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her or any of the other females. If he made the wrong move now he knew his life would be over. He was merely a spectator, in some way as helpless as the women who were paraded in all their naked shame for the pleasure of these men.
    It made him angry to be so helpless, so totally unable to help the women who were being forced to bend forward while fat Russians pushed their cocks into whatever hole they found first. Women, once married and proud, now forced to suck on other men, their heads bobbing up and down in compliance with their new masters. There were a number of teenagers. They were held down on their backs, legs apart, the playthings of an invader who cared for nothing but his own satisfaction.
    David pulled again on the root of his joint, hoping the pungent vapours would soothe his body and ease his mind. It did just that, cooling and calming him until the sights that a moment earlier had assaulted his senses now appeared of little consequence. Resignation replaced anger, and where there had been disgust, interest took its place. Even the sight of Nikolai fucking his young slave didn’t disturb him. In fact it was quite exciting, thrilling even, to see how she strained to please him. She obviously knew that failure to satisfy would make her life very unpleasant; she held herself open on command, kept herself constantly ready for penetration, and made her young firm body available whenever and wherever he required it. David could see the trade off; she got sympathetic treatment in the interrogation rooms, and he got free and uncomplaining access to her body. He watched as Nikolai finished his fuck and withdrew his wet, semi-erect cock from between her thighs. Without having to be told the young girl turned around and dropped to her knees. She gathered his prick into her mouth and cleaned away his semen and her juices that glistened along its length. She continued her job with enthusiasm until he tired of her tongue.
    Before Nikolai could return the girl to the others he was joined by a tall blonde woman, a Russian officer whose penchant was for Afghan girls who had demonstrated their usefulness with a willing tongue. David watched with increasing interest as she took Nikolai’s teenager over to a row of high stools upon which were seated a number of her comrades. The female officer sat on one of the stools, tugged her skirt up her very shapely thighs, and forced the girl to kneel at her feet. There was no need to tell her what to do. The girl began her task as the uniformed woman smoked and talked nonchalantly to her comrades. Everyone ignored the girl’s efforts, except of course the officer receiving the attentive tongue. This went on until the joint had been finished, and then the officer pulled the girl to her feet and took her across to the wall where a row of naked Afghan women were standing with their backs to the party. The teenager’s chain was clipped onto a bar that ran along the wall, and she was left with the others, like a row of horses shackled outside a Western saloon.
    As a lovely numbing warmth crept over David he cast his eye along the women. They remained passive and silent, shoulder to shoulder. Some were tall, some were short. His eyes followed the line of beautiful bottoms on display; large ones, tiny ones, some red from the cane or marked with the print of a hand.
    Second from the end was the Nutmeg, tall and defiant despite so much. Petr must have tired of her charms. David wondered what would happen to her now.
    The row was gradually getting longer as the soldiers and camp officers lost interest once they had satisfied themselves; most of them now turned their attention to the drugs and alcohol. One officer though appeared to be still hungry for sex. He walked the length of the row and with thumb and forefinger eased open the buttocks of each one, searching, it appeared, for an unstretched sphincter. David watched him pause at the Nutmeg. For some strange reason he found