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and had began to sag against the post before the beating stopped. The corporal dropped the belt and stepped in close to Piet. He lowered his head and ran his nose down the deep channel between the whipped pecs, inhaling the aroma of fresh male sweat. Resisting the temptation to nuzzle further down the hairy belly. he tongued his way instead across Piet's left left pec, savouring the sharp salty taste of the belt-warmed muscle. The corporal heard the scout gasp and felt his body stiffen as he sucked the big erect nipple into his mouth. Piet whimpered as the corporal licked and nipped and his hard cock jabbed the soldier in the groin. Suddenly the corporal bit down hard and Piet gave a yell of pain.
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She heard the faint cry and, lifting her head, sniffed the air. She could smell horses, cattle and humans. A growl rumbled deep in her throat and she felt a flush of rage. But fear lanced through her
like a spear of ice, even though it was many days since the farmer had shot her. Since she had been wounded she had not eaten. Even the smallest prey seemed to evade her easily. Hunger gnawed at her belly and the pain of her shattered shoulder gave her no peace. She seethed with rage but finally it was her fear of humans that outweighed her lust to kill and she turned her back and limped away.
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The corporal released Piet's well-chewed right nipple and the scout groaned as he straightened up and glanced around at his two companions. "Warm him up a bit, while I see what food there is in the pantry." The two soldiers eyed each other for a moment before the younger, Fowler, pulled his shirt out of his breeches and said, "With the greatest pleasure corporal." Watching the trooper shrug off his shirt, the corporal said, "I'd like a full stomach before I get down to the business of making this fucking Dutchman talk."
"That's right corporal," the big trooper Gray said, and added as the corporal turned to face him, "We
wouldn't want to rush things, would we?" His face was flushed and his eyes glittered with excitement.
Looking at his sodden groin, the corporal wondered if that was all pre-cum or if the big soldier had fired a load into his breeches. Fowler took up position in front of Piet and began to backhand and slap him hard. The corporal saw Piet's head rocked from side to side and the first beads of blood drip from his beard onto his chest before he turned and headed for the pantry.
The pantry was well stocked. The corporal gathered up ham, butter and a large loaf of bread and brought them to the kitchen table. He paused a moment to watch the beating before he went back to the pantry to get milk and beer. When he returned the big trooper Gray had taken Fowler's place and was pummelling Piet's body. The corporal put the things on the table and turned to watch, hands on hips. Gray was concentrating on Piet's muscular midriff and hairy lower belly. There was a limit to what the big hard muscles could take and the corporal judged that it had been reached when Gray drove his fist yet again into Piet's lower belly and the scout gave a loud grunt and sagged against the post. Gray struck again and again and Piet's grunts grew louder as he slipped down the post. Finally his wide spread legs gave way and he dropped to his knees.
Gray looked down at the scout. Although he had been beaten to his knees, his upper body, bound as it was to the post, was still upright. Piet lifted his battered bloody face and looked up at the trooper towering over him. He held the man's gaze for a long moment, then lowered his eyes to stare as the sodden bulging groin only an inch from his face. Gray thrust his hips forward and his jutting cock brushed his lips. The smell of the trooper's sweat and spunk assailed Piet's nostrils as he licked the big glans through the spunk-sodden khaki.
The corporal strode forward and put a big hand on Gray's shoulder, "All right lad, that will be enough for now. Let's eat." Gray paused, savouring the feel of Piet's lips on his cock, then he turned away abruptly and strode over to the table. He flung himself down on a chair facing Fowler and noted, with irritation, the look of disdain on the younger trooper's face. The corporal strolled over to join them and Gray watched Fowler's eyes fasten hungrily on his bulging groin. If the corporal sees him looking at him like that, Gray thought, Fowler will, more than likely, get a lot more than he bargained for. But, appearing not to have noticed, the corporal said, "After we have eaten, I want one of you to stand watch."
"But we are miles from anywhere corp, surely that won't be necessary," Fowler said, with his mouth full. "Ah but it will lad. I know the next hour or so will be very er...diverting, but I need someone on watch. You'll have to toss a coin." They continued to eat in silence and when Gray turned to look at the battered half-naked scout, their eyes locked and he felt a hot jolt of excitement in his guts.
Suddenly the door was flung open and a muscular bare-chested man appeared, with a levelled rifle. The corporal made a grab for his gun and the man fired. The bullet smacked into the soldier's chest with enough force to flip him back over the chair. He crashed to the floor and lay, spreadeagled on his back, unmoving. The other two troopers sat stock-still, their mouths gaping with shock as the man moved into the room. "Hands on your heads and stand up slowly," he said in heavily accented English. "Do as I say and you won't be harmed. That is what I came for," he continued, nodding in Piet's direction. "He killed my brother and I have vowed I'd stake him out on the veldt, castrate him, and leave him for the animals to finish off." Gray felt his blood chill and he glanced at Fowler. The young trooper's face was very pale and his eyes were still glazed with shock. "Anyway, what's it got to do with you fucking khakis, get over there and into the pantry, come on move." Walking towards the pantry door, Gray stole a glance at the corporal. He lay deathly still and his huge erection still tented the front of his breeches. Could he be dead and in that state, he thought? A moment later the pantry door was slammed to behind them and they heard the key turn in the lock.
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"Oh God, What has he done to the corporal? Is he dead?" Fowler stammered. "I'm afraid it looks like it," Gray replied and turned to examine the door. "But we won't know until we get out of here." A moment later they heard, through the small barred pantry window, the sound of two horses galloping away. "Now Fowler, let's get out of here," Gray shouted and drove his shoulder against the door. It
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