A Prisoner of War has the right to be addressed by her rank. Instead, he savored Cathy’s screams of pain and outrage along with the softer moans of pain that escaped her lips each time his cock rammed into the depths of her womb. Without another word he walked away, jerking Cathy after him by the noose around her neck. To her surprise, he addressed her in perfect English,
” What is your name, girl?”
Despite her surprise at his use of English, Cathy responded as she had been trained- with name , rank, and serial number. I control whether you live or die, and everything you do – or that is done to you. As Cathy screamed and cursed at them, more hands grabbed her, holding her arms, punching her in the stomach and breasts, and finally twisting her over onto her stomach, then pulling her hands behind her and tying them tightly with a length of rope. He felt as if he were drunk, drunk on the pain/pleasure he was taking from Cathy.