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.
***
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.
