Prisoner of War - Part 3 (NSFW, Mature Content)

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Days turned to weeks.  Rachel's life with Master and Leah fell into a routine that Rachel wasn't happy with, but it was bearable.  Unless Master or Leah had need of her, Rachel was free to walk the grounds and be at leisure.  She knew this was better than the labor slaves - harsh treatment, beatings and hard labor filled their days.  Their nights were spent in an exhausted slumber with their stomachs never filled completely.

But she was restless, and hated her newfound fate.  It was better than death, but it still left her wanting.  She used the time that she had free to roam the grounds, looking for a way that she could escape.

Today was no different.  She had roamed the mansion, checking windows, checking possible escape routes.  She had walked miles, checking every possible place to hide, checking for ways to leave unnoticed.

Now she was tired, and her muscles ached.  She made her way to the communal baths for the slaves.  She was dressed only in a robe, and she walked in.  Seeing she was alone (except for the guards that were at the far ends of the pool), she dropped the robe and sank into the warm water, sitting near the edge of the large bathing pool.

It had taken her a few days to get used to the communal baths, but it was simply a new part of her life now, and something she accepted - at least temporarily.  

She was soaking, relaxing, when a figure entered the baths and entered the water only a few feet away from her.  Rachel's breath caught in her throat.

Malea, she thought.  She's alive!  She's here!

One of the few women to survive the slaughter of her squad, the last time Rachel had seen her was as they were being carried off after the rest of the squad had been left dead to rot on the goddess-forsaken planet that they had been fighting on.

Rachel's heart raced, but she fought to not show her excitement.  Malea had been one of the toughest fighters in her squad.  If they worked together, surely they could find a way to escape.

She edged closer, trying not to be too obvious and stirred the water to catch Malea's eye.  Malea turned, and - goddess be praised - didn't let her recognition show.  Malea spoke with a cool tone.  "Getting a little close aren't you?"  But Rachel could see the flicker of light in her eyes, the glimmer of hope that Rachel herself felt.

Rachel made herself sound nonchalant in response.  "Sorry, my mistake."  She backed away a bit, not sure how to proceed.  Then she formed a plan, and hoped Malea would play along.  It would be the one way they could talk without the guards caring.

Rachel edged closer again, then reached out and ran her fingertips along Malea's back.  She smiled, sounding shy, "I was hoping we could have some...alone time, maybe?" 

Malea instantly knew what Rachel had in mind and hid a smile.  "Mmmmm....that does sound nice."  She reached out, lightly caressing Rachel's arm.  "Shall we move this to a changing room?"  

The changing rooms were nothing more than curtained off corners of the bathing room, but they had at least some degree of privacy.  The guards would probably want something in return for letting them be in there, but that can't be helped.  Rachel stood and led Malea by the hand to one of the guards, both of the women completely nude and not caring (their modesty having been stripped from them over the course of the past weeks).  

Rachel smiled sweetly, asking the guard, "My new friend and I would like to use the changing room in order to get to know each other.  May we?"

The guard leered at the two women, looking them up and down.  "On one condition - the rules say you have to be watched.  So," he smirked, "I get to watch."  

Rachel was disgusted, but knew it could be worse.  While the guards weren't allowed to rape the slaves of others, they could - and often did - fondle the slaves and also make the girls go down on them.  Having him watch and not help was a plus.  Rachel nodded.  "That's fine."  

She led Malea - who was acting meek, shy and compliant - to the changing area, sitting on a plush lounging sofa.  She sat with her as the guard came into the "room" and pulled the curtain closed.  He stood to the side, licking his lips in anticipation.

Rachel began tracing her fingertips along Malea's arm, lightly running her nails along her skin.  Malea's skin began to show goosebumps and her nipples became erect, responding to the touch.  Malea ran her hands along Rachel's arms and chest, along her collarbone, knowing what must be done in the hopes that they can whisper a plan to each other in a moment of passion, without the guard hearing.

Malea moved closer, leaning towards Rachel, her lips brushing Rachel's lightly in an exploratory kiss.  Rachel's lips parted, wanting Malea to deepen the kiss, which she did.  They kissed with greater passion, their tongues exploring each others' mouths as their hands roamed along each others' bodies.

Malea eased Rachel back on the sofa and began trailing kisses along her neck, moving closer to Rachel's breast.  Her tongue lightly flicked across Rachel's dark pink nipple, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Rachel.  Malea then sucked and nursed at the sensitive spot, her hands moving lower towards Rachel's sex. 

As expected, the guard quickly became excited watching the two women, his cock stiffening as he watched Rachel's nipples being tasted and sucked.  He let out a quiet groan as he saw Malea slowly making her hand move between Rachel's legs.  After making sure that the other guard was still on the other side of the room, he loosened his pants, sliding his hand into the front so that he could slowly stroke his cock as he watched.  He may have to have one of them finish him off in a while.  The thought of one - or both - of them on their knees sucking him off after getting each other off made his cock even harder.

Malea continued to suck Rachel's tit, her hand going between Rachel's legs, finding her clit.  She fingered Rachel's clit, whispering, "You like that?  Tell me if you want me to play with your clit or finger you."  

Rachel moaned softly, "Please...keep playing with my clit."  She spread her legs more, her hands in Malea's hair.  Malea fiddled with her clit, using one hand to spread Rachel's cunt lips wide and exposing the tender, sensitive clit, then using the other to rub and play with it.  Then she moved and lowered her head from Rachel's tit to her sex, flicking her tongue on her clit.

Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head, and she felt herself getting hot and wet.  Her eyes glanced at the guard to see if he was watching.

He most certainly was, and his hand was rubbing and stroking his cock, watching Malea eat Rachel's pussy.  It was a beautiful sight, and he wanted badly to participate and not just watch - which is what Rachel was hoping for.  She moaned again as Malea's tongue delved deep into her cunt, and she felt herself getting close to cumming. 

Rachel whispered, "Please...fingerfuck me as you suck my clit.  That feels so good."  Malea obliged, fingering Rachel's wet cunt vigorously as she licked and sucked her clit, causing Rachel to gasp and then cum, soaking Malea with her juices.

Rachel and Malea looked at the guard, both grinning.  The guard was beating off to the sight of them, trying not to make any noise because he didn't want the other guard to hear.  Rachel whispered, "We'll help you with your condition if we get 5 minutes alone once you're done."  

The guard didn't hesitate.  "Deal."  He moved forward and stood beside the two women, pulling his pants down to his knees, cock in hand.  

Malea lay back on the sofa as Rachel moved her face between her legs, licking and sucking Malea's clit, fingering her cunt.  Rachel was bent over the sofa, purposely exposing her wet, warm cunt to the guard behind her.  He stepped up behind her, slipping his hard, throbbing cock into Rachel, watching her with her face buried in Malea's pussy.   He whispered as he started pumping against Rachel, fucking her hard, "Oh yeah, baby.  Eat her out.  Lick her cunt.  God, yeah.  Fucking slave whores will fuck anything, anywhere.  You just love having me fuck you, don't you, whore?"  He fucked her harder and faster as he spoke, trying not to groan too loudly. 

Rachel didn't care what he said, so long as he kept his end of the bargain - which he would or she'd go to her Master and tell him what the guard did to her.  She sucked and fingered Malea, feeling her getting closer to cumming.

Malea came hard, her wetness flowing from her, crying out.  The guard came at almost the same time, grunting with his final thrust, shooting his cum deep inside of Rachel.  

Rachel looked sharply at the guard.  "I kept my part of the deal.  Now yours."  

The guard smirked, fastening his pants.  "Five minutes, no more," he said, then stepped out.  

Rachel and Malea spoke in hushed whispers.  They hugged, near tears.  "I'm sorry you had to do that," Malea whispered.  

Rachel spoke in a quiet, no-nonsense tone. "We do what we have to do, Malea."  She hugged her again.  "Meet me tomorrow morning by the gardens on the East Side.  We'll compare notes about how we can get out of here."

Malea nodded.  "I will."  She hugged her one last time, then both women stepped from the changing room, finished their bath, and went back to their Masters.

To be continued....