<!Terror Of The Trenches>

<!By A Femdom Fanatic, driveform26@gmail.com>

<!Quiet of MGSV singlehandedly destroys a troop of soldiers.>

Terror Of The Trenches

I’d been just sitting there for some time, staring out at the dirt path as we rode along. Those of us in that jeep weren’t particularly talkative, which did nothing to dissolve the tension in the humid jungle air. A million thoughts always cross the mind during times like this; it was a key part of our training to push them away.

Earlier that morning, a unit went out on a scouting mission that was meant to be finished in around three hours. It’d been twelve and we’d heard nothing from them since. This only intensified the word that’s been going around, the rumor that an enemy spy had found our encampment. Consensus was that they may have had their own outpost just on our outskirts, waiting for anyone to get careless and now, they most likely had hostages… or corpses. There were five of us in total. Nominally we were on a rescue mission. But a dread in my soul told me we were heading towards a funeral.

As we were driving down the same way our scout team was last seen heading off, a loud shot rang out from the distance. In that next instant, the jeep swerved on it’s own, and we swiftly screeched to a halt. We rushed out to see both front tires were in the process of deflating, large bullet holes punctured through them.

“What the hell?” our acting leader* remarked as we all ducked down and hid at varying spots around the jeep, not wanting to be the recipient of the next bullet. “That was… just one shot, right? You all heard it. How did they get two tires?!”

Nobody had an answer, the lot of us were too busy scanning the surrounding thicket. It wasn’t too surprising which one of us found the source. He* spoke out, “There! In that tree!”

We followed where his finger had extended. I just barely made her out; beneath a thick crop of leaves she sat there, her sniper rifle still smoking. She slinked away just before the branch right in front of her face was shot in two, apparently sensing what was coming.

“Dammit…” our youngest op cursed as he* lowered his gun.

“Dammit is right, Henderson.” Our leader spoke up. “Wait for my command next time!”

“No time to argue.” our specialist* spoke up, trudging onward. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”

*First Lieutenant Bruce Sampson. Highest ranking, and easily the strongest of our unit. An adonis of a man and a hand-to-hand specialist.

*Staff Sergeant Adrian Ford. Some would say the brains of our operation, he’s noted for his cunning and his eagle eyes.

*Specialist Jacob Ayers. This has been a particularly long tour for him, he’s on his 21st month away from his wife.

*Private Don Henderson. He’s a newcomer to the force, but he’s quickly established a reputation for his marksmanship.

We marched into the forest where she fled, slicing through bushes and vines when necessary.

Henderson spoke up, “So how many do you think we’re dealing with?”

As he scanned the area, Ford replied, “Knowing her? ...They may well have sent her alone.”

“What do you mean, ‘knowing her’?” the rookie asked. “Should I know her...? Who is she?”

“Quiet.”

“Hey, there’s no reason to snap at me...”

“Her name is Quiet.” Ford clarified. “That said, do shut up, I have to listen for her.”

And so, we continued our trek in silence. But that didn’t last long. From behind us, came a rustle in the bushes. Henderson, the closest to it, zipped around and swiftly fired off a few rounds of his rifle into it. After a tense pause, Sampson gestured for him to check it closer. Cautiously, he stepped forward, his gun trained on the bush as he focused intently.

Out of nowhere, she swooped down, swinging on a thick branch above his head. In one fluid, ridiculous motion she spun on the branch, wrapped her legs around his head and completed the rotation, pulling his whole body up into the tree with her. Quiet let him dangle from the tree, his legs kicking madly as he futilely pulled at her hips, his face buried deep in her crotch.

We all of course aimed our weapons towards her, but she rolled onto her back, and effectively used our ally as a human shield. He struggled madly, his screams smothered by her womanhood.

“Dammit! You, get up there!” Sampson howled, pointing at me. At that point I was closest to the tree. My training had to kick in. I took up my knife and held it in my teeth as I climbed up at the quickest clip I could manage. After a few seconds, I found myself on the same branch as them.

It was then I got my first up-close look at Quiet as she glared at me. I was, more than a little stunned. She was seemingly wearing as little as she could get away with. Aside from the standard weapon holsters and war pouches, she wore a black bra and matching panties, ripped see-thru panty hose going up her otherwise bare legs, leather gloves and boots. Her beautiful face and feminine form was, to say the very least, a stark contrast to the grittiness I’ve been living around all this time.

I took my knife from my mouth, but before I could do anything else she came off the branch swinging on a vine, still taking poor Henderson with her, stuffed tightly up against the apex of her legs. It was quite the sight, watching as she ended up soaring a lengthy distance with what I could only imagine was one bewildered soldier trapped between her shapely thighs.

They landed atop a different branch, quite a distance away. I’m not good with these calculations but I’d wager they swung atleast 30 yards or so. From that range, in that thicket, there was no way I was going to be able to fire on her, I’d be too concerned about hitting Henderson. In other words, all I could really do was watch as she continued smothering him in her crotch.

My allies tried rushing over, but the thick brush impeded their progress, so much so that they ended up being too late. Quiet seemed to be looking dead at me as she again hung down from the branch, letting the poor rookie dangle his flailing legs as she choked him with her pussy. A sick smile seemed to form on her face… she was enjoying this. Before long, his kicking stopped and he hung limp.

Callously, she just opened her legs and let him fall to the ground as our comrades neared. Ford had his rifle at the ready and aimed up directly at her head, but at the last second she flipped backwards avoiding it. Silently she disappeared into the woods.

“Fuck! I can’t believe we just let her do that!” Ford snapped. “I’ll find her… I’ll get her back for this, I swear it!”

As I made my way down the tree and over to where they stood, I saw Ayers knelt down next to Henderson, checking on his condition.

“He’s out… not gonna be of any help from here on out.” he announced.

As Sampson took up his radio and made a call to our medics, Ayers joked, “Guess we lost our private to her privates… heh. Lucky bastard...”

“What the hell do you mean by that?!” I asked. “We just lost an ally in case you didn’t notice!”

“Yeeaah, but what a way to go...” he remarked in an odd, longing tone of voice. His expression was creeping me out a little. “You saw her up close, right…? I’ve only seen her picture in her dossier… damn is she something. Ohh I wish it was me between those legs...”

I was trying my best not to look at the raging erection that was actually pulsing in his trousers. Ford came over and slapped him in the face. “Jesus man, get a hold of yourself! She’s the enemy! You’re on a MISSION!”

Ayers shook his head as if trying to will away his lust. “R-Right. Right, sorry. I just, haven’t seen a woman in so damn long, I… why don’t we have any girls in our troop?! Auuggh! It’s- I’m fine… I’m fine, I’ll be fine...”

Sampson, having finished the call, starting trudging onwards. “If y’all are done playing grabass, we need to get a move on. We can’t let her get too far.”

“Ugghh, don’t make me think about grabbing ass...” Ayers sulked. As the four of us continued on, single-file, I heard him constantly mutter to himself, “I’m a married man, I’m a married man, I’m a married man…”

I rolled my eyes at his over-the-top display, though to some extent I understood. There weren’t exactly any chances to, relieve that tension in our close quarters encampments and he’d been on duty for some time. And, while I hated to admit it, Quiet was certainly easy on the eyes…

This next part, I didn’t even learn about until much later. We were marching along, Ford taking up the rear. At some point, Quiet apparently emerged from behind him and walked along just a few feet back from him. Her hand came down on his mouth at the exact moment her knee swung up between his legs, brutally smashing against his groin.

His scream was muffled quite effectively in her leather glove; I can attest as I didn’t hear a thing. She proceeded to wrap her arm around his throat and wrestled him to the ground. Her legs coiled around his waist as she tightly choked him out, grinding his head against her breasts all the while.

I can only imagine how helpless he felt, getting to watch as we walked on without him, being none the wiser to his plight. Her legs crushed his ribs, her ams squeezing tightly around his neck until his vision faded to black…

Moments later, Sampson called out, “Ford, how far from the river are we?”

After a few seconds of no response, we uniformly stopped short and turned to see he was gone. A chill went down my spine as I uttered a realization, “...We’re, not the hunters here, are we?”

“This is ridiculous...  I don’t care who she is, this troop isn’t falling to a single soldier!” Sampson barked. “We need to watch each other’s backs, alright?! We will NOT let her pick us apart like this!”

Ayers and I nodded, though I couldn’t claim to have much confidence. A dread was beginning to sink in my heart, a seed of fear for this woman.

It would only grow from here.

A loud shot rang out. None of us were hit, but we were immediately at the ready with our rifles. But before any of us realized what was happening, our leader Sampson found himself taken down by a thick falling tree branch. From wherever she was, she shot it down from it’s perch with deadly timing and precision.

I was whizzing around, my eyes darting back and forth, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of her. Ayers fired off a few random shots at the rustling that seemed to be coming from all sides of us.

“Wh-where… where is she?!” I asked, trying and failing to contain my panic.

Another shot rang out, and this one hit Ayers’ hand, blasting the gun from it. As he went down with a scream holding his injury, Quiet emerged from a bush to my left, her smoking rifle holstered. She was so fast, by the time I had turned my gun towards her, she was in front of me, smacking it away.

Two swift uppercuts pounded my stomach, doubling me over. She then simply performed a cartwheel, smashing her hip into my face taking me down.

We were all on the ground… and yet, rather than finish us, she turned and ran, a smirk again adorning her pretty face. She was toying with us!

Ayers, trying desperately to shake feeling into his wounded right hand, picked up his gun with his left and ran after her. I tried to stand up quick but swiftly found myself in too much of a daze to stay upright.

I could tell, even through the pantyhose that her hips were very, very soft and yet even that mocking shot was delivered with such force, I was knocked for a loop. I stumbled over to Sampson, who was struggling to get the branch off of him, wanting to help. But he waved me off.

“I’ll be fine! I can get out of this by myself, go help Ayers!”

Weakly I nodded and struggled my way over to their general direction. It took me a few minutes in that state, but eventually I came to find we’d reached that river our First Lieutenant referred to earlier. Ayers was kneedeep in it, scanning the water for her.

I leaned against a tree, just keeping watch. I wanted to join in but I just wasn’t all there yet.

He followed a splash and whipped his head around. His face swiftly turned from intensity to shock. He saw her there, her back turned to him as she stood under a waterfall. She had stripped herself of her pantyhose, gloves and boots. She looked like… she was showering?

Ayers seemed trepidatious as he approached her, his gun aimed at her back. Why was he hesitating? I wanted to yell ‘Fire!’, but it would’ve given him away.

Seemingly not noticing a thing, Quiet continued stripping, taking off her bra. Ayers stopped right in his tracks, his eyes wide. His hands were shaking as she just stood there, her arms outstretched, savoring the water as it soaked into her supple flesh.

Slowly she turned around, looking him right in the eye with a soft smile as the water poured lovingly down her frame. It was presumably a bit cold as her nipples were quite stiff.

He lowered his gun as his lips began to quiver. “Ohhh Jesus… I can’t… I can’t possibly harm something so perfect…” he moaned. “It’s been… sooo looong...”

He sounded like he was in a trance. He was so utterly smitten with Quiet, he dropped his gun outright, letting it run along the stream. I was aghast at this sight. I couldn’t believe his lack of discipline! And yet, I was a bit jealous of the view he was getting…

Quiet seemed to just find his plight amusing. Nonetheless she opened her arms inviting him to hug her. His smile was a mile wide as he stepped in with arms wide open.

“Ahhhh yes please… please, take me...” he pleaded, entirely submitting himself to her without a second thought.

She wrapped her arms around him, putting her hand to the back of his head and gently pushing his face into her glistening breasts. Then in an instant, she took him down with her as she plunged backwards into the water. They were gone, disappearing among the rapids.

I stumbled along and scanned the water but there was no sign of either of them. Lord only knew what she was doing to him right now… and whether or not I should’ve been envious. Sampson came up behind me as I was searching. We exchanged glances. From the grim look on his face I could tell, I didn’t even need to explain what had happened.

“...Come on, soldier.” he muttered as he crossed the river. “This is personal now. I’m killing her with my own two hands.”

I doubted that greatly but I didn’t dare admit that. Though, if any man could, I’d think he could. Sampson was a hulking man and easily the strongest I’d ever known. Still… it was obvious we weren’t dealing with your average soldier.

As we passed out of the river, I asked him, “Shouldn’t we stick around there and keep searching for her, sir?”

He shook his head. “You were right back there… we’re the ones being hunted here.” he declared, glancing at me. His eyes burned with hatred. “No matter where we go, she’ll show up.”

Somehow I found that fact less than reassuring…

He led us past the trees into a large clearing. Finally out of the thicket, once we made our way to some distance from the forest, Sampson simply sat down and gestured for me to do the same. The challenge was clear: he wanted her here, out in the open. He wasn’t willing to give her any hiding places.

After a few moments of testing her patience, we unfortunately got what we wanted…

His eye twitched, and at a lightning speed he got to his feet and readied his rifle. A shot rang out… but it wasn’t his. A bullet sore into the barrel of his gun, making it entirely useless. From it’s source, there she stood, just in front of the trees. She was in nothing but a bra and panties, her skin still glistening from the water. I scrambled up and pulled out my gun - another shot split it in two.

She kept her gun trained on us, and we had no choice other than to raise our hands in surrender as she slowly walked towards us. Quiet was staring a hole into my soul. It crossed my mind that she could somehow taste my fear.

I thought for sure the fight was over and we’d lost. But when she got within a few feet of us, she did the unthinkable. She took her gun and chucked it as far as she could. Which, was quite a surprising distance, as it ended up sailing a few dozen yards away. She smirked and took a fighting stance, her eyes darting between the two of us.

Sampson scoffed, “Now there’s some disrespect if ever I’ve seen it… sneak attacks and deception is one thing, but you think you can take us both? Hand-to-hand, at the same time?”

She made a gesture with her hands as if to say, ‘bring it on’. My commanding officer just laughed at this. I was wishing I shared in that amusement.

“Look I didn’t want to play this card but… you’re a woman. A rather small woman at that.” he pointed out. It was true that she didn’t make for the most imposing of figures, I was actually bigger than her. Nonetheless I’d never been more frightened by an enemy soldier. Sampson continued, “And me? Well… I’m a man. A rather large man in fact...”

As he said that, he stripped off his jacket and undershirt, showing off his chiseled physique. He always preferred fighting shirtless, mostly for intimidation I’d imagine. Without a doubt he was a specimen, a bulky powerhouse of a man, an example of masculine might if ever there was one. To say the least, he and the petite, lithe, feminine beauty made for quite the contrast as they stood across from each other.

He concluded, “So you see, in case it wasn’t obvious, I’m stronger than you. I’d destroy you 1-on-1… with my friend here? You don’t have a prayer. You really should’ve just shot us. Because for what you’ve done to our troop, we’re about to rip you limb from limb. Got that?”

Her response was nothing more than a pair of middle fingers, one for each of us.

That got a growl out of Sampson. He didn’t seem so amused anymore. He took up a boxer’s stance and nodded for me to do the same. I put my dukes up, but that only served to let me see how much my hands were shaking…

With a howl, the First Lieutenant rushed forward and unleashed a devastating haymaker. Quiet seemed to duck under this with ease however… and swiftly began running right at me! My knees shaking, I tried flailing my arms forward hoping to grab onto her, but I missed by a mile as she had leapt underneath them. Before I realized what was happening, she had nailed me in the gut with a dropkick, both of her bare feet burying into my stomach.

With wild athleticism she landed on her feet off the attack as I fell to my knees, the wind knocked out of me. Sampson grabbed her around the waist from behind, but she slipped from his grasp as she went down to the ground. A sweeping kick took his legs out from under him and sent him facefirst into the dirt.

With a showy cartwheel, she stomped both feet down onto his back, earning a deep grunt of pain. She started swiveling her hips, grinding the bottoms of her feet deeper into his flesh. After struggling to my feet, I started to rush in… but then she looked up at me. I stopped dead in my tracks, paralyzed with terror. She smiled again. Quiet had absolute power over me. She knew it, and she loved it.

She spread her legs out, one foot buried in the small of his back, the other at his head, shoving his face deeper into the ground. I felt like a disgrace to my country and a traitor to my unit, standing there too frightened to help my CO.

I willed up my courage and took a swing. She ducked it and proceed to leap up several feet, doing the splits in mid-air as she kicked me square in the chest sending me flying backwards. She landed gracefully, and quite painfully for Sampson, her feet ending up right back in their previous spots.

It blew my mind how someone so small could kick so damn hard. As I laid there writhing, it occured to me that I could never hit something that hard… was this little lady really just, stronger than me?

Quiet seemed to be having fun with her muscular plaything, bouncing on the balls of her feet, riding him like a surfboard. However, in an impressive show of strength, he began to push himself off the ground like he were doing a push-up with her standing on top of him. Judging from her expression I’d say she was a little impressed.

Slowly he began to stand upright and it looked like she was going to be forced to the ground… but instead she just stepped forward and as he got to his feet, she was actually balancing on his shoulders.

He looked up through her legs, bewildered. “Wh-what the hell...?”

She looked down at him with a smirk and gave a little wave before hopping up and landing assfirst onto his face, taking him right back to the ground. I was stunned to see my commanding officer struggling beneath her bottom, kicking his legs vainly as she wiggled her ass into his face, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Quiet had his hands pinned down, it seemed even this behemoth couldn’t push her off. I struggled to my feet and ran forward as fast as I could, trying to do something, anything to help. I swung my leg forward into a field goal style kick, but she caught it and shoved it backwards. This took me way off-balance, and I ended up falling onto her. She caught me and as she rolled back, she forced my face into her breasts. Her grip was like a vice, inescapable. Now she was smothering me with her tits and sitting on Sampson’s face at the same time!

I tried my best to struggle, but something in my head told me to stop. As the soft pillowy mounds of flesh brushed my cheeks, something deep inside me wanted desperately to give in and allow her feminine strength to overtake me…

Wh-what was I thinking?! This was my life on the line!

Obviously I couldn’t see anything from betwixt her tits, so again, some of these next parts, I had to learn later. But apparently her position atop Sampson’s face was a little less secure now, enough that he was able to crawl out from under her ass.

“How… fucking… dare you!” he growled, indignant. He aimed a stomp at her face, but she rolled out of the way, taking me with her. I stayed firmly entrapped in her womanly chest as she time and again avoided his attack.

Eventually she ended up on top of me and launched up a mule kick, both of her bare feet smashing into his groin, doubling him over with an agonized scream. She proceeded to wrap her legs around his head, once again forcing her shapely, supple ass tightly against his face, much more securely this time.

Meanwhile this dug her loving bosoms even deeper into my face. I was beginning to black out from the lack of air. Just as I was at the end of my rope, she raised up off of me. I looked up to see a stunning sight, as her entire limber, beautiful body slowly went past my vision.

It took me a bit to realize she was now pushing herself off the ground and crawling wheelbarrow style as her backside was locked against the head of my CO, who had no choice but to crawl on all fours like a dog behind her. They kept going until they were past me. I rolled onto my side in a daze and watched on in awe at her dominance. He was the strongest man I’d ever known in body and spirit and here she was mercilessly toying with him.

After getting her fill of this, making sure to get one last good wiggle of her ass in, she performed a front flip, sending him onto his back. She landed on her feet, nimble as could be and just waited for him to stand up again.

“D-Damn… you…!” he murmured. “I am going… to DESTROY YOU!!”

He swung his mighty fist. Like it was nothing, she spun to avoid it and ended up very close to him, her back pressing against his chest. She gave him an innocent kiss on the cheek, before launching a ridiculous high kick. Her flexibility was astounding as her foot went just past her shoulder, and ended up blasting him right between the eyes. Before he even hit the ground he was out cold.

Then… her gaze turned back to me. I started crawling desperately backwards. “No… no, please no! I-I surrender, please, don’t!”

She walked with a swagger, her hips swaying back and forth as she closed the gap between us. As she stood above me, her hands on her hips slowly she laid her foot down on my groin. I expected her to crush it, but instead she gently brushed her bare foot against my bulge, teasing my erection…

My erection?! I hadn’t even realized it was there, but somewhere between the tit smothering and her humiliation of Sampson I had gotten wickedly excited. She had obviously noticed and seemed to enjoy it, rubbing her toes up and down it’s length. I tried and failed to contain my shudder as a jolt of pleasure coursed through me. I didn’t want her to have the satisfaction but it seemed I had little choice but to satisfy her.

With a smirk she stepped up, her feet on either side of my hips. She turned around and bent over, slowly sliding off her panties to show off her fantastic bare ass. My eyes went wide and my cock stiffened even further as she gave a gentle wiggle to the single most immaculate, supple, heavenly ass I’d ever seen in my life. As it delicately rippled I heard a voice from deep down in my very soul cry out and demand that I plunge myself into it…

Fortunately, it plunged down instead, coming down onto my face. I welcomed the soft flesh as my whole head seemed to be engulfed in her ass. She grinded down hard, shaking her hips endlessly as she buried me deeper and deeper within it. Still a little short of breath from before, I didn’t last very long but I savored every moment of the sensation as I faded to black under Quiet’s backside…

I awoke some time later in a murky daze. I could barely even remember my name for a moment. As I tried to raise my hand to head I realized I couldn’t move it at all. I looked down to see I was tied up, bound to a log that had been staked into the ground. I was also entirely naked.

I heard a groaning. It took a moment to realize it wasn’t mine. I turned to see there were two others in the same boat as me. One of them was Bobby Eason, one of the scouts we’d set out to save. He looked battered, bruised and utterly terrified. The other… was Ayers. He seemed like he was in own little world, his eyes glazed with lust, his pelvis thrusting forward perpetually. He was entirely erect.

Then she emerged from the brush… Quiet was naked from head to toe, carrying a canteen. She of course said nothing, merely pacing back and forth, eyeing each of us.

“...What does she want with us…?” I meekly asked to my compatriots.

“She wants to know… wh-where our base is...” Eason eeked out. “If she finds out… she’ll kill them… every last one of them… just like she did with my troop...”

Our enemy clearly knew the location of our outpost with her preying on all that set out from there, but evidently our main base of operations had remained hidden.

I summoned up all my pride and barked out, “That secret will die with us… we would never sell out our allies to save our own skins!”

“...I-I might.” Eason admitted. His voice sounded meek, like he’d been thoroughly tortured already. I shot him an indignant look. He looked away in shame, uttering, “I-I don’t want to… but you don’t know… you don’t know what she’s done to me… I can’t take any more of this!“

“I’m not saying anything… until I get off!” Ayers yelled. The lust dripped from his voice as he continued, “It’s been… sooooo long… and this beautiful… sensuous BITCH… has kept me hard for the last three! Straight! Hours! Uugghhhh I need… I neeeeed to get inside her… I need it more than breathing. I need it more than life itself…”

As I glanced over I realized his balls actually looked blue.

Quiet smirked as she walked over to him. She uncapped the canteen and slowly poured the water from it onto herself, letting it cascade lovingly down her perfect form. Dripping past and between her breasts, down her stomach and across her hips…

He moaned deeply at the sight, equal parts longing and pain in his voice. “P-Pleeaaassee…” he groaned as she just stood there and smirked. His thrusting towards her intensified, he was entirely a slave to his desires. And therefore a slave to her.

Perhaps feeling merciful, she went down to her knees. She opened her mouth right in front of the tip of his pulsing dick. He shot out as far as he could, just baaaaarely unable to touch her lips. She opened her mouth a little wider and actually crawled forward, taking his girth into her mouth. But from his desperate pleads, it was clear he still wasn’t getting what he wanted. Turned out her tongue was making no contact, in fact he didn’t feel a thing much to his frustration; her mouth was just ever so slightly opened too wide.

“D-Damn yoouuu!!” he cried out as she pulled back and stood up, a devious smile on her pretty face.

Without warning she leapt up onto him, her arms wrapped around the log, her feet pressed against his hips. She crawled up and smothered his face in her breasts. His muffled moans only increased in volume as she shook her chest, and with a flex seemed to actually squeeze his head between her bosoms.

As she was doing this, she worked her feet to teasingly brush against his penis… before finally squeezing his throbbing member between them. His ecstasy seemed to reverberate through her entire body as she shivered from the vibration. Quiet worked her feet up and down, up and down, until the pace was blinding, an utterly wild footjob and titsmother.

Once again my own penis ached with arousal as I found myself quite jealous. She seemed to have… quite the talent.

After several moments of this, his screams increasingly becoming wild, he finally came… and at that very moment, with a violent jerk of her chest, she snapped his neck with her tits. Even as I type it I can’t believe it, but it’s the truth… she had killed him with her breasts.

She climbed down off of him and took one look at Eason, who was now whimpering helplessly. “I-It’s 28 miles to the east of our outpost! That’s where you’ll find our base! That’s the truth, I swear! Just please, let me go!!”

My jaw nearly hit the floor. He’d sold us all out!

Quiet of course was smirking proudly. She reached down at Eason’s feet, where a satchel - presumably his - was laying. She pulled from it a combat knife. As she raised back up, she idly positioned it at Eason’s crotch for a moment, just to see his squealing reaction. She proceeded to cut the rope that held him in one precise slash up the middle.

He came down from the log and scurried away, running off in tears into the thicket.

Now… I was alone. With her.

She turned to me with a devious grin. I knew from the look in her eye, she wasn’t going to let me go. My chance at escape was gone. I was a prisoner of war now. Her prisoner. And for the rest of my days, she could do anything she wanted with me.

As I write this recollection, I am in Day 52 under her capture. I stopped attempting to escape weeks ago. I’ve come to enjoy being her slave. My pride has been stripped from me, and I’m glad. It did me no good. Looking back on my days where I tried to resist is just embarrassing to me now. I was a fool for ever trying to be anything else but the toy Quiet plays with whenever she’s bored.

She attacks me when she’s angry… I deserve it. She uses me whenever she feels horny… I cherish it. And on the rare days she’s feeling generous enough to return the favor, she gives me the greatest orgasms of my life. And that makes me the luckiest P.O.W in the whole wide world.

I’m so happy now to have been discovered by her. The beautiful destroyer. The sensuous sniper. The silent assassin among the trees.

The Terror of The Trenches…

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