Chapter Fourteen
It was Mallory’s first orgy at the Casa, and it turned into an exhausting marathon; one that ran well into the night. Frequent respites had to be called to revive flagging spirits; food and wine was plentiful. And the champagne continued to flow. The general was indeed a magnanimous host, urging the prisoners to partake of the excellent feast the local women prepared. They could sit at his table like honored guests -- naked guests. Mallory was forced to sit down at the table with Major Guzman’s semen still decorating her face, sticky wads of drying c*m oozing down her cheeks and dripping off her chin. The General greatly enjoyed seeing his latest acquisition thus degraded, reminded of her status -- the General’s w***e.
The rest of the orgy was a blur, -- scraps of memory
