Tea Time Theatrics – Erotic Scenes from Juniper’s Daughter: The Final War Nick Armbrister

Tea Time Theatrics – Erotic Scenes from Juniper’s Daughter: The Final War

Nick Armbrister

   “My dear Lee, it was only a bit of fun, nothing more. Don’t worry about it,” she said soothing him.

   “I did enjoy it but I feel so odd about it now, I just don’t want it to cause problems,” he said.

   “No it won’t cause any problems Lee, believe me, not with anyone including you. It was okay to have some fun, really.”

   “I just wondered… I’m fine if you say that then, I do believe you Sarah.”

   “One last party before the war! You know what it’s like in our game, we always live on borrowed time and must live for the moment. Look at our times in the civil war against the Welsh, we partied like fuck then but fucked other people, not each other. This time is different, even special…” Sarah commented, ending their conversation.

   Lee wondered what she meant on the last battle thing, whom would this be with? The English army? He guessed so; recent events will cause some sort of reaction. An army attack would be just that reaction, for which they had to be ready and this was what they had tried to prepare for with provisions like food, water, first aid, weapons, ammo etc. Thinking about it, Lee was okay with the sex. A little embarrassed, if he thought deeply about it but relieved that no feelings from him would upset the small group. Lee left to have a piss.

   Sarah finished her cigar and stubbed it out in the dirty sink. She went to look for something to eat and a beer.

   John awoke from his slumber jerkily and surreally, standing up with difficulty. Slowly he stumbled round the garden looking for his clothes. Out of the corner of her eye Sarah saw him and tried not to look. He found them, dressed in the damp smelly clothes and came to join Sarah.

   “Hi Sarah how are you?”

   “I’m okay big guy. Hell, you smell, you need a shower!”

   “Is that an offer my dear?”

   “Erm… no not just now, one day maybe?” Sarah teased dangling John a length of string. He left to take a piss.

   Red and Gun Barrel joined the lady of the night, acting shifty, unsure of how to act. Its not every night you get to make love to your best female friend, is it? Sarah had a little talk with the boys to smooth their delicate schoolboy feelings over and then she called Lee and John in to join the small crowd.

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Erotic Times 2

   The door opened and a light came on, jerking Sarah awake. She twitched and screamed in shock, unsure of anything, the light on the back of the door darted around her watery unfocused eyes. Why was it there and not on the ceiling? How odd.

   Captain Alun Cook stood in the doorway with two armed soldiers. He ordered them to leave, came in and shut the door; he carried something – a bucket.

   Water? I need a drink Sarah thought, is it for me? A small army satchel balanced out the bucket, what was it for?

   He walked over to where Sarah was on the floor, alone and defenceless. Placing the items down, he knelt beside her and looked at her with his deep evil crystal like eyes.

   She recognised him for whom and what he was right then and backed away to the corner.

   He remained still for ten long minutes looking at her, this lovely young lady before him. He smiled and laughed the laugh of a mad man. He grabbed Sarah’s arm and she tried to slap him, he blocked this dragging her towards him, closer and closer until a finger thickness parted their faces.

   She shut her eyes. He kissed her, she bit him hard and tasted blood. He slapped her, bit her back. She cried but this encouraged him more, animal noises came from his chest, as he took off his uniform then placed it neatly on the floor. He wasn’t naked; he wore a pink short summer dress and red tights and suspenders. Sarah screamed. This couldn’t be happening! No fuckin’ way!

   A bulge appeared in Captain Cocksucker’s crotch making the pretty summer dress look wrong. He approached Sarah, picked her up, slapped her when she wouldn’t stand, forcibly stripped her ripping and tearing her clothes off. Her dirty sweaty body drove him crazy. He ripped off her underwear and smelt it, jumped up and down buzzing like fuck.

   Reaching for the bucket he got a wet sponge and wiped Sarah’s pussy, before putting two fingers up. Pushing her to the floor he finger fucked her to get her moist, her body hungrily wanted him as she went into shock, another finger up her tight cunt made her bleed before she came.

   A really hard big penis twitched in anticipation, he inserted this up her hungry pussy and raped her, making animal noises while thrusting all the way up her and shot his spunk into her most private place. His orgasm made him go insane, his nails clawed her face, tits, legs and arms, unleashing blood from many wicked wounds. Cocksucker had the nails of a woman and raping instinct of a psychopath.

   Withdrawing his penis, he wiped it on the sponge and opened his satchel, taking out an old Polaroid camera. Clicking it on, he took 36 photos of the delirious girl before him at all angles; sordid dirty perverted images for his men. They could share in the taste of victory and celebrate the culture of the English army. Sarah was the six hundred and fifty ninth bitch he had raped. He didn’t keep count of the men he raped it wasn’t good sportsmanship. As each pic whirred out of the camera he let it dry and placed it in a folder he got from the satchel. Opening the door he gave the folder of porn to one of the waiting soldiers so he could take it to his mates and have a laugh.

   Taking a thirty millimetre cannon shell from the satchel, he wiped it with the sponge and opened Sarah’s legs, stroking her smooth milky white thighs before putting the shell slowly up her cunt. Just an inch to relax her pussy, gently in and out, fucking her with the shell, further up until the six inch length was all the way up, to the brass shell case. He turned it round and played with her clitoris to make her cum, her body moaned and bucked like a row boat in a summer storm, she arched her back and came.

   He matched her movements with gentle thrusts of the shell, the best dildo she ever had. This made Cocksucker hard again. He wanked his cock with one hand as the other used the shell to fuck Sarah senseless. He spunked up on her left leg, wiping it in like massage oil and onto her open lips. She tried to bite him but he slapped her and mounted her and held her tight, rubbing his cock on her thighs, on the shell still up her cunt and onto her toned belly.

Over the next three weeks she nursed the exhausted lad back to health, using her skills recently taught by her Mother. She had never cared for another person before or been responsible for their sole well being. She managed okay, bringing the boy fresh water in newly broken coconut shells, along with fish she caught in the ocean with hand made nets. Juniper’s Daughter cooked the fish on a small fire, started by rubbing small bits of wood together, almost magic in the oldest survival skill of them all.

   He spoke a foreign language that she didn’t understand a form of Polynesian but she understood his emotions and formed a strong empathic link with him. She ventured into his mind when he was asleep to learn more about him, where he was from and what he liked to do. Only when he awoke, startled as if woken from a bad dream did Juniper’s Daughter stop this mind prowl. It was done without his permission but how could she ask questions, if he spoke a foreign language? She knew enough anyhow. She wasn’t entirely happy with this new knowledge; later this would cause problems with severe consequences.

   He looked at her regularly, his eyes ravishing her perfect body for she never wore clothes and never needed to. He looked away when she met his gaze, a little ashamed but not embarrassed. Slowly she moved over to him, not to startle him or be too dominant, she smiled and reached out to hold his hand. He allowed this and together they embraced to kiss. His lips met hers and her tongue probed his and he tried to pull away, not sure of this. Never kissing like this before, she soothed him and taught him. Soon he didn’t want it to end, he was a fast learner.

   Her naked body was next to his tanned self and she removed his animal skin to reveal his erect penis, all ten inches of it. Moving position, she kissed his body all over, down his sweat soaked chest enjoying his taste and smell, right down to his most secret area. Licking the tip of his penis, she swirled her tongue on it and low moans came from him, she took his cock into her mouth and sucked him dry, his cum exploding into her mouth. She swallowed it and continued to suck him, making him have a second orgasm as his body bucked and jerked like the innocent boy he was, until she mounted him to make love to him.

   He had made love five times before, she knew from his mind but only with simple girls, not with anyone like her, she was the best. She took his innocence as he took her virginity of her lovely serene body; she had lived one thousand times before so she was the font of all knowledge passed down through the generations.

   Juniper’s Daughter still had to get used to this body, she loved the tightness of her own vagina, she loved the way his huge cock broke her virginal hymen skin, the way it bled and how tight it felt.

   He loved her screams as her fanny got used to his huge member, how the blood lubricated it until his cum claimed her, she was his and he was hers. She would never let him leave.

   Later they slept, arm in arm intertwined like the loves they were. Moans came from his body, not of pleasure but of discomfort, something was wrong, this awoke her and she wanted to know what troubled her precious lover. This concerned her; she delicately intruded into his mind, like a waft of fresh air hardly noticeable in amongst the summer breeze. She was in for a shock.