The spoils of war

A short string on her face was abruptly left dangling down her brow as Maddy saddly bid him fairwell. Now standing miserably in place, her panties around her ankles as his warm white viscous life meandered down the shapely curves of her inner thighs. Just as she was about to stir the siren sounded the curfew and without a second thought Maddy ran to bolt the front door. In transit her panties had knotted her legs and poor Maddy fumbled to the ground taking a hard knock to the head.

The morning sounds would have awoken Maddy had she been safely sleeping in her own bed or his bed, but as Maddy opened her eyes a bout of dread washed over her and her childhood fears returned. A soldier. A stranger, was busy fumbling with his trousers and Maddy laid naked, splayed across the kitchen table like a Cornish hen before being stuffed for tea.

She closed her eyes tightly and pretended to be asleep for a bit, until she could make sense of what was happening.

Then in a thick American accent the soldier who had moved to her side and had started gently stroking her head said; "Well, well...finally awake,"

When Maddy opened her eyes she found that her captor's eyes seemed gentle and caring, not what she expected at all, but the feeling of calm was short- lived when he apologetically confessed to having his way with her while she was out.

As he listened to her protests he mounted her and soon her screams soon turned into sigh's and moans. "You are a spoil of war, just enjoy it," he said matter of factly as he sucked on Maddy's nape.