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{ASS} PRISONERS OF WAR {Hungry Guy} (MF Mpov Fpov Mdom Fdom Msub Fsub nc tort 
viol ws scat anal oral nosex cheat) 
BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or hungryguy@literotica.org)

Foreword:  This is a work of fiction.  None of the people in this story are 
real.  None of these events ever happened.  This story is nothing more than 
words that came from my imagination.  Any similarity to any real people, 
places, or events is purely coincidental. 

Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my 
permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that credit is given 
to "Hungry Guy" (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or hungryguy@literotica.org) as the 
author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing typos.  Even 
beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that 
may be flagged by your spell checker.  Thanks.

All my stories can be found on:  http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HungryGuy/www.

    ###

    _CORINNE_

    On the day that China invaded the United States Corinne had kissed her 
husband goodbye in the morning, and had gone to work as usual after dropping 
her infant son off at the babysitter along the way.

    The news was announced over the public address system in the office 
building where she worked that morning.  Everyone was stunned by the sudden 
unexpected invasion, but news reports stressed that the invaders had no chance 
of succeeding.

    Later in the afternoon, news reports indicated that the invaders had 
captured and were occupying some communities near the shore where they landed, 
which wasn't too far from where Corinne worked.  Following these reports, the 
company closed the office and let everyone off early.

    On her way out of the building, Corinne met Paul who was a co-worker of 
hers whom she was friends with and occasionally met for lunch in the company 
cafeteria.  "What do you think of all this," Corinne asked Paul?

    "I can't believe it," replied Paul, "why would China want to attack the 
United States for?  But I think it'll all be over by tomorrow.  Just be careful 
going home, Corinne."

    "You too, Paul.  Bye, bye."

    Corinne was fond of Paul, in a friendly way.  She knew he was attracted to 
her, in more than a friendly way, and he was trying hard not to let it show.  
But she could still tell.  She knew that she would never cheat on her husband, 
so she continued their friendship.

    A few blocks after leaving the office, Corinne came to a roadblock. Several 
Chinese soldiers were standing around a truck waving assault rifles at all the 
cars they had stopped, including hers.  They ordered her out of her car in a 
language she didn't understand and into the back of the truck.  In the truck 
many people were bound by wrists and ankles with leather straps.  Once in the 
truck herself, more Chinese soldiers strapped her wrists and ankles together.  
They continued filling the truck with people until they were piled on top of 
each other several bodies deep.

    The truck then drove off.  It drove only a short distance, but the ride was 
very uncomfortable lying on a hard plank floor with several other people on top 
of her as the truck bounced and jostled them all.

    They were then all pulled out of the truck by their bonds, allowed to fall 
off the back of the truck and onto the ground.  Like the others, she was 
dragged into a building.  Inside the building, a large group of people, men and 
women, were huddled together completely naked, guarded by more Chinese 
soldiers.  One of the soldiers cut her straps off with his bayonet, nicking her 
flesh at the time, and motioned her to stand.  She stood, and then the solder 
made a motion as though tearing his uniform off.

    Not catching his meaning immediately, the soldier poked his bayonet into 
her sweater almost stabbing her, and pulled it down leaving a long tear in it.  
He made the motion once again.  Finally catching his meaning, she removed her 
clothing.  She also noticed that all the others from the truck were undergoing 
the same routine.

    She removed her sweater, her blouse, and her pants, but she stopped when 
she got down to her bra and panties.  The soldier looked at her quick, then 
slashed his bayonet down her chest between her breasts slicing her bra where 
the cups connect and leaving a vertical cut in her chest between her breasts.  
He then glanced down at her hips, and she immediately pulled her panties off as 
fast as she could.

    The soldiers then motioned for her to join the huddled crowd, which she 
did.  The cut in her chest wasn't very deep, neither was the cut in her wrist, 
and the bleeding stopped after several minutes.

    A few minutes later, a forklift drove in carrying a number of 55-gallon 
drums with quarter sized holes punched all around the upper and lower edges.  
When she saw next horrified her.  The tops of the drums were being wrenched off 
with crowbars, and the people were being ordered to get into the drums -- tall 
people alone, and short people in twos -- men together, women together, and men 
and women together -- and also apparently people who, until now did not know 
each other.  Usually the person would enter the drum without much fuss, but 
occasionally a person would step into his drum and immediately jump out again 
screaming.  When this happened, the soldiers would grab him and throw the 
person, whether man or woman, back into the drum and hammer the lid on.  Very 
often, the person's continued screams could be heard muffled through the holes 
in the drum.

    Like some of the others, Corinne began crying thinking she was about to die 
shortly.  She didn't want to die, not now, so young with a husband and family.  
And she didn't want to die in whatever horrible manner they had planned for 
them all in these drums.  Images of the drums being dumped in a river, or being 
buried in a landfill, or being burned in an incinerator raged through her mind.

    More and more empty drums were brought in, while the full drums were taken 
out.  Her turn eventually came, being nearly 6' tall, she was put in her drum 
alone.  When they hammered the lid back on the drum, the noise inside was 
deafening and left her hears ringing so loud it drowned out the noise of the 
forklift taking her drum, and others back outside.

    The forklift set her drum down in an open area with all the other drums of 
people.  Her ears were still ringing, but she could hear sobbing and outright 
crying coming from some of the other drums, from both men and women.  She could 
also hear people vomiting in some of the other drums, and occasionally someone 
would scream until they passed out.

    After it seemed that everybody was in a drum, all the activity in the area 
ceased.  By this time it was late at night and was getting chilly.  The steel 
of the drum was extremely cold against her body and she was shivering 
feverishly.  The inside of the drum smelled mildly of rubbing alcohol, but she 
got whiff of various foul chemical odors whenever she stuck her nose out of one 
of those holes near one of the other adjacent drums.  She didn't attempt to 
speak to anybody else.

    Some time later, she heard airplane engines start up and come closer.  It 
was too dark to see out the holes, but the plane was very close.  The forklifts 
returned and began removing of the drums.  Her drum was eventually moved again 
and, looking out the holes saw that all the drums, including hers, were being 
loaded into the plane.  Once in the plane, it was too dark to see anything 
through the holes.  Then the drums were packed tightly against each other.  
Odors of ammonia and formaldehyde were especially strong nearby.

    Later that night, the plane took off.  The flight lasted seemingly forever.  
Corinne had no idea how long the flight was; it was certainly more than many 
hours, but probably less than a couple of days.  She thought that she had dozed 
off a few times during the flight but wasn't sure.  By the time it landed, she 
was so hungry that the sound of her constantly growling stomach echoed within 
the drum, and she was so thirsty that she had tried to lick the rubbing alcohol 
off the inside walls of the drum.  Fortunately for her, it was only a trace 
odor that remained.  By then, also, she was sitting in a puddle of cold urine 
and excrement.

    The drums were unloaded from the plane and left there.  At this new 
location, though it was night, it was brutally hot.  She feared what it would 
be like when the sun rose and shown down on the drum the next morning.

    However, she never found out.  They next loaded the drums into a covered 
truck and drove from the airport.  They drove, it seemed, for several hours 
over extremely bumpy and hilly roads.  The drums were unloaded and brought 
inside into another storage area.  Her drum was quickly buried in the middle of 
the pile, so she couldn't tell what was happening most of the time.

    Corinne awoke in fright as a forklift lifted her drum.  She was carried out 
into a sunny courtyard where the temperature in the drum seemed to instantly 
jump by fifty degrees as soon as it came into sunlight.  The forklift set her 
down and drove away, leaving her baking in the sun.  Her sweat began to pour 
off her body like raindrops in a heavy rain.

    But within a few minutes, a couple of men came over and pried the lid off 
the drum.  They pulled Corinne out of the drum and dropped her limp body on the 
ground, then walked away.  A minute later, she felt the comforting touch of a 
friendly hand.  Two other women, also naked, had lifted her head and were 
fanning her face.  When Corinne opened her eyes, they smiled compassionately at 
her and carried her into the shade against a bare gray wall.

    "Hi, I'm Kathy," one said.

    "And I'm Toby," the other said.

    Corinne replied faintly, "I'm Corinne.  What happened?"

    "We don't know," Kathy answered.  "The last thing I heard is that we were 
invaded by China, then a bunch of Chinese soldiers stormed into our office and 
took us away, and, well, you know the rest."

    "What's going to happen to us?" Corinne asked.

    "I don't know," Kathy answered again.  "Toby and I were put in a drum 
together, and had to help ourselves out before we roasted to death after they 
took the cover off.  Nobody knows anything."

    "I'm so thirsty..."

    A group of soldiers suddenly appeared and grabbed the three women and 
escorted them away in silence.  Each of them was taken into the bare concrete 
building that surrounded the courtyard.  Then in a different direction, Corinne 
was led up some stairs down long a corridor, around a corner, down a shorter 
corridor, then into a tiny cell.

    The soldiers threw her into the cell so hard she rebounded against the far 
wall and collapsed.  The cell was about 6' by 8' with a 5' ceiling.  A 3' by 6' 
straw mat lay on the floor, and there was a bare iron pipe sticking out of one 
corner of the floor, apparently the "toilet".  It wasn't brutally hot, but it 
was too warm for comfort.  There was also a tiny window in the far wall that 
overlooked that courtyard.  From the window, she could see down into the 
courtyard.  There being nothing else to do, she watched the activity below.

    Out in the courtyard, a number of naked people milled about, both men and 
women, all white-skinned Americans.  Every few minutes, some Chinese soldiers 
would bring another drum out in the middle of the courtyard, leave it there, 
then pick some of the Americans out of the group and lead them back inside.  
Them some other Chinese men would saunter over to the drum with crowbars, 
remove the lid, and drag the occupant out onto the ground and walk away.  Then, 
one or more of the Americans would go over to the person and help him into the 
shade.  Sometimes the person just released would come to, and join the aid 
effort, and sometimes would remain in a daze.  It was also not uncommon for a 
person to be removed from a drum dead, often with nasty blisters over their 
bodies.

    While watching this activity, Corinne suddenly doubled over in pain.  She 
had become used to the constant growling of her stomach, but she hadn't eaten 
or drank anything in several days.  And the discomfort in her stomach had 
turned to pain.

    She slowly crawled over to the mat and lay down.  Eventually she dozed off.

    _PAUL_

    When Paul was removed from his drum, he, too, was dragged away and locked 
in a cell by himself.

    After several days of starvation, a soldier came into his cell and led him 
to a small room containing a half dozen other Americans.  They were all fed 
large bowls of rice, some fruits and vegetables, and a large glass of water.  
No one said a word to each other as they all wolfed their food down.

    Immediately afterward, they were all led out into the courtyard and into 
another room full of sacks of concrete mix and wheelbarrows.  They were ordered 
to each take a wheelbarrow and empty two of the sacks into it.  Paul was 
miserable, he hated being hot, and he hated sweating.  By the time he had his 
wheelbarrow loaded, there was a puddle of sweat on the floor where he stood.  
At least he was wearing no clothing to be sticking to him.  They were then led 
out through the courtyard, pushing their wheelbarrows, out through the main 
entrance gate and along a dirt road.  After about a mile, they came to a large 
construction site, apparently a dam, or hydroelectric plant, or something.

    They were then each, in turn, ordered to dump their loads into a wooden 
form.  But when Paul's turn came up, he dumped his wheelbarrow on the ground 
saying, "This isn't fair!  I never did anything to hurt you people!  You have 
no right to do this to me!  I want to go home!"

    One of the soldiers lashed out at Paul with a bullwhip.  Paul cried out and 
fell to the ground.  Two of the soldiers approached him and pointed their 
bayonets at him and waited.  A few moments later, another soldier appeared with 
some rope.  They tied the rope to his ankles, and then gave the other end to 
the other Americans.  The soldiers ordered them to return to the compound, 
dragging Paul behind them.

    Paul screamed in agony the first half of the mile, but by the second half, 
he was too numb and exhausted even to whimper.

    _CORINNE_

    Corinne woke some time later.  It was dark outside the window and the room 
had actually become cold.  The mat was too stiff to wrap around it around her 
self like a blanket so she lay there shivering feverishly.  Again she dozed 
off.

    When she woke again, light was streaming in through the window and it was 
beginning to get warm in her cell again.  She thought of calling out to someone 
in an adjacent cell, but she was so incredibly hungry that she literally didn't 
have the strength of will to so, and her throat was so painfully dry that to 
make any sound at all was torture.

    The scene in the courtyard continued like the day before, but Corinne 
didn't have the stamina to watch for more than a moment.  She returned to lie 
back down on her mat.

    Several days went by and Corinne was resigned that she was probably going 
to die either of dehydration or starvation.  But then, one afternoon, a soldier 
entered her cell and placed a bowl of rice and a tin cup of water by the door 
and left.  It took all her energy to crawl over to the door to get to it.  She 
had to eat the rice with her fingers, but it sure felt good to eat and cut into 
her thirst.

    This gave her a little energy to stand and walk over to the window again.  
By now, it seems they had unloaded all the drums and the courtyard was empty.  
She watched for several more minutes for any sign of activity, but there was 
none.  So she sat down with her back to the wall under the window and stared at 
the door for a while.  Then, she heard activity outside.  When she stood to 
look, she saw two armed Chinese soldiers leading a string of naked American 
men, each pushing a wheelbarrow full of sand through the courtyard and out 
through the main entrance gate.

    Looking closely at one of the Americans, she couldn't believe it, one of 
them was Paul from work.  The way the sweat glistened made him look like one of 
those hunks on a TV ad for one of those exercise places.  But, oh, forget such 
thoughts now.  After they were all out of sight, no further activity occurred 
below.

    Some time later, Corinne was getting hungry and thirsty again.  But no more 
food was forthcoming.  But she heard more activity out in the courtyard.  
Looking out the window, she saw that the men who left with the wheelbarrows 
were returning.  Only thins time, instead of pushing wheelbarrows, they were 
dragging something with a rope.  _Oh no!_ she thought  They were dragging Paul 
by his ankles!  _What happened?_ she wondered.  _Oh, poor Paul!_  They all 
disappeared into a doorway before, and no more activity occurred the rest of 
the day.

    Once again, several days went by before anything else happened.  The empty 
bowl and cup had disappeared during the following night.  One afternoon, a 
soldier opened the door to her cell and pointed a muzzle at her.  She screamed 
and was immediately doused with cold water.  She managed to drink some of it, 
but her shower was over too soon.  The guard left and slammed the door shut.

    More days went by.  One again, Corinne was in incredible pain from hunger 
and thirst.  She could see on her body that she had lost a lot of pounds in the 
week and a half since she's been here.  Her ribs were plainly visible.

    The day she saw a cockroach scurrying across the floor, her response was 
virtually involuntary.  Consciously, she was pleading with her body not to do 
it, but her body seemed to act with a mind of it's own.  She pounced and 
grabbed it, and immediately swallowed it. 

    Precisely seven days after her first bowl of rice and water, a soldier 
brought her another.  This time, she almost passed out from exertion crawling 
over to them.  While eating, she thought she heard something.

    "Pssst."

    Corinne looked around, "is someone there?"

    "Yeah," whispered a female voice, "I'm Diane, in the next cell.  Who are 
you?"

    "I'm Corinne, they just fed me.  But next week, I don't think I'm going to 
have the strength to crawl over to my food!"

    "Oh Corinne!  Are you alone?"

    "Yes."

    "Look, here's what you have to do.  You have to get a roommate.  My 
roommate is asleep right now, but we've managed to keep ourselves alive and 
reasonably healthy."

    "How?  They give you more food?"

    "No.  They actually give you the same amount of food for the two of us to 
share..."

    "Then how am I better off with a roommate?"

    "Listen!  This is going to sound disgusting, but you have to recycle your 
water."

    "What?  What do you mean?"

    "You can't do it alone, but with two of you, you can drink from each 
other..."

    "No!  You don't mean..."

    "Yeah, that's what I mean.  You have to if you don't want to die of 
dehydration."

    "But I can't do that!"

    "You must if you want to live!  Look, I know it's gross, it took a lot of 
convincing to get MY roommate to do it with me.  But it's necessary if you want 
to survive.  I know of many people who have already died of dehydration.  They 
take me out whenever they need medical help.  I know of several people with 
roommates who have both died of dehydration because one or the other roommate 
refused to do it."

    "Well, this is purely academic because I don't have a roommate and they're 
not going to give me one because I ask."

    "They might.  The woman in the next cell on the other side of me asked for 
a roommate, and they gave her one -- a guy."

    "They put a guy in with a woman?"

    "She asked for a guy, and they gave her a guy.  At least that makes it, 
well...  more palatable...  depending on your perspective... We had no choice, 
we're both women, and they didn't let us change.  We're not gay; we do it to 
survive.  But you might have a choice.  Maybe you'd feel more comfortable doing 
it with another woman than with a strange guy, but it's up to you.  At least 
ask or you're going to die!"

    _PAUL_

    Paul had been in his cell for nearly a week after his ordeal at the 
construction site.  They hadn't bothered him since then, and they haven't even 
fed him.  He was slowly starving to death, and his mouth was so dry from thirst 
it was painful.

    While lying there, a soldier opened his cell and dragged him out.  The 
soldier brought him into a brightly-lit room with a number of other American 
men in it.  They were all ordered to line up along the wall with a bright light 
glaring at them all.  He could see a couple of people sitting on the dark far 
end of the room.

    Several moments went by and nothing happened, he heard some talking among 
those people at the other end of the room, and then the soldiers began to lead 
the other men out of the room.  When Paul started to walk out too, one of the 
soldiers said to him in a thick Chinese accent, "You stay!"  _Oh no!_ Paul 
thought.  _This is it!  The firing squad!  Well, at least it's the end of this 
misery!_

    Another soldier walked over to Paul and began to lead him over to the other 
end of the room.  Paul bucked and kicked at the soldier, and started to run.  
But another soldier grabbed him and pressed a small gadget against his chest.  
He thought he heard a woman scream as his body was tortured by a painful 
tingling sensation just as he fell to the ground.

    The world blacked out.  When he came to, he was groggy and everything was 
blurry.  Someone was holding his head.  He looked up, and there were several 
faces staring down at him but his eyes were so teary and he was feeling so 
feverish that he couldn't make out any details.  Someone was talking in a 
soothing voice, but he couldn't make out what.

    After a moment, a name started to echo through his head.  _Corinne.  
Corinne?  Oh, the pain!  Corinne.  Who's Corinne?  Corinne.  Oh, I knew an 
Corinne from work. Oh, please make me be dead and out of this misery!  Corinne.  
Corinne.  Yeah, she was nice.  Too bad she was married, I liked her.  But why 
am I thinking of her now?_

    Suddenly, he felt himself pulled up and propped up against the wall again.  
Some people were talking.  Someone was talking to him.  Someone slapped him.  
"Hey you!"

    "Wha..." was all Paul could say.

    "This woman, she want you for bedmate.  No?"

    _Wha?  I must be completely out of it,_ thought Paul.  "Yeah, sure."

    "Open eyes.  Don't you want see body first?"

    He tried to look, and he thought he could make out the shape of a nude 
woman standing there facing him, but everything was still a spinning blur.  
"Uh, huh," was all he could say.

    Someone pushed him hard and he fell forward into something soft and fell 
down on top of it.  When he hit the ground, he heard a high pitched scream 
right in his ear, and summarily passed out.

    _CORINNE_

    When the guard next appeared to give Corinne her weekly shower, Corinne 
asked him if she could be given a roommate.  The guard merely grunted and left.  
But a few hours later, another soldier opened her door and led down the hallway 
into a large interrogation room.

    This was the most luxury she had in weeks -- to sit on a old wooden bench 
on the dark end of a long decrepit room.  Floodlights lit the other end of the 
room glaring onto the far wall.  Soldiers escorted a small group of naked men 
into the room and ordered them to line up against the wall.  

    "Which one?" barked the soldier standing next to her.  Corinne looked at 
them and gasped when she saw that Paul was among them.  She didn't recognize 
any of the others.  "Him!"

    "Which one?" the soldier barked again

    "That one," she replied, pointing to Paul.

    "This one?"

    "No!  The one next to him!  Yes.  Him!"

    The soldiers then began to usher the other men out of the room.  She saw 
Paul start to follow, but one of the soldiers said to him, "you stay!"  

    What happened next happened so suddenly.  A soldier started leading Paul 
toward her, but he kicked out at the soldier.  The soldier struck him with some 
kind of electric shocker sending him to the floor in pain.  Corinne screamed 
out at this, "No!  Paul!"

    "He okay," a soldier said to her.

    The soldier who shocked him dragged him over to her and held him up to face 
her.  "Look him over.  This the man you want bed with?"

    "Yes," she answered, "that's he, er, him!"

    The soldier then dumped him on the Bench next to her.  It took all her 
strength but she grabbed him to keep his limp body from falling off the Bench 
onto the floor again.  Then she laid him on his back with his head in her lap.  
"Paul!  Wake up Paul!  It's me, Corinne.  From the office!  Remember me?  
Corinne!"

    Paul began to twitch his eyes and moan.  His eyes were glazed over and 
unfocused.  He began to mutter, "Corinne..." in a barely audible voice.  
"Corinne..."

    "Yes, Paul, I'm right here."

    "Corinne..."

    "Yes, I'm Corinne.  We'll be okay.  We'll take care of each other.  Please 
wake up Paul."

    "Corinne..."

    "Enough!" shouted one of the soldiers.  The soldier grabbed Paul out of her 
arms stood him up again.  Then another soldier grabbed her and held her up, 
with her and Paul facing each other.

    "Hey you!" shouted the soldier at Paul.

    Paul just muttered, "Wha..."

    "This woman, she want you for bedmate!  No?"

    Barely audible, Paul answered, "Yeah, sure."

    "Open the eyes.  Don you want see her body first!"

    With that, Corinne suddenly became conscious of her own naked body being 
firmly held and displayed facing Paul for his approval.

    Paul just wobbled his head for a moment without really seeming to notice 
her standing there in front of him, and replied, "Uh, huh."

    The soldiers pushed them into each other and they both fell to the floor 
with Paul landing on top of her.  She let out a screech of pain, and Paul 
seemed to pass out completely.

    The soldier said, "you want him, you drag him."  And then ushered her out 
the door.  Not knowing what to do, she grabbed Paul by his ankles and dragged 
him out of the room.  "Oh, I'm sorry to do this to you Paul."

    Led by the soldier, she dragged his limp body down the corridor and back 
into her cell, where the soldier locked them in together.

    _PAUL_

    Paul woke again that night in his cell, but something was strange.  It was 
chilly, but there was warmth next to him.  There was also some warm heavy soft 
object draped over his body.  A couple of such objects, actually.  He panicked 
at first, and fearfully reached out to feel them. The feeling was strangely 
familiar.  Warm.  Fleshy.  Then it dawned on him that this was another person 
laying on the mat snuggled next to him with his or her arms and legs draped 
over his chest and hips.

    Paul heard, "Oh, Paul, you're finally awake."

    It was a woman's voice!  "Uh, yeah, but -- where -- who..."

    "Shhhh, we'll be okay now," she whispered in his ear.

    Paul opened his eyes and looked into her eyes that were barely inches away 
from his own.  He stared into her eyes for a few moments, "Corinne?"

    She reached around and pulled him closer to her, "Yes, Paul.  We'll survive 
now, so I've been told."

    "What do you mean?"

    "That's not so easy to explain.  The woman in the next cell told me that we 
have to, uh, recycle our water"

    Talking with his dry mouth was becoming painful, so he decided not to 
bother with what she was talking about, "Oh, okay." 

    With that, they fell back to sleep still in each other's arms.  Paul was so 
hungry, thirsty, and totally sapped of strength, and yet so happy to just find 
a friend that it didn't even occur to him to make a pass to her despite the 
fact that they were both in each other's arms naked.

    A couple of days later, they received their next bowl of rice and glass of 
water.

    "What," Paul asked?  "Don't we get two?  One for each of us?"

    "No, Paul, we have to share."

    "Really?  That's not fair, if they're making us share a cell, they should 
give us separate portions."

    "They didn't make us," she told him.  "I asked for a roommate."

    "Really?  Well, I'm sure glad for whatever fortune caused them to choose me 
for your roommate Corinne."

    "They gave me a choice, Paul.  I picked you.  Remember?"

    Paul didn't know what to say, so he just smiled back at her.

    They ate their rice and drank their water together, carefully splitting the 
portion in half.

    "That'll relieve our hunger and thirst for a few moments," Paul remarked.

    They then just leaned back against the cool inner wall together, their 
shoulders slightly brushing against each other's.

    Some time later, Paul spoke up, "Uhm, if you'll excuse me Corinne, I need 
to use the, er, pipe."

    "Wait Paul!  You know what we have to do, don't you?"

    "No.  But that's what I did in my other cell.  I assume that's what that 
pipe's for."

    "That's not what I mean.  Remember what I said?"

    "No, uh, what did you say?"

    "We have to recycle our water, Paul!  That's why I asked them to make you 
my roommate."

    "Huh?  What are you talking about?"

    "You know!" she insisted.

    "No!  I don't know!  But just a second, could you just turn around and 
we'll continue this discussion in a minute?"

    "No Paul!  Stop!" she yelled.

    Paul looked at Corinne with a puzzled expression on his face.  "What?  
What's wrong Corinne?"

    "Look, Paul, uh, there's no nice way to say it.  We have to drink each 
other's piss."

    Paul walked over to Corinne and put his arm around her.  "Corinne, I think 
this heat's getting to you.  Why don't you lie down on the mat for a while."

    "Paul, I'm serious!  The woman in the next cell told me that's what 
everyone else does to keep from dying of dehydration!"

    "What?  You are serious!  But no way am I drinking piss!"

    "Yes, Paul, please!  Otherwise we'll die of dehydration.  They only give us 
a cup of water a week.  It's the only way to survive!"

    Corinne knelt in front of Paul.  "Please Paul, I'm so thirsty I want to 
die.  Please give me your water!  Don't just piss it away!  Please!"  She 
opened her mouth waiting for him.

    "Well, I guess so, if you want to."  As he approached her, his cock started 
to get hard.  He straddled her kneeling legs and slipped his cock into her open 
mouth, and she closed her lips around it.

    But when he tried to pee, he found his muscles were too tense and he 
couldn't let it flow.  His heart was pounding at the sexual excitement of what 
he was doing.  He closed his eyes and breathed slowly trying to relax.  After 
several minutes, he was able to block out from his mind what was happening, and 
was able to let his pee flow.

    After he had finished, he opened his eyes and looked down at Corinne.  She 
looked back up at him, removed her mouth from his cock, and swallowed what last 
must have remained in her mouth.

    Paul sat next to her and took her hand.  "Well, how was it?"

    "Well Paul, the taste was putrid, but it did quench my thirst.  It's 
wonderful not to be thirsty right now!  I'll get used to it."

    "Yeah, but is it really going to help?  I mean, I'm not going to be able to 
piss again until they give us another cup of water."

    "But Paul, we have to recycle in both directions.  You know what I mean?"

    "I guess I know what you mean, but I don't know if I can do it..."

    "But you have to!  We both have to!  Otherwise there's no point in doing it 
at all!"

    "Well.  Maybe.  I am awful thirsty.  Maybe I'll be able to do it.  I don't 
know.  Anyway, it's so damn hot, I just want to lie down." 

    Some time later as they were laying on the mat next to each other, Corinne 
spoke, "Paul, um, it's my turn now."

    "Huh, what?"

    "I have to, you know, pee.  Are you..."

    "I tell ya' Corinne, I'm so thirsty that I'll drink anything right now." He 
sat up and knelt facing her.

    Corinne then stood and stepped up to Paul's face.  "Paul, you have to bend 
your head back more, I pee straight down."

    "Like this."

    "Yeah, sort of like that, but lower, so I don't have to stand on my tip 
toes."

    Paul leaned back more while Corinne tried to straddle his face.

    "Oww, wait, Corinne!  Wait.  It's not going to work this way!  We have to 
try another, uh, position.  How about like this?"  Paul laid flat on his back.  
"Now you squat over me."

    Corinne squatted over Paul's face facing the top of his head.  "Am I 
pointed over your mouth?"

    "I don't know!  How can I tell?"

    Corinne lowered herself a bit more and Paul felt her pressing her pussy 
against his mouth.  As she did so, he felt her seam spread open against his 
mouth and felt the moist inner flesh against his lips.

    Corinne began to rub herself up and down Paul's face for a moment.  With 
that, Paul felt himself grow a near instant erection.  "Mmmmmpf," he tried to 
say.  Looking up, Paul never saw a woman from this perspective before.  Her 
hairy crotch was just a bare fraction of an inch in front of his eyes.  Looking 
straight up along her body, he saw the undersides of her boobs seemingly just 
inches away, with her erect nipples pointed out and away.  Through her 
cleavage, he saw the underside of her chin, then into her nostrils, which 
looked overly large from this angle.

    She squirmed for several minutes before anything happened.  Then suddenly, 
while savoring the view, his mouth was flooded with hot, rancid, and slightly 
salty tasting liquid.

    She was filling his mouth quite fast and he had to gulp it down to keep up 
with her.  At least, she was right -- the taste of liquid in his mouth was so 
refreshing that it overshadowed the squalid taste the liquid had.  She finally 
finished pissing, and lifted herself off Paul's face, and sat down on the mat.  
Paul sat up next to her.

    "Well, Paul.  It wasn't so bad, was it?"

    He smiled at her and said, "No, it wasn't so bad."  

    He was looking directly into her eyes that moment then studied the rest of 
her face.  _What a pretty woman!_  His caught himself staring at her lips, and 
looked up.  She had done the same thing.  He had also noticed that their legs 
and hands were brushing against each other's, and their faces were drifting 
together.  Then she backed away, "Phew, your breath smells like piss!"

    "Yours does too, Corinne."

    Paul put his hand behind her head, pulled their mouths together, pulled 
them both down on the mat laying on their sides facing each other, and began a 
kiss which lasted for nearly an hour.

    His erection was throbbing and ready to explode at the least stimulus at 
this point.  He cautiously began exploring her body with his hands -- up and 
down her back, then ever to slowly up over her shoulders and down between her 
cleavage, but not too far down.  She didn't seem to object, so he ever so 
gradually found her nipples, which were rock hard. Exploring further, he came 
to her navel, then down into her bush.

    By this time, she was also rubbing his body with her hands - working her 
way down his chest, tickling his nipples and then tickling his navel.

    She lifted her top leg, as though inviting his hand to go further.  He 
reached down and spread her cunt lips with his fingers and began to lightly 
massage her pussy.  He found the tiny lump that was her clit and began to very 
gently stroke it.  Moments later she began to moan in pleasure.

    At this point.  He rolled her onto her back and climbed on top of her.  She 
put her hands on his shoulders pressing down. "Oh!  Wait Paul! Wait!"

    "Don't you want me now, Corinne?"

    "Oh yes, Paul!  I want you to enter me!  But we can't.  You know.  I don't 
have any protection, and we just can't take a chance on bringing a baby into 
this horrible place.  They don't hardly feed us, and I'd die along with it!  
Look, there's other things we can do.  We can do anything but that one thing.  
Okay?"

    "Sure Corinne.  But I'm ready to explode!  Now!"

    "Okay."  And Corinne crawled around laying next to him 6-9 fashion.  She 
took his cock into her mouth, while at the same time draping her upper leg over 
his neck and pushing his face into her crotch.

    She began sliding her mouth up and down his shaft, and he immediately 
exploded into her mouth.  "Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh," then "ah, ah, ah, ah."  
Fully spent, she seemed to have swallowed every drop of his cum.

    Now he realized it was his turn to make her come.  He began to lick the 
full length of her pussy back and forth, and then began to work on her clit.  
He gently licked her clit, licking it in various directions and then drawing 
around it in little circles.  When she began to moan and quiver, he sucked on 
it, drawing it into his mouth between his lips.  As her body quivered more and 
more, he sucked harder and harder, with as much strength as he could draw with 
his lungs.  Suddenly, her body began shaking feverishly as she moaned, "Oh yes, 
Paul.  I'm coming!  I'm coming!  Paul!  Keep it up!  Oh Paul!"

    After her quaking had subsided, and Paul had become drained of energy, he 
let go of her clit.  She lifted her leg from around his neck, and reached down 
and pulled him around to face her.

    "Oh, Paul!  You're wonderful!"

    "Thank you, Corinne.  But I enjoy giving pleasure as much as taking it!  
Really!"

    "I can tell!"

    Without answering, he intertwined his legs with hers.  Then he kissed her 
gently on the lips and stroked and cuddled her long into the night until they 
fell to sleep in each other's arms.

    _CORINNE_

    One evening several weeks later after Paul had fallen asleep, Corinne 
crawled over to the door and called out, not too loudly, "Toby?  Toby?"

    "Yes?  Is that you Corinne?"

    "Yes, I don't hear much movement around this place as I used to when we 
first came here.  Do you know where everyone is?"

    "Corinne, most everybody who was brought here has died of dehydration 
within the first few weeks.  We're the lucky ones, the ones who have roommates 
who are willing to do what has to be done to survive.  But listen Corinne!  Are 
you getting enough water?"

    "Actually, no, we're both pissing less and less as the weeks go by, and the 
pain from hunger is still so terrible!"

    "I was afraid that it might not be enough.  Corinne, you and Paul have to 
go a step further, and recycle all your body wastes!"

    "No!  I can't do that!"

    "I know it's not a pleasant thought.  But it's the only way you can keep 
enough water between the two of you.  And it'll reduce your hunger pains."

    "C'mon, there can't be much nutritional value left in that!"

    "Actually, Corinne, the human digestive process isn't very efficient.  
There's still quite a bit of nutritional value left in it.  But there's more 
moisture.  And it'll also reduce your hunger pains.  You've been recycling your 
water to keep you alive longer than would have been possible otherwise, but 
you're still slowly dehydrating."

    "But I can't ask Paul to do that!"

    "But doing that's the only chance you have of balancing your water loss 
against what they give us.  Listen, my roommate has refused to do that with me.  
And there's not much I can say to change her mind.  So we're probably going to 
die in a few weeks anyway.  But you got Paul to agree to the one thing.  If you 
can get him to see the importance of the other, you might be able to survive."

    "I don't know.  I'll see."

    Corinne crawled back to the mat, snuggled up to Paul and went to sleep.

    After their next meal, Corinne approached Paul.  "Uh, Paul."

    Out of habit, Paul immediately lay on his back and opened his mouth.

    Corinne sat next to Paul and looked down at him.  "Paul.  I was talking to 
Toby again.  She made me realize that we're still slowly dehydrating.  Each 
week, we have less piss to give each other..."

    "Yes, I noticed that too.  But what more can we do?"

    "There is one more thing we can do."

    Paul looked up at her for a moment before he seemed to realize what she 
meant.  "Corinne!   No!  I can't do that!"

    "But we have to Paul.  Look around, this place is empty.  The only people 
who are still alive are those of us who have done what we have been doing.  But 
it's not enough!  You can feel it!  I know I can!  We have to, Paul.  We have 
to!"

    Paul just lay there on his back looking up at her without answering.

    "I won't do it unless you say so, Paul."

    Paul closed his eyes for a minute, then said, "Okay."

    The urge had been growing inside her since she broached the subject to Paul 
several minutes ago.  Like their usual routine, she sat upon his face.  But 
this time, she positioned herself so that her anus was over his mouth.  Looking 
down, she had completely covered his face and all that was showing between her 
legs was the hair on his head.

    She sucked in a breath, settled her weight on his face, and relaxed her 
sphincter.  Immediately, she felt a long log slide out into his mouth.  Just as 
immediately, she felt another pushing to get out.  She strained to hold it in 
for a moment to give him a chance to swallow the first one.  She held it in for 
a moment, then let the second slide out.  As soon as she did, he began bucking 
and thrashing under her.  Fortunately, that was all she had to do, so she got 
off him.  He immediately ran over to the pipe and began puking madly.

    "Oh Paul, maybe this was a bad idea.  I'm sorry."

    A moment later, Paul sat up and looked over to Corinne, "It's okay Corinne.  
You just filled my mouth faster than I could swallow.  If you can hold back 
between, um, you know, I think I can do it."

    _PAUL_

    That night, Paul had to take a crap, but remembering how horrible it was, 
he quietly used the pipe without waking Corinne.  He hoped that Corinne would 
forget the idea.

    However, the next morning as they both lay awake on the mat, Corinne looked 
at Paul, "Paul, I have to pee."

    Paul laid on his back on the mat as they had done so many times already as 
Corinne squatted over his face and gave him her water.  However, this time, she 
moved back and sat on his chest giving him a sheepish look, "Paul, I also have 
to, you know, ready to try again?"

    Paul hid his dismay saying, "Sure Corinne, let's try again."

    Like the day before, she sat on his face more forward that she did when she 
peed.  The mounds of her pussy pressed down against his eyes.  Feeling with his 
tongue, the dry leathery skin of her anus was directly over his mouth.  As he 
probed, the dimple of her anus throbbed and puckered.  Suddenly, just like the 
day before it opened and a slimy mass of bitter tasting goop of the consistency 
of thick pudding erupted from it, filling his mouth.  This time, he was 
prepared for the experience, and didn't let it make him gag as it oozed down to 
the back of his mouth.   He swallowed quickly and was ready when the second 
emerged.  The third caught him by surprise, but he endured, as it wasn't as 
large as the first two.

    Corinne then got off his face and looked down at him with a worried look. 
"Paul!  You okay?"

    Paul couldn't answer.  He swallowed her third turd, while fighting the urge 
to vomit.  He took a few slow breaths, and the urge to vomit slowly vanished.  
"I guess I'll live."

    Paul didn't have to do it again until after their next meal the following 
week.  If she wondered why he didn't seem to have to do it that week, she 
didn't say anything to him about it.  But during the next week, he had to do it 
during the day and he couldn't spare her as she insisted on being on the 
receiving end when he moved toward the pipe.

    As when they started sharing their water, this too became a routine and 
accepted part of daily life.

    One time, when the guard came to hose them down.  Corinne acted on a sudden 
impulse and rushed the guard and knocked him down.  "Corinne, what are you 
doing?" Paul said in a panic.

    "C'mon, Paul," urged Corinne, "while the guard's out!"

    They didn't get far, for as soon as they entered into the corridor, several 
other guards were on them.  Several more guards appeared carrying various 
leather straps.  The guards made Corinne stand in front of Paul with her back 
to his chest.  The guards then strapped their right wrists tightly together, 
then their left wrists, then their left ankles together, then their right 
ankles.  The guards then tied a strap to their left wrist strap pulling their 
left arms around Corinne's waist, they pulled the strap around Paul's back and 
back to the right wrist strap which was also pulled around Corinne's waist, 
leaving them in a tight hugging position.

    The guards then pulled them, awkwardly down the corridor like this. "Oh 
Paul, I'm sorry!  I shouldn't have tried that!"

    "Silence!" shouted the guards.

    The guards led them down some stairs and out into the courtyard.  They were 
then led over to one wall of the courtyard where two sets of ropes were hanging 
down from above.  Looking up, the two sets of ropes were hanging from two 
pulleys from two overhanging beams about two feet apart.  The guards untied 
Paul and Corinne from each other.  And then tied their wrists back together 
again, only facing each other this time -- Paul's right wrist to Corinne's left 
wrist, and visa versa, but leaving their ankles free.  The guards then lifted 
Paul and Corinne's arms into the air, and then they then tied one of the ropes 
to their left wrist strap, and then a rope from the other pulley to their right 
wrist strap.

    The guards then grabbed onto the remaining rope ends and pulled.  Paul and 
Corinne were slowly lofted high into the air, hanging by both their wrists, 
their bodies pressing against each other's.

    The guards finally tied their rope ends to a turnbuckle at the base of the 
wall, and left them hanging by their wrists 30 feet in the air.

    "Oh Paul, I'm so sorry!  I shouldn't have tried something so stupid!  
Forgive me!"

    "Of course I forgive you Corinne.  I, er..."

    "What Paul?"

    "If this is it.  If they're going to leave us hanging here to die, Corinne, 
I want you to know that I, um, well, love you."

    "Oh Paul.  I.  I don't know what to say."

    She pressed her mouth to his and, hanging there by their wrists, their lips 
met and they kissed continuously.

    They were left hanging overnight and were brought back down the next day.  
As the guard shoved them back into their cell, he told them, "Next time you do 
stupid thing, you hang for week!"

    They didn't try any more escape attempts after that, and their life 
returned to its previous routine.  Life went on much like this for weeks, then 
months -- surviving physically by recycling their body wastes and emotionally 
by making love.

    _CORINNE_

    Paul continued to tell her that he loved her.  Despite their erotic life 
together in the prison, she just couldn't bring herself to betray her husband 
by telling Paul that she loved him in return, though she often wanted to.

    After living in this cell with Paul for nearly a year, their feeding and 
hosing schedule had become second nature to Corinne.  That is why she was 
especially startled when, one morning, loud pounding started coming from their 
door.

    "Paul!  Wake up!"

    "Yeah Corinne.  I'm awake!  Someone's pounding on our door..."

    The door suddenly split apart down the center as several soldiers carrying 
rifles and axes burst into the room.  Corinne and Paul grabbed each other and 
screamed.

    "Hey!  It's okay," shouted one of the soldiers, "we're U.S. Marines!  
You're outta here!"

    Taking a closer look at them, it was true.  These soldiers were indeed U.S. 
Marines.  Paul and Corinne were rushed out of the building to a waiting 
helicopter where they were wrapped in blankets and flown some distance to an 
aircraft carrier in the Indian Ocean.

    America, it seems had defeated the Chinese invasion in the early weeks 
after the invasion, but it had taken nearly a year to search China and find all 
the Americans held hostage in their labor camps.

    - END -

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