf', as you put it. Well, guess what, missy. You're now one of us 'oafs', as you put it. You're out of power, and presumably for falling out of favor with your superiors. What's more, now that you've been captured, you'll have the odium of being captured, even on the nearly impossible chance that you happen to escape.

"So, quite plainly, you're no longer in a higher station than me, are you? Pretend all that you like, but that doesn't do anything but give me an excuse to try out some of our new techniques. On second thought, I won't delegate it to the corporal. I'll follow your egalitarian example of doing the dirty work myself. Corporal, just hold her down for a bit. I imagine that a few minutes of being whipped between her thighs might start to give her some anxiety as to her future. Who knows, she might crack from that, but I doubt it. Speaking of cracks, that will be next. Some hard lashing between her ass-cheeks will possibly bring something to the surface, if only the blush of her bottom.

"Then, of course, there's the strip-search. And, after that, who knows? I have carte blanche in this matter, Commissar. Bet you didn't think that an NCO like me, even a senior NCO, would know that word. Oops, your class-consciousness is showing again. Just like your ass will soon be," Bill chuckled, as he ripped the rest of her pants off. The strip-search would just have that much less to do.

As the corporal lifted her legs, Bill took out his walking stick and began thrashing her panty-covered pussy with it. He awaited her reaction to this pain and use of his poorly concealed sadistic tendencies. He was an admirer of de Sade since his divorce. The Marquis's work had been so enlightening, as had the Story of O. Not traditional military reading material, but there was really no such thing as an ordinary soldier. Especially not one who had been a high school teacher in his previous life.

 

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She laughed as she heard him. "You capitalists idiot. you dont even know what we stand for. All people need leaders. We lead our people, to a bright future. In the end, victory will be ours. And then I will personally tell you what whipping is."

"And as for my future, I will get out of here. And Comrade Wagner knows how loyal I am to the cause. And once I am back out, I will get even with you. You as well as that oaf of a defense sec."

She almost jumped as he ripped her pants off. She was suddenly very concious of her near nakedness. As the man started thrashing her pussy through her panties, she started shouting out loud in pain. She wasnt used to this. As he stopped, she recovered a bit, and spat at him "You coward. Let go of me. And then lets see what we can do one on one. But you wont be man enough for that now, would you."

 

[FazilKotuk]

Sgt. Maj. Bill Slater

Bill wasn't intimidated. He knew false bravado when he heard it. The woman was defiant, but she was just paying down on her ticket to DC. As yet, no one had ever returned from DC. It was a life sentence and a death sentence, all rolled into one. And there was also the very real chance of a firing squad, which was a kinder fate than DC in Bill's opinion.

"Listen, you Commie princess! You hypocritical pseudo-populist! You're my prisoner until I say otherwise, and so your ass is mine. I was a black belt in several martial arts before I even joined the Militia, so don't give me any crap. Especially since my report may yet determine whether you survive this war at all. One paragraph might have you in DC by the weekend. Which is kinder than the alternative in my opinion, namely a firing squad. After your people killed my brother Joe, I'm not too inclined to be charitable to you.

"Now, start spilling your guts, or prepared to be my bitch for the next hour. Do I have to say it any plainer than that, or do you perhaps get my meaning now? For someone who thinks that they're smarter than others, you are slow at grasping the concept of captivity. It means that you're prisoner, and I decide your fate. You actually think that you'll be able to escape, let alone get back at me and those who sent you to this war zone? Hell, no! You'll stick out like a sore thumb, even if you managed to get past the guards. You can't hide your arrogant attitude and your hatred of the Commandant and his men, can you?

"Not that it matters in the long run. Your Party's goose is cooked, General. Or should I say Lieutenant Colonel, now, due to your demotion. Consider yourself lucky to be in disfavor with a failing regime. That might just save your life, if you're smart and do as you're told, madam. Those who still sit on the Politburo when Philly falls won't be able to escape justice for their treason. The Union will be restored, as surely as it was in 1865. But they won't be as lucky as Jeff Davis and the others from the Confederate Government. Your First Secretary and his crew will be executed after a very short trial.

"It's just a matter of time, Watkins. Now, tell us all, and I won't get an excuse to loosen up your tight ass. You hear me, prisoner!" Bill thundered with authority.

He was used to power by now. He ran his unit as a tight operation and everyone knew that he was boss. The corporal would help him, especially since he would get his own chance at her ass if he was good. Of course, they had other commissars who would be easier to break, but this one might just force them to try out their "interrogation through rape" methods now authorized by the Commandant. Best of all, this might well get Bill his commission as an officer.

The corporal turned the Commissar over as ordered, and Bill started striking her between her ass-cheeks and on them as well. Harder with each stroke, he showed no mercy whatsoever, especially after he ordered the corporal to remove her torn panties as well.

With little warning, Bill slammed three fingers into Amara's pussy, testing for wetness and also teasing her a bit. If he had to force himself on her, he would enjoy it, but he would hope that she finally told them her secrets. This could be his major coup, professionally speaking. That counted for more than just a little tail. Then again, this would be great revenge for Joe's death. What kind of people would shoot and torture a captured medic? The very act proved the wickedness of Communism to Bill once and for all.

 

[lost_pirate]

She was beginning to despair a bit. She was a woman of great self-control and strength, so she realized it quickly, and chided herself for that. She knew why she was panicking. This man seemed to hate her. From the bottom of his heart. And still seemed to be calm and collected. She knew it was always a dangerous combination. Little sympathy, little weakness. And then she heard it. About his brother. So that was what this was all about. She thought back. Hard. Joe Slater...Joe Slater. The name seemed to ring a bell but she couldnt quite palce him. He said they had killed him. She had a great memory, but it seemed to be failing her now.

And then he started talking nonsense about her party losing. Yes they were facing a bit of a reversal. But they were far from losing it. They still had the secret weapon. THE weapon. They werent going to lose. She seemed to have missed a lot of what he said after that because she suddenly felt herself being turned over, and her panties being ripped off. She almost jumped, and tried to break free, but to no avail. This was now becoming insane. As he started hitting her ass, between and on her cheeks without any sympathy, she started to howl in pain. This hurt. She held up though. Even the political cadre had been trained in enduring pain. She could handle it.

And then it struck her. He must be talkling about the medic Slater. The one who turned to their side. But why did he say they had killed him. Did she have the man wrong. She said out, through the hits. "Joe Slater didnt die. He turned to our side. ...He saw the right way and turned to our side. He is out in the field helping our soldiers, keeping them healthy as we speak. ...I personally requested the first secretary to let him go as it was against the Geneva convention. ...and he confirmed it was not necessary anymore as he had turned to our side" she cried out between the hits.

But she wasnt even sure he heard him through the loud hits on her ass.

And before she could check for a response, she felt three fingers force their way into her pussy, without any warning. She wasnt easy to arouse sexually. As a matter of fact, she hadnt had sex that often anymore. She didnt have to work her way up using her body unlike many other females. She was noticed for her ruthless political leadership in the very first month by the first secretary, and he had groomed her up. She only fingered herself every once in a while, but didnt care much for men. She despised them for the way most of them treated women.

And as this mans fingers forced their way into her tight pussy, she knew she wasnt ready as she felt a lot of friction as he forced his fingers into her. She tried to kick out and wriggle away and couldnt. She shouted out "Let go of me. What are you doing? why are you doing this to me? this is against the geneva convention."

 

[FazilKotuk]

Sgt. Maj. Bill Slater

She was beginning to despair a bit. She was a woman of great self-control and strength, so she realized it quickly, and chided herself for that. She knew why she was panicking. This man seemed to hate her. From the bottom of his heart. And still seemed to be calm and collected. She knew it was always a dangerous combination. Little sympathy, little weakness. And then she heard it. About his brother. So that was what this was all about. She thought back. Hard. Joe Slater...Joe Slater. The name seemed to ring a bell but she couldnt quite palce him. He said they had killed him. She had a great memory, but it seemed to be failing her now.

And then he started talking nonsense about her party losing. Yes they were facing a bit of a reversal. But they were far from losing it. They still had the secret weapon. THE weapon. They werent going to lose. She seemed to have missed a lot of what he said after that because she suddenly felt herself being turned over, and her panties being ripped off. She almost jumped, and tried to break free, but to no avail. This was now becoming insane. As he started hitting her ass, between and on her cheeks without any sympathy, she started to howl in pain. This hurt. She held up though. Even the political cadre had been trained in enduring pain. She could handle it.

And then it struck her. He must be talkling about the medic Slater. The one who turned to their side. But why did he say they had killed him. Did she have the man wrong. She said out, through the hits. "Joe Slater didnt die. He turned to our side. ...He saw the right way and turned to our side. He is out in the field helping our soldiers, keeping them healthy as we speak. ...I personally requested the first secretary to let him go as it was against the Geneva convention. ...and he confirmed it was not necessary anymore as he had turned to our side" she cried out between the hits.

But she wasnt even sure he heard him through the loud hits on her ass.

And before she could check for a response, she felt three fingers force their way into her pussy, without any warning. She wasnt easy to arouse sexually. As a matter of fact, she hadnt had sex that often anymore. She didnt have to work her way up using her body unlike many other females. She was noticed for her ruthless political leadership in the very first month by the first secretary, and he had groomed her up. She only fingered herself every once in a while, but didnt care much for men. She despised them for the way most of them treated women.

And as this mans fingers forced their way into her tight pussy, she knew she wasnt ready as she felt a lot of friction as he forced his fingers into her. She tried to kick out and wriggle away and couldnt. She shouted out "Let go of me. What are you doing? why are you doing this to me? this is against the geneva convention."

"Doesn't matter anymore. Your side violated the Convention some time ago. So we're retaliating. Oh, and I've been told to tell you, in case you happen to escape, that your side doesn't have a monopoly on any weapons. If worse comes to worse, we'll nuke Philly if we must, rather than let you save yourselves. That's only if you use that weapon. The Geneva Conventions are dead. Been dead from the first escaped POWs who reported torture and deportation, not to mention the sending of the Amish to gulags. Not to mention those anarchists that you had killed for protesting your rule.

"As for Joe, yes, you killed him. I don't buy your story at all. Joe Slater would have had to be brainwashed to join Communists. He hated Reds with a passion. He was adopted from an Angolan family in the middle of their civil war, and his natural parents were UNITA supporters.

"Get used to this. I've been authorized to use any force necessary, and if you fail to cooperate, you have a one-way ticket to DC. Or a firing squad, if we're merciful. We have enough bullets to spare for firing squads, which should tell you what we think of your side in this war.

"Now, just relax. This won't hurt much if you relax. Well, not quite as much," Bill laughed, as he squirted a small amount of lotion on her sphincter and started to penetrate her butt with the end of his walking stick.

"So, are you going to tell us what we want to know, or are we going to get to introduce you to a little sodomy?"

 

[lost_pirate]

She was beginning to get a bit confused now. The First secretary had promised the medic would be spared. And what was this about violating the Geneva convention. Her party had always played fair. As fas as she knew it, that is. And the first secretary was a wise man with a great vision for the country. After all he was a communist and believed in equality. She knew this man was misguided. She must help him see the right side. And what was this about nuking, huh. She had to tell him they knew nothing.

"You dont understand." She said. "Nukes are old gen. You people are fighting a losing war. We dont even bother with the nukes anymore. We..." and then she stopped herself. She was not going to let the secret weapon slip out. "...will help you. Come over to my side. I will make sure you are protected. And we never violated the Geneva convention. Even your brother joined us of his own free will."

She suddenly felt something wet on her sphincter, and then suddenly something round and wide entered her butt. She had never had anything in there, and howled out with pain. "Stop you asshole. Dont you see the point."

 

[FazilKotuk]

Bill Slater

Bill laughed. He was sure that the higher-ups knew what this weapon was, even if he didn't. Not that it mattered. High-tech or low-tech, it didn't matter. It might be "old gen", as the commissar put it, but a nuke would still wipe out the Communist leadership cowering in Philadelphia, and even First Secretary Wagner had to know that, for all of his rhetoric about "old gen" (at least, he assumed that she picked that up from him, along with the nonsense that Reds respected the Geneva Convention- Bill Slater knew his Soviet and Chinese history better than that).

Clearly, this woman had bought her glorious leader's propaganda, hook, line, and sinker. To Bill, however, Communism was anathema. It was pure, unadulterated evil, and had to be crushed, so that the Union could be restored under the principles of the Republican Front and its revolution. Not that it mattered. Whatever this weapon was, the moment that the Commandant thought that it was about to be used, Philly would be nuked and the entire Politburo would be just as dead as through any high-tech superweapon. Well, nuked, or gassed. There were the secret supplies of VX nerve gas....

Not that Bill cared much. The Reds wouldn't use any weapons until or unless they panicked from the total collapse of their army, and by then, it would be too late to save them, one way or the other. Not even Reds would use strategic weapons if they could avoid it. And by then, they'd only kill themselves in the process, if the fighting was happening in Philly itself.

Bill continued to ignore Amara's silly posturing and bragging, as he started to enter first her sex, to prepare her a bit more, and then her ass. He wondered how the woman commissar would react to being buggered. She was probably too uptight to have tried it before, just like Bill's ex. And what kind of fool insulted a man, and then tried to recruit him with lies about his brother?. They had better be lies, too, or else Bill would assume that his brother had been brainwashed. Communists had invented brainwashing, after all, during the Korean War.

"I don't buy your crap at all. Since when do Communists respect treaties and human rights? Look at what you did to the Amish! I don't buy it at all. Now, tell me some real secrets, or I will have to turn you over to the corporal for your strip-search and more, once I'm done fucking you myself. Tell me about this weapon, for instance. It won't help your cause, anyway, since retaliatory strikes are within our capacity that will completely annihilate your side," Bill dismissed Amara's complaints, as he rammed deeper into her butt.

 

[lost_pirate]

'This man is either too stupid, or too brainwashed to understand the truth.' She thought. He didnt seem to listen to her, and suddenly penetrated her pussy. She let out a soft whimper, and then started to struggle. She squirmed and pushed and tried wriggle free. Once again, just as suddenly, he pulled out of her and entered her butt. She screamed in pain as he rammed deep into her. "Not there. Stop you asshole. You are dumber than i thought. Stop this nonsense now, and I might still help you save your ass when we win."

She screamed again as he rammed into her butt-hole again. "You are so stuck on your own power.All weapons that you have are useless against us. We can ward off everything. Including the nukes. The communist scientific research is much more advanced than yours. whats more, we have weapons that no one can stop. I will not tell you anything more than that. You still have time. Come over to our side now like your brother."

 

[FazilKotuk]

'This man is either too stupid, or too brainwashed to understand the truth.' She thought. He didnt seem to listen to her, and suddenly penetrated her pussy. She let out a soft whimper, and then started to struggle. She squirmed and pushed and tried wriggle free. Once again, just as suddenly, he pulled out of her and entered her butt. She screamed in pain as he rammed deep into her. "Not there. Stop you asshole. You are dumber than i thought. Stop this nonsense now, and I might still help you save your ass when we win."

She screamed again as he rammed into her butt-hole again. "You are so stuck on your own power.All weapons that you have are useless against us. We can ward off everything. Including the nukes. The communist scientific research is much more advanced than yours. whats more, we have weapons that no one can stop. I will not tell you anything more than that. You still have time. Come over to our side now like your brother."

Bill now knew that the woman bought the BS from the Party line. Weapons that can ward off nukes? As if! Not that it mattered. Clearly, she wasn't aware of infiltration tactics that the Republican Front employed, whereby it already had some suitcase bombs in Philly and other places, in safehouses specially designed to set off certain devices....he'd have to get word of this probably idle boast to Morgantown, however...in case it might be useful. Yes, she was helping, even if she didn't know it. If there was something to it, the Commandant needed to know and be able to order the designated teams to detonate from their locations behind enemy lines.

He had angered her....and she had bit. If she was boasting, it would help her cause none at all. And if there was something to it, which he doubted....well, suitcase bombs worked if nothing else.

As he plowed her backside more and fingered her cunt, Bill ignored her pleas for a release, but also ordered the corporal to strip her more. Soon, she was nude, and the corporal had entered her sex, replacing Bill's fingers. They were now both taking her at the same time, forcing their way inside her. Well, one way or the other, the Front would win, and the commissar could just expect more gang-rape. Not a pretty end, but that was life. If only she would cooperate more, but she might already have without knowing it.

In any case, this was fun. Bill wasn't usually a rapist, but there were times that called for it, such as when a Red leader fell into his hands and didn't want to divulge the information that he required. Mind you, he wouldn't be foolish enough to talk about his own side's suitcase bombs. That would compromise national security just to win an argument. No, it didn't matter anyway. The war would be conventional to the end, just like all others. Wagner was a politician, not a former Marine like the Commandant. He didn't have what it took to win a war, conventional or strategic. One day, very soon, he and the others would reach Philly, and personally kick Wagner in the nuts.

 

[lost_pirate]

She waited for an answer and all she got was a deeper penetration. She let out another muffled shout. She was particularly displeased. Not that she had told him anything important. They already knew that the enemy knew about their anti-nuke. The shield they had managed to create. Clearly this man was pretty un-important in his army and didnt know much about this. And then THE weapon. About which no one but her, and the first secretary knew. The defense secretary didnt know this either. And the scientist who had invented it had been executed. She remembered because she had herself authorized it. And what could they think up - suitcase bombs; huh. A bunch of laggards.

Clearly, she was his prize catch and his opportunity to prove himself. She just let out one statement "Do whatever you want. At least it will let you feel important for a bit. What an un-important piece of shit you are. Your own government doesnt tell you secrets they find out about us."

But she felt something more than that as well. A deeper feeling driving him. And she knew it wasnt about his brother. Was it a woman this man is so upset with his life over? Not worth thinking more she thought. She decided he wasnt getting to learn anything new today.

She was lost in her thoughts when she suddenly felt her shirt and her bra being ripped off her. She tried to break through and cursed again. Her nakedness in front of these men, and the slater guy impaling her ass had made her wet. Suddenly she felt the corporal enter her pussy. She felt very full, and let out a cry of pain at first and then a moan of pleasure.

 

[FazilKotuk]

Bill Slater

Bill laughed at her attempt to seem so important, when she was just a POW from a side so defeated that it was actually weighing its strategic options. It didn't matter. The Front had tactical nukes, ABM defenses, EMP weapons, suitcase bombs, particle weapons, a few ICBMs and SLBMs, and nerve gas. Even a few laser weapons. Nothing was left to chance, on the odd chance that the Commies might get desperate enough to resort to their secret weapons. Bill didn't know what the enemy had, but he knew what his own side possessed. Or at least what they admitted having. Who knew what else they might have. Rumor had it that a surviving member of the Kazarov team of anarchists had been forced to divulge everything about the Great Pulse and the technology involved. Nothing was confirmed, but it wouldn't surprised Bill.

The truth was that once your side was thinking about superweapons, the war was a lost cause. Superweapons didn't win wars, they just made them more destructive. Sooner or later, retaliation happened and the situation would return to the previous balance, but with more bloodshed. What won wars, even now, was superior logistics, tactics, strategy, and morale. All of which clearly belonged to the Front. If the Reds wanted to waste their money on secret weapons projects, they would end up losing just like the Nazis did in WW2. Secret weapons didn't save Hitler, and they wouldn't save Wagner. Odd, that both were Germans, but that was a historical accident.

No, the war would be won with tanks, artillery, and manpower. None of the flashy stuff. And the Front had a lot more in conventional strength than the Reds. Bill was seriously skeptical that this war would actually result in another strategic strike. Both sides wanted to take the enemy in one piece, and the Politburo would have to vote on things like strategic superweapons. The Commandant made that decision alone. He was willing to take the credit and/or blame himself. And, being a veteran, he would know better what it took to prevail in the long run.

Like all professional soldiers, Bill believed in conventional warfare, far more than anything else. In the end, the side that could wage a successful war of attrition would win. And that side wasn't the Communists, as recent events had shown.

"You actually still think that you're going to war, don't you? Hell, you might not even survive the war, but it doesn't matter. Your side is doomed. This war will be won on the battlefield, just like any other. No fancy secret weapons and such. I'm the best at what I do, which is conventional warfare. That's all I need to know. And I'm very important to this war, as are all of the other platoon leaders and squad leaders. We carry out all of the orders. Your army is falling apart at the seams, Commissar. Take off the blinders.

"Every day, troops in your army desert or surrender to us. Not even your toughest military discipline can help you hold ground. You're being beaten in the trenches, which is where you'll lose this war. In a few weeks, you won't have an army left at all, at this rate. Then not even secret weapons will be able to save you. You'll end up like the Nazis, with all kinds of clever weapons that can't actually give you a victory and only end up being captured by the enemy," Bill grunted, as he kept buggering Amara and the corporal used her cunt.

Just then, however, even as he came, he received a message over the radio.

The woman who brought the transcript to him didn't bat an eye at what she saw. It was something that had been planned a lot recently, and was now being implemented, that's all.

"Sir, great news! We've convinced the New Jersey Militia to join the war! They're attacking Philadelphia in force! The enemy is pinned down between our forces and theirs. Estimates of the enemy's collapse are now down to 20 days, instead of 35," the PFC informed him, her fiery red hair not a bit turned by the rape in front of her.

 

[lost_pirate]

As she heard him, she knew he was right. But she also knew that for the last one month, it was no longer about winning the war outright. It was all about completely decapacitating the enemy, even if it was at the cost of their own survival. He was right that her party was losing the war. He was wrong that they were winning it. In this war, there would be no winners. she just knew it.

Her body was beginning to react as the two men kept fucking her holes. The man in her ass came, and then a minute later the corporal came in her as well as she came with loud moans.

Just then a new woman came in with news and this, she knew was the end of the war. It was near. The time for them to deploy their secret weapon was coming. But she also knew it was all futile. And her body just limped with the realization and in defeat. She had never been forcibly used before. Today she had been. By two men. In both her holes. And at the same time at that. She felt defeated.

 

[FazilKotuk]

2nd Lieutenant Bill Slater

As she heard him, she knew he was right. But she also knew that for the last one month, it was no longer about winning the war outright. It was all about completely decapacitating the enemy, even if it was at the cost of their own survival. He was right that her party was losing the war. He was wrong that they were winning it. In this war, there would be no winners. she just knew it.

Her body was beginning to react as the two men kept fucking her holes. The man in her ass came, and then a minute later the corporal came in her as well as she came with loud moans.

Just then a new woman came in with news and this, she knew was the end of the war. It was near. The time for them to deploy their secret weapon was coming. But she also knew it was all futile. And her body just limped with the realization and in defeat. She had never been forcibly used before. Today she had been. By two men. In both her holes. And at the same time at that. She felt defeated.

As he finished in Amara's asshole, Bill grinned and gave the corporal and the radiowoman a bear hug. He knew what this news meant. New Jersey was voluntarily rejoining the Union, the first state to do so since the Republican Front started up by seizing power in West Virginia first. Evidently, the fact that there were so many hillbillies in the Militia only motivated the New Jerseyites to want some of the glory for themselves and not let the hicks get the opportunity to take such a prize as Philly. Not that Bill cared much, nor did the Commandant. State pride had to take a backseat to victory. And this decision by New Jersey essentially meant victory in the war against Maoism.

New Jersey's state government would have to know that the Front stood for a restored USA, with all 50 states under Old Glory again. There was no compromise on that principle. Aiding the Front was tantamount to declaring their desire to be readmitted to the Union. Well, recent events had proven how tough it was for states to stand alone. They were all Americans and belonged under one flag, right?

Not wanting Amara to get away, they made sure that she was still bound and the corporal transported her back to her cell for a bit. The interrogation session would be repeated in the morning. On the way out, however, the redhead had a little fun of her own by pinching Amara's still naked bottom. Well, that was Bethany for you. An unabashed lesbian and accepted as such in the CP for a long time now.

Once they were free of her, the Sergeant Major and his platoon went back to business, including the next news: his promotion to second lieutenant. That was sensible, since a platoon commander was traditionally an officer. Now everyone would have to address him as "sir", he could wear a single bar instead of his chevrons, he would get an officer's wages, could attend the officers' club, and would be more respected than most in his new rank.

 

[lost_pirate]

Amara could see them rejoicing. As she was sent to her cell, the redhead pinched her bottom. Amara hated her for that, and felt anger well up inside her again. She restrained herself though. ' only of she was in my place and i in hers' she thought.

She was thrown into the cell, naked. she was hoping she would be given something to cover herself, but no such luck.

She wnet into a corner, and tired and defeated as she was, she fell asleep.

 

[FazilKotuk]

Lieutenant Bill Slater

When the morning arrived and breakfast was over, Corporal Jansen brought Commissar Watkins back before Lieutenant Slater. Bill stood there, in full dress uniform this time, wearing his single bar with pride. An enhanced confidence allowed him to start this session out with a bit more calm and try a carrot first, instead of a stick.

"So, Commissar Watkins, I am pleased to inform you that if you should feel inclined to defect to us, you can be shielded from retribution by your comrades and given comfortable living conditions in secret. That was the positive incentive to backing us, if things went right. Well, I have the authorization from HQ now. Give us the secrets and defect to us, and you'll be in great shape. On the other hand, you can spend another night, naked, in a cell.

"Your choice, but too many more bad interviews, and you could be sent to DC or executed by a firing squad, as you know by now. Given your association with the Politburo, that's a very real possibility. You want to be more important than most commissars, you have to pay the price, such as more danger to your skin. Have you any idea of how hellish DC is these days? No air-conditioning, due to the Pulse, and it's hot and humid in mid-summer. Working your ass off in the salvage sectors can't be a picnic, as you know. It's our own version of your gulags, and it's no fun at all.

"As you know by now, we control West Virginia, Virginia, Maryland, Delaware, North Carolina, and Kentucky, not to mention half of Pennsylvania. Ohio is already flirting with us, and now the New Jerseyites are actively joining the fight. How much longer are you going to fight for a lost cause, Commissar? Surely, if the world socialist revolution was going to happen, it would have done so by now, right? Defection is your best choice by far. You can be sure that your ass will be safe from future repetitions of yesterday's interrogation methods if you should comply.

"Are you really willing to sweat your ass off in DC for the very proletariat that you despise and who don't really want or need your help? I'm working-class myself, and I don't feel a need to be 'liberated' from capitalism. Hell, I was in a union back in my old job, and that union hasn't been dismantled by the Front. If the Commandant was an oppressor, wouldn't he be breaking up the labor unions?" Bill smirked, as he urged his prisoner to consider his offer.

 

[lost_pirate]

She was roughly woken up the next morning and pushed out to the interrogation room. She was aware of the eyes on her, and blushed a bit.

She could see his happiness pour out. And shecould see all too plainly why. He apparently had been promoted. Hearing him through, she had only one answer for him. She walked up to him. And spat with all the disdain in his face. She knew she was doomed, but she didnt care. "Go to hell. No wait. You are going to hell anyways. With that new uniform of yours"

 

[FazilKotuk]

Lt. Bill Slater

"We're both atheists here. There is no hell, and you know it. There is, however, DC. Do you really want to risk going to DC for a working-class that doesn't feel the need for a snob like you to lead and 'liberate' it? The sooner that you take the offer for a place on our side seriously, the better off that you'll be. Because, while most inmates in DC are too weak and exhausted to think about sex, let alone rape, I can't say as much about the guards. I strongly urge you to change your mind. You invited me to join your cause yesterday, but that's laughable.

"Not only are you losing, but recent events and the way that the Cold War ended prove Marx and Lenin wrong. Now, however, I extend the same offer to you, as authorized by my superiors. After all, you know what will happen if you happen to escape and return to Philly. Your own side will brand you a traitor, no matter what you do. That includes your First Secretary and his puppet President. Not to mention the Defense Secretary, who evidently hates you, anyway.

"Like it or not, being captured is bad for one's career in a regime that likes to pit factions and interests against each other in petty jealousies like those between you and the Defense Secretary. I'm guessing that he didn't like sharing control of military affairs with a woman and a uniformed commissar who happened to have the First Secretary's ear. There are always going to be those who will ask you why you didn't die fighting instead of being taken prisoner. There will be those who wonder if you're now a mole for us.

"By the way, I'm authorized to reveal that we do have moles in your government, party, and army, since even if you escape, no on will trust you now. If Wagner is anything like Stalin, being taken as a POW is probably a taint or blemish on your career, if not outright treason from his perspective. And, of course, all Communist leaders are like Stalin. Gulags, torture, execution squads, religious persecution, forced famines, and forced collectivization, right? Even your secret police have moles. I won't tell you whom, since the Party will be paranoid, and while they won't trust you, they will probably stop trusting them, too.

"Not that you're going to escape. Time is running out. Even if you defect to us, you'll be closely watched to prevent your returning to your own side. Not that it would be smart. The moment that you returned to Philly, your much lauded First Secretary would have you shot for treason, and you know it. If you don't defect, you might well be in DC by the end of the week. Sweating your pretty ass off and getting gang-raped by guards. Well, if you're lucky, you might just get put to the wall and executed by a firing squad.

"So, what's it to be? More torture, rape, and deportation to a penal colony or death by firing squad? Or are you going to come to your senses, commissar? After all, we're not treating you like a regular POW for a reason. Your connections to the Politburo make this a matter of great urgency to national security. By the way, Bethany asked about you. She likes your ass, in case you didn't notice. One thing about Beth. She loves to fuck women in the ass with a strap-on dildo and very little lube. I think that you can imagine how that would feel. It's her sadistic, lesbian Domme ways. Maybe I can grant her that desire of hers, if you continue to be stubborn and fail to cooperate with us," Bill continued menacingly. Any pretense of kindness or sympathy was long gone from his face by now.

 

[lost_pirate]

'All standard techniques' she shrugged. She didnt care much for her own fate at this point. Or that of the outcome of the war. She stood for an ideology. Her givernment had been about the ideology. She would not betray the ideology. What did these dogs know of that.

They cared for nothing but money.She sighed. If only all people saw things like her. She knew their rule hadnt been perfect. Heck no one is. They were still learning. Still putting the right systems in place. Great nations are not built in a day. But people didnt see that. 'Huma rights' they shouted.

Well they could do whatever they wanted. She was not betraying the ideology she had stood for all her life. She looked at him "At times you sound funny, you know. Just funny. Look at yourself, all happy about a stupid promotion. And all this does not even matter. What matters is the ideology. But I am not going to argue over that with a loghead like you. Bottom line - I am not telling you anything."

 

[FazilKotuk]

Lt. Bill Slater

'All standard techniques' she shrugged. She didnt care much for her own fate at this point. Or that of the outcome of the war. She stood for an ideology. Her givernment had been about the ideology. She would not betray the ideology. What did these dogs know of that.

They cared for nothing but money.She sighed. If only all people saw things like her. She knew their rule hadnt been perfect. Heck no one is. They were still learning. Still putting the right systems in place. Great nations are not built in a day. But people didnt see that. 'Huma rights' they shouted.

Well they could do whatever they wanted. She was not betraying the ideology she had stood for all her life. She looked at him "At times you sound funny, you know. Just funny. Look at yourself, all happy about a stupid promotion. And all this does not even matter. What matters is the ideology. But I am not going to argue over that with a loghead like you. Bottom line - I am not telling you anything."

"I really wish that you could see reason, and stop blindly following your dogmas, which are just another oppressive creed. However, since you can't see the wisdom of this, I guess that I'll give Beth a break from her radio duties a little early today, since it helps the cause.

"Beth, she's all yours. Now, PFC, don't worry about going too easy. Just don't kill her or maim her for life. Aside from that, her ass is yours for the next hour, at least. Enjoy her as you wish. Maybe then she'll talk," Bill grinned sadistically, as the men bound the naked commissar again, this time with her ass protuding for Beth's pleasure.

The lieutenant naturally stuck around to watch the PFC help out with the interrogation and make sure that she didn't go too far. He wondered how long the woman could stand being raped by another woman, and anally no less. The great thing about dildoes is that they didn't go soft.