20-year-old Amy and Jenny were cousins, a matched set- blue eyes and brown- and had grown up together, just two streets over from each other. They were universally desired, and widely acknowledged as queens of the teen scene, but couldn't be more different. Jenny was sweet, friendly, and kind to everyone; while Amy was a classic mean girl, eager to prove just how much cooler she was than everyone else. For all that though, they were best friends.
It was fortunate, then, that when the invaders came they were taken by the same general. It was wildly illegal, of course, but that was little consolation when the cousins found themselves chained naked in a shipping container while a mature woman bedecked in gold braid fondled them and murmured in a foreign language.
Eventually their container made its way to the general's house, where her husband waited to begin their training. He took them both into a warm, cozily decorated room well-equipped with d-rings set into floors and ceilings, and various pieces of furniture that easily doubled as mounts for trainee slaves.
The general's husband had a staffer bind Jenny to a chair, and gag her, while he bound Amy over an ottoman and offered his cock to her protesting mouth. When she refused, screaming her defiance, he didn't force her. Just laughed, and delivered a vicious slap to her face.
She was still disoriented when he stepped away and returned with a riding crop. He stood behind her, teasing her pussy with its tip and smiling a fatherly smile at Jenny's horrified face, while he let Amy recover.
And then he beat her, viciously. As Amy began to scream and beg him to stop, Jenny sobbed silently behind her gag. The man seemed focused on his work for a moment, but stopped before long, and stepped over to Jenny as Amy subsided into ragged, pained sobs.
He stroked her face gently for a moment, and then lifted her hair off her neck to remove her ball gag, speaking softly to her as he did. And then he offered his dick to her mouth.
