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Wartime Comfort House Diary – Day 1 Milk Jugs

I was the Commander of the Japanese Imperial Army stationed in occupied Shanghai during the Empire of the Sun conquest. Born in a honorable military family, I was destined to become a great general. My genes gave me an outstanding physique, improved by committed Samurai training started at an early age. I excelled in all Japanese martial arts as well as hand and weapon combat.

My career began as a Second Lieutenant. Moving up the ranks quickly, I became the youngest general during the Asian conquest. I would prefer to continue leading the front line battles but my respected superiors wanted my smarts to anchor and rule the occupied territories. Weeding out local dissidence and ensuring stable supplies to the front lines became my priority.

Day 1 Thirsty

Major Tonkatsu, my officer assistant, came into my office in occupied Shanghai. ‘General Tanaka, our troops caught a local girl trying to steal food supplies. She is an orphan hiding in the French Catholic Church. Our officers did not behead her because she is very pretty, shapely and likely a virgin. So I sent her to the nearest Comfort House, Miss Yamaha has confirmed her virginity, now ready for your enjoyment anytime.’ ‘Good news! I am really bored with the lack of progress in catching the underground spies. I will go this afternoon instead of tonight.’

I walked into the 2nd last room in the long hallway of the largest Comfort House in Shanghai. This room was restricted for my personal use. A thin but very attractive naked young thing had her arms and legs tied against heavy posts to make her spread wide and totally immobile. Long black hair passed her arm pits, small firm perky breasts, smooth round ass, few shiny hair on her mound and shapely legs would draw any warrior’s attention. Her nipples were pinkish rather than the darker nipples of most Asians. Somehow she resembled and actually reminded me of my beautiful wife back home. The most striking was her large brown eyes, looking scared at my uniform when she heard my boots stepping into the room.

I fondled both her soft perky tits, just a handful (full A cup). She started sobbing. ‘Please don’t, I beg you!’ I had been in China long enough to understand simple sentences. But this phase we heard too often everyday from the captures and locals. I hated that.

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