"Strip her," Jenny heard the yellow man saying, and as she tried to run out of the hut, a Vietnamese guard moved in front of her, and pushed her back with the butt of his rifle. "There is no escape!"
She felt herself being lifted to her feet, and then hands were grabbing her from behind. First, they tugged at the fabric of her blouse and ripped it right open. The hands slid down her arms and held her, and her large stiff-nippled breasts were bared.
"Now," the yellow commanding officer said, as he walked in front of her and slapped her hard across the face. "Who do you work for?"
She looked at him, and hated him, not only because he was the enemy, but because he was yellow, and hideous looking.
"I'm searching for my husband," she said. "He was lost in the war."
"A likely story, my lovely redheaded American bitch," he said.
"It's the truth," Jenny told him, and her fears were starting to rise.
She heard that mocking laugh again, then saw him turning and reaching for a pair of metal tongs. There was a small fire going, and he held the tongs over the flames, until they were glowing red. When he turned back, he started to move the heated instrument toward her trembling nipple.
"Now you will talk, American pig!" he sneered....
CHAPTER ONE
Commander Ying looked at the yellow Vietnamese girl who stood in front of him. He could see the way her body trembled as his eyes gazed up and down her body. Even when he smiled, she seemed to be able to read through it, seemed to know that he was not giving her a pleasing, comforting smile.
"Where are the others in your group?" he asked her, speaking in his Northern dialect. He knew that the Southern pig" understood him, but she was playing dumb.
He started to walk around her. As he walked behind her, he could see the way her hands had been pulled back behind her back. Her wrists had been crisscrossed, and a thick dark cord kept her wrists bound together.
He thought that Sinto had done well, capturing this bitch and tying her up. He could see how expertly the cord had been bound around her wrists, and how tight it seemed to be tied, too. In fact, he was sure that the rope was cutting into the girl's wrists, and as he continued to stand behind her, and she began to squirm a little bit, trying to pull her wrists free, he was sure he saw some blood.
She was dressed in the tattered remains of the green garment she had been wearing when she was caught -green so that she could try to camouflage herself in the grass and trees. It had not worked well enough, for she had been spotted.
He stayed behind her so long, that it instilled a great deal of fear in her. When she tried to turn her head, he screamed out at her, and she turned back so that she could not see him. Ying could feel the way he was starting to get aroused, looking at how her fears were increasing.
He saw her knees buckling, and laughed just a little bit. Then, he started to open his belt. As he did, he could see the way she was trying to turn her head around to look at him once again, and he barked at her once more.
Of course, he knew, she was wondering what the clanging sound was. He knew it was the sound of his belt buckle, and he knew just what he was going to do with it, too.
Ying always thought that if a person's fears were built up enough, there was no reason in the world not to let that person realize that his fears (or her fears, in this particular case) happened to be real.
It was as if this Southern prisoner expected him to do something to her, since he had been standing behind her for such a long time.
He slowly pulled his leather belt out of the loops of his pants, and then he doubled it over. He pulled his arm back, then lashed the belt out at her.
It ripped through the tattered fabric of her garment, lashing against the flesh of her back. He heard her letting out a groan, saw her knees buckling some more, then barked out his command to her once again.
"Do not fall to your knees, yellow pig! Do not! For if you do, it will be the very last time you ever feel the earth touching your knees."
He could see the way her body was shaking even more, wavering back and forth a little bit.
She tried to stand up again, and he knew that she was having a hard time. Just as she managed to regain her composure and stand all the way up, he lashed her again, this time on her left shoulder.
That time, he could see the blood flowing from the break in her skin. He quickly moved back in front of her, to let her see the menacing leather belt he'd used on her.
There was more that he wanted to see, too. He reached out and grabbed the front of her tattered dress, then ripped it right off her body.
She gasped, and his laughter seemed even more hideous then.
"Yes, you are a woman," he said to her, as he looked over her naked flesh. "I can tell because you having something that looks like breasts. They are small, but they are breasts all the same."
Ying moved his hand to one of her dark nipples and began to stroke it gently. As he did, he could feel the way it was stiffening under his touch. When the dark dot was hard, he began to squeeze his fingers even more. He continued to do that until he saw the way she was opening and closing her mouth, in gasping gestures.
That was when he started to twist her nipple, hard.
Her knees began to buckle again, and as she was slipping to the ground, she seemed to remember his threat, from only a few seconds back. He looked into her eyes, his own eyes blazing with hate, but he did not repeat his words.
Instead, his finger continued to twist at her nipple, until she was on her knees in front of him. Then, he slid his hand down her flat yellow belly. He pressed the long nail from his middle finger into her navel, digging hard into her flesh, hoping that he'd scrape some skin and make her bleed inside.
Ying let his hand continue to wander down her body.
Her thick black hairy patch seemed to be tangled, and as he let his fingers run snake-like through the bush, he pulled at them, untangling the knotted hairs by ripping at them. He could see the way she had her eyes closed, and the look on her face was one of a woman filled with extreme pain.
The North Vietnamese Commander had to smile, for he knew that if she thought this untangling of hairs was painful, she didn't know a thing about pain. He had not even begun to hurt her the way he had it planned.
His fingers slid through her bush, and he could see some of the dark hairs on the ground-hairs that his ripping untangling fingers had yanked out of her. He moved his fingers to her dry, red lips, and began to stroke them.
When he saw her licking her lips a little bit, he laughed. Then he rammed his fingers right into her cunt, and began to dig at the walls of her vagina with the same finger that had scratched her navel. With three fingers firmly embedded in her dry snatch, he started to pull his hand up, lifting her body up at the same time to make her stand in front of him again.
"Either stand or have your cunt ripped open," he said, in a low, hate-filled voice.
He could see how weak her legs were as she was trying to stand. At one point, he knew that his probing ripping fingers were really the things that were helping to bring her back to her feet again, that she was offering no assistance, but he really didn't care. By fighting against him, she was only making herself suffer more.
When he did finally lift her to her feet, he pulled his fingers out of her pussy, and then he slapped her hard across the face. His hand moved rapidly, slapping her back and forth, hitting her with his palm and then his backhand.
Within seconds, she was on her knees again in front of him.
That was when Ying felt the rise of his own organ. His crotch was right in front of her face, and he pulled her long straight black hair, so that she opened her eyes.
"What do you see before your eyes?" he asked her.
"I do not know," she said to him, and he laughed again.
"You do not know? Are you a stupid bitch as well?"
"I do not know what you want for me to say," she said to him, barely able to get the words out, her voice low and practically inaudible.
"Oh, so that is it? You think that you must say only what I want you to say. If that is the case, where are the others hiding?"
"I do not know," she said, lowering her head, until he yanked on her hair again and pulled her head all the way back.
At first, his eyes blazed down into hers, and he knew that she could feel the anger waves that he was sending out. Then, he started to pull her hair in a different direction, so that her eyes were looking right at his crotch.
"Now what do you see?" he asked her, and she did not answer. "I am talking to you, you stupid putrid bitch What do you see?"
"Your groin," she said.
"Yes, and what do you see happening there? Surely you must know."
"Arousal," she said to him, and he slid his hand from her hair to her cheek.
"Yes, very good. You are not as stupid a bitch as I thought you were. Does it not please you to know that the sight of your skinny naked body can still arouse a man? Does it not please you to know that even though you are less than desirable, you can still make a man hard? Answer me bitch!"
She looked up at him again, with her eyes, for his hand was still holding her cheek, and she could not move her face. He knew that she was looking up at him because she wanted to know what he wanted her to say.
But that time, he was not going to even look back at her. If she had any brains in her head, he was thinking, she would know what to say.
"Yes! Yes! It does please me!" she screamed out.
"Good. Then you shall do something about it," he told her.
He pulled her head toward the zipper of his pants, and felt the heat of her breath rushing through his fabric, making his cock throb. He could tell that she had no idea of what he wanted to do, and he had to tell her.
"Bite into my zipper and open it. Then I will take it out and let you suck on what might be the very last cock of your life."
He pulled her hair again, so that she did not even bother to protest. She bit into his zipper, and he watched the way she started to pull it down. Her teeth slipped once or twice, but she quickly bit into it again, until she had pulled it down all the way, and could see some of the blackness of his pubic patch.
Ying reached into his pants, and pulled out his cock. By that time, the power that he had over her, as well as the heat of her breath, so near to his crotch, had made him fully hard, and he pulled out his instrument proudly.
Ying began to think. Some of the Americans who were in the South, those helping his enemy, seemed to have their theories about all of the yellow people, be they Viet Cong, Japanese, or even Chinese. They seemed to believe that the men with the yellow skin had dicks that were only the size of fingers.
As he looked at his bound prisoner, he could tell that she might have thought that way too. Perhaps the only men she had ever encountered had dicks that were the size of their fingers, and no larger than that.
And perhaps, he was even thinking, there might have been some truth to the rumor, because he seemed to get that reaction from almost every girl he was with, whether she was a prisoner, or even a whore.
His cock was at least nine inches long, and it was thick. He was quite proud of the size of his organ, and as he started to slide his hand up and down the shaft, he could feel the pleasure waves already starting to flow through him.
The yellow man pulled his huge balls out of his pants, too. Then, by holding her hair with one hand, and the base of his cock with the other, he started to rub the thick, come-dripping head against her lips. She kept them closed at first, and he smeared the come over her lips, the way a woman would put lipstick on.
In fact, her yellow lips even seemed to glow after he did that.
She didn't open her mouth until he screamed out the command, and then, he rammed his cock right between her lips, all the way into her throat. Her eyes bulged and she started to gag right away, making him think, even more, that she had never felt a cock as large as his between her lips.
He let go of her head then, and even moved his hand away from the base of his cock. As she started to pull her head back, he could tell by the look in her eyes that she had something devious in mind.
Before she could do it, he reached down and pulled the dagger out of his boot. He moved it to her throat, and pressed it there, cutting gently, but not enough to rip her apart and make her bleed to death.
"Do not do it, yellow pig," he said to her. "Do not even think of biting me because it would take me seconds to recover, and then you would be dead."
The positioning of her mouth changed a little bit. He saw her lips opening just a bit, and then her teeth were opening more. He had been right. The yellow bitch had been planning on biting right into his cock.
by holding the knife against her neck, he didn't even have to hold the back of her head, and he was still able to thrust it all the way in and out of her mouth. He could feel her trying to pull back as the bulging head of his cock would be ready to enter her throat, but a quick warning was all it took to let her know not to.
Ying loved the way his body was feeling. He moved his hand down to one of her stiff nipples and began to tug on it, harder than he had before. He heard her groaning and saw a thin trace of spittle starting to run down the side of her mouth.
"Yes, that is good," he said to her. "That is very good. Keep sucking like the eager bitch that you are. Keep making more saliva in your mouth, because the look of it on your chin turns me on."
He felt the way his cock was starting to throb inside of her mouth, and he knew that she had sucked enough cocks, or even felt them in her pussy, to know that the throbbing was a sign of impending orgasm.
As he was about to come, he slid his hand from her nipple behind her head, so that he could ram himself all the way into her throat and start to shoot his load down there. He could hear the way the yellow bitch was choking on his come, but he did not care at all. He loved it as her eyes began to water, and some of his come was being coughed up out of her throat.
"Swallow it all, or you die," he said, pressing the knife against her neck again to let her know that he was not kidding around.
He could hear gagging, gurgling sounds, pretty much like the sounds a baby would make, as she was trying to swallow his come while his cock was still in her throat, and she managed to do it all, without letting any of it drip out of the side of her mouth. He did not praise her for her talent.
Instead, he pulled his cock back a little bit, but kept it between her lips. He slid the knife blade down her body, running it over her breast, leaving a fine thin line of blood wherever he moved it, for he was cutting into her skin just a little bit. It was deep enough to cause the blood to flow, and cause her to gasp more and more around his cock, but not deep enough to make her bleed to death.
When he started to slide the knife near her pussy, he could feel the way she was starting to take a few steps back, still on her knees. He had to laugh about it, because as far as he was concerned, there was just no way out.
He rubbed the blade of the knife over her cunt lips, but he wasn't pressing as hard as he had been before, when he was trying to make her bleed.
Eventually, he let the knife fall to the floor between her legs, and his finger began to take over, stroking her lips.
He could feel the way they were getting wetter and wetter by the second. He began to slide his finger into her, and he could hear her moaning a little bit louder, because although she was feeling some pain, his finger had searched out her button.
It was nice and stiff after he rubbed it for a few seconds, and as he started to wiggle it back and forth, he could hear her moaning louder, and feel the way she was even thrusting herself against his finger. As if she wanted to feel as much pleasure as she possibly could, for as long as he would let her feel it.
When Ying felt the way her juices started to flow a little bit, he slid another finger into her, and continued to massage her.
His cock had lost some blood, but now that he was feeling the way she was getting turned on, he was starting to love it.
He could feel the blood flowing back into his shaft, and after a few more seconds, he pulled her head back, and then pulled her to her feet. He threw her face forward over his desk, and began to slap her ass.
Each time her body reacted in a jerking kind of motion, he liked it. It made his hard cock bob up and down.
The evil Commander moved closer to her, so that his huge shaft was pressed between her small buttocks. As he rubbed the head of his cock against her asshole, he began to speak in a low but threatening tone.
"I could fuck your ass, bitch. I could fuck it, and chances are good that with a body as small as yours and a cock as large as mine, I would rip you apart. Chances are very good that you would bleed. To death."
"Please, no," she said to him. "Please, no."
"Then where are the others hiding?" he asked her. "I want to know."
"I swear to you, Commander, I do not know," the girl said. "I swear that I do not know. We were all hiding together when I was taken, and they ran off. I do not know where they ran off to. I swear."
He did not know if he believed her or not, hut he did know something. He did not want to fuck her asshole. She was probably unclean, and that uncleanliness would be left all over his hard, proud cock.
Instead, he slipped his cock down toward her wet cunt lips, then rammed himself between them, thrusting all the way into her, as hard as he possibly could. He could feel the way her body began to respond to him.
For not only did he thrust into her from behind, but his fingers slid around so he could massage her love button from the front.
He was wiggling it back and forth fast, and as her juices began to surge more and she was spasming around him, he could feel such pleasure flowing through his entire body. He began to sweat a little bit, and the first time that he started to throb, he rammed himself all the way into her and slowed down.
"I will believe you for now," he whispered into her ear. "But perhaps later, when I have time to think about it more, when I am not lost in the powers of my cock, I will think that you have lied to me. Then I will want to deal with you again."
He felt his throbbing subside, and he started to ram it in and out of her again. The sound of his balls slapping against her heated buttocks was turning him on, and he wasn't even sure if he was grunting louder than she was groaning.
Ying did like the way she was responding, for a pig.
The next time his cock began to throb inside of her, he decided that there was no reason to try and hold back. He began to ram his cock in and out of her, harder and harder, and he was sure that she was crying.
"Yes, take it, bitch," he screamed, just as he started to explode, and he slid deep into her so that he was shooting his load as deep as he could. He heard her letting out a gasping kind of moan, and she began to thrust her body back and forth to keep him moving inside of her.
As Ying eventually pulled out of her, he moved around to his desk and sat back on his chair. He closed his eyes, and lay there, panting and trying to catch his breath.
When he heard her moving a little bit, he opened his eyelids slightly, enough for him to know what was happening. She could not tell that he was looking at her, however, and that was the whole idea.
He watched as she looked to the left and the right, then began to move toward the open door of the hut. She looked out, and when she saw that it was safe, she began to run, naked, with her hands still bound behind her.
It was only when he was sure she was a few feet away that he stood up and reached for his rifle. He walked to the open doorway of the hut, and saw that she was heading toward the woods. He lifted the rifle, aimed, and fired.
The naked body slumped down to the ground, just as he heard the scream.
He put the rifle down and looked, to make sure that she was not moving. Satisfied with his work, he started to walk back toward his desk, just as he heard the sound of panting and footsteps running closer to him
"Commander, are you all right?" he heard Sinto ask, and he turned around and looked at the yellow man standing in front of him.
"Yes, I am fine," Ying said, stuffing his cock back into his pants.
"The girl tried to escape?" Sinto asked him.
"Yes. I tried to get her to tell me where the others were hidden, but she would not. When I had my back turned, she tried to run."
"But, Commander, we picked up all the others who were with her. You know that."
"Yes, I know that," Ying said, smiling like the Devil himself. "I knew that. But she did not. Now, she knows nothing."
CHAPTER TWO
And the war raged on!
It was not only the North Vietnamese who abused the Southern women. If a Northern woman should have fallen into the clutches of the Southern armies, or even the Americans who were helping the South, she would be abused, too.
Such was the case with a family of three, one woman who could not have been any older than thirty-three, and her two daughters, whose ages will remain unknown. An American unit was destroying a Northern town, when three soldiers came upon the three women, huddled in a pit, clinging to each other.
The pit had been covered with bamboo poles that were entwined, the way many of the roofs on the village huts were put together.
."Look at them," said the first soldier, and the gunfire began to subside, meaning that the enemies were either all rounded up or dead.
"I wonder how old the little one is," the second soldier said.
"Or how young," the first laughed, and it was then that the third appeared.
He had his rifle cocked, ready to be fired, for he knew that the two other men were looking at something in the pit. He started to ask what they were looking at as he walked over, but he did not have to ask as he looked down.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" he said, smiling at his two companions. "Three of them who are trying to hide, trying to keep from being found. Don't they look good? Don't they look enticing? Good enough to eat?"
"I wouldn't go that far," the first one said. "Ah then, but good enough to fuck," the second one said.
The first two were surprised when the third one continued to aim his rifle at the three women, and even more surprised when he screamed out a command that they could not understand. The three women understood it, however, for they began to stand up, placing their hands over their heads.
"Help them out," the third soldier said to the first two. "We are the last three left here. Help them out of the pit, and we will take them to the hut over there."
"How do you know the language?" he was asked.
"I was studying it when I had time alone at night. It makes it easier if you can communicate with them. Then you can let them know what you want."
"And what have you told them?" the second soldier asked, as he was helping the mother out of the pit. "What have you told them?"
"That they are to put their hands up and we will help them out of the pit. I have said nothing more. So far."
"So far? And what is that, supposed to mean?"
"Only that I think it best not to tell that what we have in mind, until we are ready to do it. Do you have any ropes with you?"
"Here," the second soldier said, walking over to a dead Northern body.
He started to pull the man's belt off, and then he was pulling off the leather straps that were wrapped around the man's body.
When the mother and the two girls were out of the pit, their hands were pulled behind their backs, and they were each bound. By that time, the gunfire was coming from far, far away. This town had already been destroyed, all enemies taken.
Still aiming his rifle, the third soldier, who seemed to have taken command, not only over the women, but over the other two men, screamed out another order that the women could understand, and then the women began to walk toward a hut that was really no longer a hut. The roof had been blown off, and two of the four walls were down, but two were still standing.
The mother seemed to have the fullest body, breast-wise, and as they stood by the two walls, the third soldier, now taking full charge, reached over and ripped her dress right off, causing the two girls to gasp.
"Well, isn't she pretty?" he asked the other two.
"Very. It's been such a long time since I've seen a woman, that I can't take my eyes off of her. Whenever I look between legs now, all I ever see is another dick and that certainly doesn't turn me on."
"I know what you mean," the second soldier said. "How nice it is to see a furry woman's patch, and to see the slit. Let me feel it."
"Is it wet and velvety, the way I remember it feeling?" the first asked.
"Oh, yes. It's velvety all right. It is not wet, but I know that I can make it wet, if I continue to play with it for a while."
The third American soldier was looking at her breasts, for he had always loved the breasts of American woman, and though these yellow black-nippled tits didn't seem to compare with the white soft breasts of an American woman, they were still the tits of a woman, and that meant something.
How he longed for an American woman. How he wished that he could have an American woman on her knees in front of him, with the soft pinkish white flesh.
But for now, he knew, this would have to do. It would have to do.
As he watched the second soldier fingering the woman, he started to move his hand toward one of her breasts. He slid his fingers around her black nipple and began to pluck at it gently, then moved his mouth to it.
He sucked it between his lips, and moaned softly, because it tasted like he remembered a nipple tasted. Her flesh might have been a little bit more salty than he could remember flesh tasting, but he understood that she had been sweating.
His soft tongue flicks made the nipple throb, and the woman began to moan a little bit. He looked down, and saw the fingers of the second man rubbing her still. It seemed like she was getting wetter and wetter.
"See if she tastes the way a woman should taste," the first soldier said, and the second one pulled his fingers out.
They were wet and glistening, from all the cream that was covering them, and as he held them up, he smelled them.
Then, he held them up to the lips of the first soldier, the one who wanted to know, and he watched the man licking them for a second.
"Yes," he started to nod. "She tastes like a woman."
And the second one could tell that the first one wanted to lick her, so he moved out of the way and let him get down on his knees. The first one watched as his companion began to flick his tongue in and out of the woman's cunt.
She moaned, for she could feel some heat as the tongue was flicking back and forth, but more than that, she knew. She knew that these Americans might just kill her when they finished with her, and she was scared for her life.
She thought that if she responded to what they were doing to her, that they might take pity on her and let her go. She was also thinking of her daughters, who were young, and who could still live a long, full life, if the war would end.
She started to thrust back and forth against the American's mouth, and his tongue was making her juices flow even more. When he started to suck on her, and he was sucking the juices right out, it felt even better.
"Yes, she reacts like a good pig," the second soldier said, as he pulled his mouth away and licked his lips. "And her taste has turned me on. Shit, I can feel my dick throbbing in my pants."
"Fuck her then," the first one said to him. "Fuck her."
The third soldier pulled his mouth away from her other nipple, for while the first man had been eating her, he had slid his mouth from one tit to the other. He slid his hand down to her ass, and then helped her to lie on the ground.
She spread her legs willingly, and looked over at her two girls. Their eyes seemed to be open so wide as they looked at what was going on. Perhaps it was the first time they were ever to see anything like this.
She said something to them, and the first two soldiers looked at the third.
"What did she say to them?" the first one wanted to know.
"She only wants them to understand that she has to do this. That she has no choice. And that she does not want them to think she is bad because she is doing it. She is doing it in the hopes of saving them all."
The second soldier opened his zipper, and pulled his cock out of his pants. It was not a particularly large cock, nor was it small. It was about average in size.
The head was the thickest part of it, and as he rubbed the head against her cunt lips, she started to moan a little bit louder.
He slid his cock right into her, and began to thrust. At first, he was up on his knees, holding her buttocks to keep her cunt raised so that it was at a good level with his cock, and he could move easily. But then, he started to unbutton his shirt, revealing a chest covered with dark black hairs.
He pressed his chest down against her breasts, then started to let her ass rest on the ground. She continued to keep her legs spread, and even thrust up and down against him to make it a little bit easier for him.
The two girls continued to look on, and as the first soldier was looking at the youngest girl, he was licking his lips. He had no idea of how old or young she was, but as he moved closer to her, he started to run his fingers over her smallish -breasts. He ripped at her dress, then ripped at her underwear, until she was naked.
There were fine light-hairs near her pussy, the signs of a girl who was just starting to mature. When the mother saw what he did, she opened her mouth and started to scream, but soon the screaming was turning into a whimpering kind of begging.
"What is she saying?" he asked the first third soldier.
"She does not want you to hurt her daughter," the man translated.
"Tell her that she does not have to worry. I won't hurt her."
He started to push the girl down to her knees in front of him, and then he opened his zipper and pulled out his cock. His was much larger than the cock on the second soldier who was fucking the mother, and as he held himself at the base, he rubbed the thick head of his dick against the girl's lips.
The mother said something, and the soldier didn't even have to ask for a translation. He saw the way the girl stuck her tongue out and began to flick it back and forth over the head of his cock, and knew that the mother had told her what to do.
The girl opened her mouth even wider, and the American soldier began to thrust his cock in deeper. When he felt the head of his cock hitting her throat, he knew that he shouldn't force it on her, because she was so young.
He pulled back, then began a slow and steady thrusting, moving his dick between her lips. He slid his hands down to her two breasts and pressed his palms against them. Then, he heard the way she was starting to moan.
He managed to slide one hand all the way down to her fine lips. He could feel the way that they were getting wetter, and as he looked over at his buddy, who was starting to pull out of the mother, so that he could pull her onto her knees and slide it into her from behind, he started to smile.
"I think that she's never had it before," he said. "I think that she's a virgin and I'm gonna give it to her for the first time."
"You've never had a virgin before?" the third man asked, as he rubbed his crotch and began to eye the older daughter. He was, of course, wondering if the older girl was a virgin like her little sister.
"I was with some bitch once who said that she was, but she didn't have any cherry that I had to pop, so I don't know for sure."
"I thought you were married," the second soldier said, as he did start to slide his dick into the mother from behind, moving his hand around so that he could finger her cunt at the same time, and keep her going.
"I am. But she was a little whore. I knew about it when I married her. One of the reasons that I did was because she was such a hot fuck. She'd been with so many other guys before me that she sure as shit knew what to do."
"Is she still a little whore?" the second one asked, as he started to press his hairy chest against the woman's back.
"No, you scumbag. She's my wife. She's faithful to me."
"The way that you're faithful "to her?" the man asked, and as he started to laugh, the first soldier looked like he was ready to kill.
"Just shut your fucking mouth. I don't want to hear you talking about my wife that way, you fucking prick. Just cut it right there."
"Both of you shut the fuck up," the third soldier said.
And he watched as the first man began to pull his cock out of the young girl's mouth. He pushed her onto her back, the way she had seen her mother taking it a few minutes earlier, and then he spread her legs. He started to move his mouth down to her pussy, but he didn't lick her.
Instead, he spread her cunt lips, and he was spitting wads of saliva into her. The more he spit, of course, the wetter she was getting inside, and when he thought that she was ready for him, he slid up her body.
The mother was looking as the man rubbed his cock against the girl's lips, then began to force his way into her. She looked over at her mother as a tear began to roll down her cheek, and the older woman began to babble again.
"What the hell is she saying?" the first soldier asked, as he did feel his cock coming up against a wall of skin. "What is she saying?"
"That it will hurt a little bit, this being the first time and all. She's trying to let the girl know that it won't be easy, and she's telling her not to scream out loud. She's telling her to bite her lower lip."
And sure enough, that was what the girl was doing. The man pulled his cock back, and then he slammed himself into her.
He could feel the way her body was squirming underneath his, but he didn't really care. He thought that her cunt felt so nice and tight, and since he had spit a hell of a lot into her, she was also really wet.
He waited for a long time, unto she stopped squirming, and then he started to thrust in and out of her, gently. As the third soldier looked at the other two, he started to smile a little bit.
He could see how much they were both enjoying the two women they were fucking.
He looked at the older daughter, then. She had backed up against one of the two standing walls of the hut, and when she saw him looking at her, it was as if she knew that he was going to take her. He could see the way her body started to tremble.
Before he even had a chance to reach for her, the second soldier, who was now thrusting in and out of the-mother faster than he had been before, spoke up.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked the third. "Don't you want to get laid, or what? Are you queer or something? Huh?"
"Fuck you. I wanna get laid all right, but I'm only going to fuck a mouth."
"Why?" the first one asked, feeling such pleasure in this tight virgin girl.
"Because you never know what kind of diseases these women have in their cunts. There's less of a chance of getting diseased in the mouth."
He smiled then, for at the same time, both men stopped moving in the women that they were fucking. He smiled even more, for neither one of them pulled out. They just stopped moving, as if they suddenly realized it.
It was the first soldier, who was having his first virgin, that started to thrust in and out of her again, and he looked at his companion, still fucking the mother from behind. He thrust, as if he wanted his friend to keep thrusting in the mother, too.
"It's too late," he said to his friend. "I mean, if we got anything from them we already got it. There's no reason to stop now."
"Right. And we can always get a shot of penicillin when we get back to camp."
The third soldier smiled, and as he walked toward the older daughter, he started to speak to her. He-was surprised that the other two, who seemed to be so curious about what he said to them when he spoke their language, didn't ask what he was saying now.
Of course, he knew that they were busy, fucking their bound victims, and now that they'd decided on the penicillin shots, they were both getting into it again.
What he told her was this: he said that he was only going to put his cock in her mouth, because he wanted to feel her tongue working him over. He told her that she did not have to worry about him taking her and raping her, because he did not want to do that. He was happily married, and had a wife at home. He could wait until he got home to make love to a woman. Right now, he just wanted a certain kind of relief, and she could do it with her mouth.
He did not rip her dress off, the way the other two men had stripped the other women. Instead, he opened, the buttons so that he could bare her breasts, and as he started to massage them, he was pushing her down on her knees.
She moved her mouth to his crotch and began to suck on the bulge that she saw there. He was loving the way it felt, with the heat burning through the material of his uniform, blowing against his dick.
He continued to massage her nipples for a short while, and then he pulled his zipper open. Of the three American soldiers, his was the largest and thickest cock, and he could see the other two looking at him.
He was thinking that they were both jealous of his dick, but knew that the first soldier who was still fucking the youngest girl, didn't have to be that jealous. His was a pretty big cock, too. The other man, however, had reason to be jealous, because his was not the biggest cock around.
The third soldier started to rub his cock against the girl's lips, and she opened her mouth and sucked it in.
As he started to thrust back and forth a little bit, he could feel the way her tongue was working along the underside of his shaft, and he moaned softly and gave her a few more orders, telling her how to use her tongue, to please him more.
Just then, he could hear the moans of the second man, who was fucking the mother.
His cock was starting to throb hard inside of her, and because she knew what a throbbing cock was all about, she began to moan, too. He started to move faster, sliding it in and out of her, and he knew that he was going to come.
He started to scream it out, so that his other two soldiers would know about his coming, too, and a few seconds later, he could feel the cream of his cock filling this North Vietnamese woman's pussy. A part of him wanted to take a knife and slit her throat as he was coming inside of her, but he didn't do it.
It was a deep seated fantasy of his, to slit the throat of a woman as he was coming inside of her, and this enemy woman's throat would have been perfect, as she was the enemy after all. He was thinking, as the last thick load shot out of his dick, that if he had been alone with her, he might very well have done it.
The third soldier looked at the second one, as he was coming in the woman, and it was almost as if he could read the man's mind. He didn't really like the look that he saw on his face. It was very evil.
He heard the first soldier starting to moan then. He knew that he was going to be coming in the young girl's pussy, and if there was any doubt in his mind, the groans from the girl erased them all.
The throbbing was a new sensation for her, and whether she liked it or not, she had to put up with it. Her pussy was not spasming. In fact, it was good that the man was getting ready to come (though she didn't know that was what was going to happen) because the spittle inside of her was starting to dry up.
The soldier knew it, and he thrust even faster for those last few seconds, until he was shooting his load inside of her. He could hear the way that she was moaning louder and louder, and he did like what he heard, though he knew it was put on.
The first two soldiers had pulled out of their bound women, while the third man was still thrusting in and out of the older daughter's mouth. He knew that her mouth felt nice, but knew something else.
He was not going to come if he just kept thrusting. He was telling her what he wanted her to do, but she was having trouble keeping her mouth wide open, and her teeth kept grazing over his cock shaft.
Eventually, he pulled himself out of her mouth and started to slide his hand up and down his shaft. He could feel the way he was pulsing, and because of the warm breath that she was exhaling against his cock, he started to love the way it was feeling. He told her to stick her tongue out, and he was rubbing the head of his cock against that tongue every so often.
Within a few more seconds, he was shooting his load onto her tongue, and though it was a surprise to her, and he couldn't tell if she liked the taste or not, she did not pull her mouth away for a second.
He shot his entire load onto her tongue, and when he was finished coming, he could see that the other two men were standing, and had stuffed themselves back into their pants. The first soldier picked up his rifle then.
"What are you going to do?" the third man asked him
"Kill her, of course. What do you think? Kill her."
He saw the second soldier picking up his rifle, and aiming it at the mother. He picked his rifle up then, and aimed it at the other two.
"No. You can't kill them. They are prisoners of war. We have to take them in."
"What's the difference? No one will know that we even had them. It's so much easier if we just kill them now "
"Yes," the second man agreed. "Then we can find our unit and when we get back to the camp, we can get our shots of penicillin."
"No. I don't want you to kill them," the third soldier insisted.
And just then, the bomb went off. Whether it was dropped by the enemy, or even by the Americans to make sure all were dead in the village, the three soldiers would never know, for they, and the woman, lost their lives in the explosion.
The three of them were listed as Missing In Action.
CHAPTER THREE
They were watching a movie, and she could feel the way his hand moved around her shoulder. He tried to pull her closer, but Jenny Howard wouldn't let him She was not at all surprised when he moved closer to her.
Of course, what they watched was starting to turn her on a little bit, only because there was a man swimming naked in a lake. When he stood up, you could see the back of his body, and she liked what she saw. Suddenly, the man turned his head a little bit, and Jenny gasped. She felt him massaging her more.
"What is it?" he asked her. "Jenny, what is it?"
"Nothing. I was just thinking of Bobby. Just thinking that he even has an ass like him, and then when he turned his head, well...."
"You thought that it was him, right?" David asked her, and she nodded.
"Mind-reader. How do you know what I think all the time?"
"I've spent a lot of time with you since Bobby's been overseas. I think that I've gotten to know you pretty well. That's how."
She smiled at him, then leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. She could feel his hand sliding up her back, then through her red hair, until he was holding her head. When she felt his tongue moving between her lips, she knew that he wanted to make this as passionate a kiss as he could.
Jenny knew, too, that she would end up submitting to him, and that was something she just couldn't do. She kept her lips closed, even though his tongue was licking them, and finally managed to pull her head back.
"No, David, stop it," she said to him, and she turned her head away.
She hoped that he could read her mind now, hoped that he would understand that she wasn't going to start having an affair with him, though he sure wanted it. She had a husband who was overseas in Vietnam, and he was a man she loved.
Bobby! She looked at his picture every night and thought about him all the time. David was a great friend of hers, a Commander in the military forces. He'd been a good friend of her older brother's, and she'd grown up with him. He had always loved her, though he'd left their small town years before she ever did.
David was stationed in the United States, close to where she lived, and when he looked her up, she knew that he was expecting something to click between them. When she'd been a young girl, she'd adored him, but he'd left town, and her school girl crush had left her shattered for many months.
But she'd gotten over it. Now that she was a mature young woman (and he was still ten years older than she was), David seemed to think that he could start something going with her, but she wouldn't let him.
They'd dated a few times since he'd first called her, and now, as they were sitting in his military jeep, watching the movie at the drive-in, she felt bad for having pulled away from him. She slid her hand to his leg and squeezed it.
"Please, David, you have to understand," she said to him "I do love my husband and I'm not ready for something like this to happen. Please understand."
"All right. I'm not going to pressure you into anything that you don't want."
So he turned and watched the movie, even though he still kept his arm around her shoulder, and still seemed to massage her a little bit.
The action had shifted. The young man they'd seen swimming was suddenly on a college campus, caught up in anti-war protests. Both of them began to feel uncomfortable as they sat in the jeep, because both of them had close relations with this war.
As she felt him fidgeting, because of the way the young ruffian in the film seemed to be putting down the Army, she turned to him.
"David, let's get out of here. No, that doesn't mean I want you to come back to my apartment to fool around. It's just that this film is ridiculous."
"I know. Who the fuck do these punks think they are?"
She agreed, though once, she knew, she would have agreed with the anti-war movement that was being shown in the film. Once, before she married a man who was then drafted and sent overseas to fight. Now, she had to go along with it.
David did drive her back to her apartment, and she invited him in. She made two martinis, put on some soothing music, and sat across from him, a little too scared to be sitting so close, where they might be touching. She knew that if she sat that close to him, something would happen.
It did. The martini began to make her head spin a little bit, and David asked her if she wanted him to make another. His was much stronger than hers had been, but she didn't notice it as she was drinking it, because she'd tasted one and had a buzz.
He sat down right next to her, and put his arm around her.
"Jenny, I don't know how I ever could have let you go," he said to her. "I should have asked you to marry me before I left town, years ago. Then you wouldn't have met him, and wouldn't be another man's wife."
"Stop it, David. I don't want to hear you talking like that."
He laughed, then moved his lips to her neck. As he kissed her gently, she could feel a kind of heat surging through her body, a kind of heat that she hadn't felt in so many months, since Bobby left her.
He began to lick her neck gently, sliding his lips toward her ear. As he flicked his tongue in and out of her ear, she couldn't control herself.
She turned her head, so that her lips were touching his. When he thrust his tongue into her mouth that time, she could feel the heat blazing through her body Both of her hands began to stroke his face.
She slid her fingers through his black hair, then began to lay back on the couch, pulling him back on top of her. She was wearing jeans, but she spread her legs so that his body could fall between them, and his weight could start to press against her cunt lips and make her juices surge.
When he began to lick his way down her neck, lifting his chest up so he could open her blouse buttons, she was moaning.
"David, I'm not going to fall in love with you. I swear it. I'm not going to."
He moved his lips toward the flesh of her shoulders and began to kiss her there. As he did, he could feel the way she was thrusting her crotch up against his body, up and down, in a steady kind of motion, and he loved it.
Soon, he had her blouse buttons open, and as he peeled open the flaps of her blouse, he was looking at her naked breasts. They were large and white, with two dark red nipples perfectly centered on each mound of flesh.
"You're beautiful," he said to her, and then he moved his mouth down to one of her breasts and started to suck on the nipple.
It stiffened as he sucked it, and when he started to flick his tongue back and forth over the tip of it, he heard her moaning even louder. Her flesh began to burst into a light passion sweat, and he could taste the salt of that sweat.
When he slid his lips to her other nipple, it was as stiff as the first one had been. He started to pinch that one gently, and as he was, he could feel the way her two large tits were rising and falling, fast.
Soon, he was licking his way further down her body. As he unsnapped the snap on her jeans, then started to pull the zipper down, she was lifting herself up off the couch, so he could tuck his fingers into the waistband of her panties, and pull them and the jeans down at the same time.
For the first time, David looked at her strawberry blonde pubic patch, and the beautiful glistening cunt lips. He could see how wet they were, and when he moved his tongue toward them, he touched them gently. He could already taste the luscious flavor of her pussy cream, and that made his cock throb harder in his pants.
He began to lick and probe her, flicking his tongue back and forth against her cunt lips, and he could hear the way she was moaning. He slid her jeans all the way down, pulling off her loafers so that he could pull the jeans off over her feet.
As she spread her legs wider for him, he drove his tongue into her cunt. He felt her stiff clit, and began to flick it back and forth as fast as he possibly could. When she was reaching her first peak, he could feel the way she started to thrust up and down so fast, her thighs slapping against his face.
David slid his hands under her buttocks then, and began to massage the sweaty white flesh of her ass, loving the way it felt.
Jenny sat up then, and looked at him as he was eating her. She could only see his dark hair, and for a few seconds, she fantasized that it was blond, and that he was not David at all, but Bobby.
It was not until his eyes looked up at her, and she saw that they were dark eyes and not the light colored eyes her husband had, that she remembered.
She was glad that it did not take away from her pleasures, however.
His tongue was working her over so well, and she could feel the way her pussy juices were flowing, more than they had in such a long time. True, she had masturbated many times since her husband had left her to go to . war, and she'd even bought a dildo, something she once told herself (years ago) she would never buy.
The rubber cock didn't compare to the heated silky flesh of a real one.
Jenny started to slide her hands under his chest, after a few more seconds, and as her fingers worked rapidly against his shirt buttons, she was able to slide one of her hands into his shirt, and feel his chest.
She had sensed that he'd be the kind of man with a lot of chest hairs, and she was glad that he was. She started to run her fingers through the hairs, and as she slid her hand to one of his nipples, it was stiff.
She continued to open his shirt, as he kept eating her, and felt the way he even shifted his body a little bit so that she could open all of the buttons. She started to pull his shirt off, and he let her.
Jenny's hands slid to his shoulders, and massaged them firmly. She heard him moaning, and though she thought it was because of the way she was coming, she was really quite sure that he loved the firm way in which she was massaging him.
Her hands slid from his shoulders, all the way down his back, toward his pants. She managed to slide one hand into his pants, and felt the heat from his buttocks.
"Let me see what you look like naked," she began to moan, feeling very much like a woman in heat. And in many ways, she was.
Jenny Davis had grown up as a rather good girl, in a nice neighborhood where girls did not let their boyfriends have their way. She hadn't lost her virginity until she was twenty, and that was only because some boy got her drunk and she didn't know what he was doing to her until it was too late.
Even so, she didn't remember it. She knew that he had broken her, but she was so drunk that the next day, it all seemed like a bad memory.
She'd met Bobby Howard when she was twenty-three, and he'd been surprised that such a beautiful girl like Jenny had only had sex once, and didn't even remember it. She fell in love with him, adoring him more than any man she'd ever met, and she was very willing to let him make love to her, even before they were married, even before she knew that they would be getting married.
Bobby taught her what sexual pleasure was all about. He taught her how to love the taste of his cock, and the taste of his cream when he shot it into her mouth. He taught her how to love being eaten, and more than anything else, how to love being fucked. And she did love being fucked by him.
They were together for two years, only one of which had been as man and wife, and she hadn't gone a day without his making love to her, and teaching her new things about her senses, and how high she could bring them.
Then he was drafted, and it was all taken away from her.
For twenty-three years of her life, she hadn't known much about sex. Then, in two years, she'd learned almost all that a woman could about sex, and loved every single thing that she learned. She lived for those evenings when he would please her.
Then he was gone. She was back to where she had started from.
David was making her feel that pleasure all over again, and though it was nothing new to her, it was something that she hadn't felt in so long. She was heated, and was dying to touch his hard cock.
As he sat up, her hands moved to his belt, and she was so eager, that her fingers were fumbling, and she wasn't even doing it right. He laughed, pulled her hands away, then opened his belt himself. He opened his pants, too, but her fingers were back there to pull down the zipper, and slide his pants and underpants down for the unveiling of his hard, proud cock shaft.
Jenny only pulled his pants down to his knees, and as his cock sprung forth, she slid her fingers along the underside. She moved them down to the balls, and cupped them rather gently, feeling their weight.
"David, it's a beautiful cock," she said to him, and to let him know that she really meant it, she opened her mouth and started to kiss the head. There were a few oozing drops of come there, that she kissed right away.
Soon she was licking him, then opening her mouth and sliding her lips down the shaft. She slid her lips all the way down the cock shaft, pressing her chin against his balls and her nose against his thick black pubic patch.
She could smell the musky male scent that she had grown to love, and had since gone a long time without.
David was somewhat amazed. He did remember Jenny as being a good, sweet girl, and though he knew that a love for cocks had nothing to do with how good or sweet a girl was, he hadn't expected her to be such an eager cocksucker.
And she was good, too. He could feel the way her tongue was flicking so rapidly back and forth against the underside of his cock shaft, and when he started to throb a little bit, she slid her lips all the way down, and held the head of his cock in her throat for a long time.
She gagged a little bit, and even though her eyes started to tear, he was amazed that she still didn't pull her mouth back.
When she did, she was flicking her tongue rapidly along the underside of his cock, and as she flicked her tongue back and forth near the rim of his cock head, he couldn't hold back for another second.
"Oh Jenny, baby, that feels fantastic," he moaned, and he felt the come spurting against the roof of her mouth, then dripping down over his shaft.
For as he started to come, Jenny was sliding her lips back down the shaft. He could feel the way her suction was increasing, and he thought that it felt so fucking fantastic. His whole body was a mass of passion sweat.
David started to massage her nipples even more as she was sucking his cock, and from the way she was moaning, there was not a single doubt in his mind that she'd loved what she just did, and was even savoring the come on her tongue because she loved the way that the come was tasting.
She held his penis in her mouth for a few more minutes after he had come, and then, as she pulled her mouth back, she was licking her lips.
"Oh, David, that was good," she moaned, and he smiled.
"You're telling me. Jenny, I can't believe you. You're so fucking hot. You're so fucking fantastic. I think you're the most beautiful woman I've...."
"Stop it, David. I don't want to hear you saying that. You're trying to make me fall in love with you I know that you are. Don't keep saying it."
"All right," he said. "There are other things that my lips can do."
He pushed her flat on the couch, then moved his lips to hers. As he did, he was kicking with his legs a little bit, to push his pants all the way off. He managed to kick them onto the floor by the sofa.
As he kept kissing her, he was thrusting his groin up and down so that his cock was rubbing against her heated pussy lips. He could feel the way the heat from her cunt was starting to work him over again.
He pressed down harder, so that his stiffening shaft was starting to grow and rub against her belly. He could hear the way she was moaning through the kiss, and when his cock was perfectly hard, he moved his lips to her ear.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, Jenny. I'm going to slip it into you and give you a nice long fuck. I want to make you come a million times over."
"Oh yes, do it, David. Do it. I want to come a hundred million times over, and I know that your cock can do it to me. I know it."
He moved his hand to the base of his dick, and aimed it down at her cunt lips. As he started to thrust in, he could feel the way the silky smooth lips were opening to let him enter. Her cunt, he could feel, was so eager to have him inside, and when he was all the way in, she wrapped her legs tightly around his ass.
She was holding him so tight, in fact, that he could hardly move at all. Jenny began to thrust her way up and down against him, though, short jerky thrusts, and he knew what she was trying to do.
She was causing her clit to press against his cock, and was getting off on the feeling of his heated shaft against it. When she started to spasm hard, he felt her doing it a little bit faster, and then she exploded.
He loved it. He was nowhere near coming, but he still thought that it was great because he could feel her coming around him. Her spasming cunt walls were giving his dick one of the nicest massages possible.
He felt her loosening her tight leg lock, and then he started to thrust in and out of her rather gently, at first. He could feel the way she was thrusting up to meet him each time he was ready to enter her all the way.
Jenny's hands began to slide up and down his back, and she could feel the way his skin was sweaty. She cupped his buttocks in her two hands, squeezing and massaging them and he loved the way that felt.
"Faster," she began to moan softly. "Faster. And-harder. Harder. I want to feel your groin slapping against my , thighs. I want to feel my thighs stinging from the way your groin is slapping against me. Please, David, nice and fast and hard."
He hadn't expected her to want it that way. He had thought she was the kind of woman who would want it nice and slow, and at first, she had. But he was going to give her just what she wanted, because of how much she turned him on.
David started to fuck her harder. He could feel the way his balls were smashing against her ass cheeks each time he rammed his way in.
He heard the loud slapping sound that his groin was making, and heard the way she would let out a loud, exhaled moan each time it happened.
"Yes, harder," she started to moan again, and he was thinking that he couldn't do it to her any harder. Then, he could feel the way she was moving her legs.
While his cock was still inside of her, she was moving her legs around so that the back of them were rubbing against his chest. Her feet were soon resting on his shoulders, and as he climbed onto his knees, he was pushing her ass up higher.
"Now slap my ass, David," she started to moan. "I want to feel you slapping my ass nice and hard. Please, do it to me."
He pulled his hand back and smashed her buttock with the palm.
When he did, he could feel the way her cunt spasmed even harder around his cock. It was so fucking incredible, he was thinking.
He smashed his hand down against her buttock over and over again, and each time that his pafrn made contact, he could feel the way her cunt spasmed around him so fucking hard. He loved the way that it was feeling.
He slowed down many times, because those tight spasms were bringing him much to close to his orgasm He didn't want to come so fast, and knew that he could make make her come so many more times. Of course, he had an ulterior motive.
He was falling in love with her, and he wanted her to fall in love with him He wanted her to think that he was such a good fuck, that she would want him over almost every night that he could make it. He knew that he would come to her in a second, if she wanted him again. If she wanted him.
"Come," she started to moan, a few seconds later. "Come."
It was amazing. He had been throbbing hard inside of her, and he was very close to coming in her. He hadn't really thought that she could feel it, but he knew now that she could, and he gave her what she wanted.
His cock started to explode inside of her pussy, and as he was coming, she was moaning louder than she had been before. He moved his lips to hers and kissed her, feeling the way she rammed her tongue in and out of his mouth.
Her hands were rubbing up and down his back even more rapidly than they had been before, and he loved the way his skin was tingling under her touch.
He stayed deep inside of her pussy for a very long time. His cock throbbed for a few minutes after he had finished coming, and as he pulled his lips away from hers, he looked at her face. He could see that her expression was changing. It was as if she was coming out of her sexual high, and suddenly realizing what she'd done.
"That was nice, David," she said, with very little passion. "It was very nice, but I think that you'd better go now."
"I'd like to have one more drink. I think you should have one, too."
"All right. But get dressed first and then after we've had it, I really think that you should go. I'm sorry about what happened.
"Don't be," he said to her. "It was fantastic."
"Yes, it was nice. But don't start to build your hopes up."
They had their last drink in silence, and as she showed him to the door, she gave him a nice kiss on the cheek. He turned around and saw her smiling as she stood by the door and watched him get into his jeep.
And as he was driving off, he was thinking about the way she'd wanted it so hard, and how the slapping hand made her come harder than ever.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Well, what do you think?" Captain Rick Stern asked the lovely blonde reporter.
"I don't know how anyone could live in such conditions."
"Well, there is war going on," he said to her.
"I know that, Captain Stern. You don't have to remind me. Why the hell do you think CBS sent me over here? For vacation?"
He was trying to be as charming as he possibly could, but this Sally Quaig bitch was really one fucking ballbuster. If he could, he would have gone to the General and asked him to get someone else to show this cunt around.
He was showing her around the base where the men were stationed in the south, and he knew that the living quarters were crude. He also knew that it was possible that they might have to pack up in a matter of minutes to move the camp further south, should they be invaded. Therefore, they wouldn't even bother to put up any permanent kind of buildings, because it was senseless.
He watched the expression on Sally's face as a few men walked by. She made eye contact with all of them, and even turned her head to follow them as they walked by. The three men also turned their heads because they were thrilled to see such a beautiful woman in the middle of all this ugliness.
"And the men seem to be so hot for me," she said to the Captain "I wonder why?"
He smiled. He wanted to tell her that if they could only get to know her, they Would probably not be as hot for her anymore. After all, though she was pretty, she was a snotty ballbusting cunt of a bitch.
He had been told, however, to be polite to her, so he explained it.
"Well, most of these men haven't seen an American woman in a long time," he let her know. "Some of them haven't seen any kind of woman in a long time."
"Too bad," she said, rather snippily. "But I thought that a lot of the men go into town when they get leave. And I'm sure that a lot of the Vietnamese women are selling themselves. Come on now, Captain, be honest with me. You've gone into town and used a Vietnamese woman, haven't you? Haven't you been with a whore?"
Oh, you are such a whore, he felt like telling her, but he didn't say it.
"Of course. I'm a man with a normal sex urge. But you have to understand something, Miss Quaig," he said to her, and she interrupted him.
"Ms., Captain. If you don't mind. I prefer Ms."
"All right, Ms. Quaig. When you're used to the soft white flesh of an American woman, and suddenly you're thrust into another country where the skin is a different color, and the women are not the same as the ones you've been used to, it's not the same at all. These men here are looking at you because, well, you're a fairly attractive woman, and you're also probably the first blonde they've seen in a long time."
"But a woman is a woman with the typical man," she said to him. "Don't you agree'.''
"I don't really know what you're talking about," he said to her.
"I mean, that most of the men are only interested in one thing, and that's getting between a woman's legs and into her. Who cares what color her skin is? Who cares as long as she's wet between her legs and moans a little bit."
Captain Stern wanted to hit this woman more than he'd ever wanted to hit anything else -be it man, woman, or beast.
In fact, he was thinking, he'd really never wanted to hit any woman before (though he did have a desire to hit certain men, and certain beasts), but Sally Quaig was a first. He started to shake his head no.
"See, Ms. Quaig," he said, emphasizing the 'Ms.' part, "a woman who comes off as feminist as you do has her beliefs about men, and it seems like nothing any man can say or do will change those beliefs. In other words, Ms. Quaig, you happen to be a victim of severe narrow mindedness."
"I beg your pardon, Captain Stern!"
"I hate to be rude, but you've got it all wrong, sister. At least when it comes to the men who serve in this man's Army. They're not willing to just fuck anything, the way you seem to be implying. And goddamn it, if any one of them had the chance to talk to you the way that I'm talking to you, I'm sure he wouldn't turn his head and look twice. I'm sure he'd be happier with a yellow body."
There, he was thinking, I said it, and let the bitch do what she wants.
At first, her face started to turn red, and he thought it could either be anger or embarrassment. She opened her mouth, as if she was going to scream at him, but that didn't happen, either. She just closed her mouth.
And then, she actually came out and apologized. He hadn't expected it.
"I'm really sorry, Captain. I might have come here with a certain attitude, but that's only because of the way I feel about this war, and not about men in general. I really think that we have no place here in Vietnam, and when I think about how many men are being killed, well, it irks me."
"It irks all of us, Ms. Quaig," he said. "And believe me, none of us want to be here."
"Well, I'm glad we've come to some kind of an understanding," she said to him "Now, I would like to explore the jungle a little bit, if you don't mind. Can we take a jeep out there, or do we have to walk?"
"We could take a jeep part of the way, as long as there's a road."
"Good," she said, and for the first time since he'd been showing her around, she smiled at him, pleasantly, without a note of sarcasm of hatred. "Shall we?"
Captain Stern walked toward the jeep, started it, then patted the seat so that she could hop in beside him As he was driving out of the camp, he saw a few of the soldiers winking at him, and even heard some leering remarks being screamed out.
She turned her head and looked at them, and when she turned back to him, she still had that pleasant smile on her face.
"Well, Captain, it seems to me like the men are envious of you."
"It seems that way to me, Ms. Quaig," he said to her, smiling.
"Really, you can call me Sally," she said to him. "Sally will do fine. Now tell me some things about these jungles. Aren't they infested with bugs?"
"Among other things," he said to her. "More than anything else, they're wet and hot, and it's so easy for the enemy to be hiding."
"Do you think it's safe for us here then?" she asked him.
"I'm quite sure. We have men patrolling the area, and I really don't think any Northerners could have come in without us having been warned."
"That makes me feel a hundred times better, Captain," she said, and as she sat back in the jeep, she seemed to relax a hell of a lot more than she'd been before. It was then that he felt her hand on his thigh.
At first, Captain Rick Stern thought that she might have just put it there to comfort herself, but when he turned and looked at her, he could see that she had a smile on her face. As his eyes kept looking into hers, he could see something else. She was starting to run her tongue over her lips.
"Tell me something, Captain. Were you really telling the truth before?"
"About what, Sally?" he asked her. "And by the way, you can call me Rick."
"Well Rick, about what you said. That all women are not alike."
"Of course. I can't wait until I get home. I have a wife there who I really do love. I was honest with you when I told you I have gone into town, but doing it with a yellow woman was not the same at all."
He continued to drive, and suddenly, he felt her hand sliding further up his thigh. Within a few more seconds, her hand was cupping the bulge in his pants, and she was starting to massage it gently.
"Rick, I'd be more than happy to be your first American girl in months," she said to him, and he felt himself throbbing.
Within a second, he was pressing his foot down on the brake, as hard as he possibly could. The jeep came to a halting stop, and Rick turned off the engine. He turned to her, and before he could stop himself, he was pressing his lips against hers, thinking that her mouth even tasted better than the mouth of a Vietnamese girl.
Her hand began to open his zipper, and when he felt her reaching inside, she was already pulling his underwear down a little bit, then starting to rub the thick head of his cock. He leaned back against the seat of the jeep as she started to move her hand around, and soon, she was pulling his cock out of his pants.
She rubbed the come drops over the slit of his cock, and he started to moan when he felt her moving her mouth down.
Sally kissed his cock head, and her tongue flicked the come away from the slit. She opened her mouth even more, and started to slide her lips down the shaft, sucking as hard as she possibly could.
Rick began to moan softly, sliding his hand near her buttocks. She was wearing a skirt, and he slid it up to her hips, then began to move his hand into her panties. Her buttocks felt so warm, and he loved the way the heat was rubbing over his palm.
He massaged her buttocks gently, and heard her moaning louder.
"Sally, this is so nice of you," he started to tell her. "I can't believe how good you're making me feel doing this to me."
"Anything to help our men in war," she said, as she rubbed his come dripping cock head against her cheek, smearing the come there. "Besides, Rick, I'm not as Ms. as I come off as being."
He smiled at her, then slid his fingers toward her pussy lips, sliding his hand between her legs in order to get there.
He could feel the velvety wetness of her cunt, and as he started to wiggle her love button a little bit, she slid her mouth back around his cock head. He felt the way her tongue started to run all the way around the rim of his cock, and he could feel the way he was starting to throb a little bit.
"Sally, I don't think that I'm going to be able to hold back much longer. You have such a skilled mouth, and it's really doing a number on me."
"Come whenever you're ready, Rick," she moaned, rubbing his shaft against her cheek once more.
Once again, she opened her mouth, and as she started to slide her lips back down his shaft, he could feel the pressure building up. He held back for only a few more seconds, because he knew that it would shoot out more powerfully if he did.
As. he started to explode, he could hear her moaning.
And she was, too. Sally had admired this handsome dark-haired man the second he had been assigned to show her around. And though she had been acting like a cunt, it really wasn't that much of an act.
That was the way she had been raised, and taught to treat men. She realized that she turned a lot of men off that way, but didn't care. Men had fucked her mother over left and right, and many of them had fucked her over.
One of the triumphs of her life was working her way up to a reporter, passing by many of the men who wanted her to fail.
Of course, she hadn't been thrilled about coming to Nam, because it was not the most glamorous job that a woman could have. But when her boss told her that he had been considering giving the job to a man, but thought of her first, she knew that there was no way she could turn it down.
She wanted to prove that she could do everything a man could do, only better.
Rick had seen right through her, calling her out the way he had, and that changed her whole attitude about him. Had he let her continue with her bitchy remarks, she probably wouldn't have thought too much of him. She had seen him getting ready to explode a few times before he actually did, and though he had cut her to ribbons when he exploded, she still admired him.
She admired him even more as he was coming in her mouth.
For she did love the way the come was tasting, and though she didn't look up at him, she did like the moaning sound that he was making.
As his cock seemed to be going limp in her mouth, she could hear him starting to make a gurgling sound, and she liked it. In many ways, it was the kind of sound that a baby would make, after doing something pleasant, like sucking on its mother's tit.
She didn't look up at him for the longest time, and chances were good that she wouldn't have looked up (because she wanted to keep his cock hard in her mouth so that he could fuck her) had she not felt something wet dripping on her hair.
She moved her hand a little bit, and the wetness dripped on it.
Then, as she looked at her hand, she quickly pulled her mouth away from his cock, for what she saw terrified her.
It was blood, and it was bright red. As she quickly looked up, she let out a scream.
Rick's neck had been sliced open, and his head was being held back by a horrid looking yellow man. The man was leering at her and smiling triumphantly.
"Hello little blonde American bitch," he screamed at her.
Sally's whole body froze for a second, but then, she started to scramble out of the jeep. She could feel the way her high heels were a hindrance, but she didn't care that much, because all she wanted to do was get away.
Her heels sunk in the mud of the jungle, and it didn't take more than a few seconds before she felt him jumping on her from behind.
He pushed her down into the mud, and as he rolled her over, she tried to kick him. Then, she saw the way he moved the knife to her throat, and pressed it there. He did draw some blood, but he did not kill her.
He just waited until she had passed out, and then he rolled her over. He pulled her arms behind her back, and took a thick cord from his pants loops. He tied her arms behind her back, then picked her up and threw her over his shoulders.
He walked through the jungle for many hours, and though she came to a few times, when she realized that she was in the hands of the enemy, she passed out. Therefore, she had no idea of how long she'd been unconscious.
When she woke up, her blouse had been torn open in the front, and her hands were still bound behind her back. Her vision was blurry, at first, and though she wanted to rub her eyes, she soon realized that it was impossible.
"Help," she started to moan softly, for her throat seemed to be dry, and she was choking a little bit on her words. "Help."
About a minute later, a small yellow man walked into the hut.
"Welcome to my home, Miss American pig," he said to her.
"Who the hell are you? You fucking murdering bastard! Let me go."
He slapped her hard across the face, and she could feel her cheek stinging. The slap was painful, but she still had some fight left in her.
She tried to lift her leg to kick him where it hurt, and she almost got him. Her foot seemed like it was just about to make contact, when he grabbed it, then started to twist her foot around. She thought he was going to break it, so she rolled over on her stomach. It wasn't until she was lying on her stomach that she felt even more defenseless, because of the way her hands were bound and all.
She felt him sitting on the back of her legs, and then he started to pull her skirt and panties off, baring her buttocks.
She felt his hands smash down on her ass flesh, and she let out a groan. Then, his. hands began to pry her buttocks apart, and she could feel the way he was moving a finger toward her asshole. He rubbed her there.
"Ah yes, the pink hole of an American bitch," he said to her. "I wonder if her hole is clean, or if she is a filthy pig."
"You're the filthy pig," she said to him. 'You murderous bastard."
He moved his hand to her hair, and pushed her face down into the earth. She didn't close her mouth fast enough, and felt some dirt on her lips. The harder he pressed her face down, the more trouble she had breathing. Eventually, he let up on her, and she was able to turn her head to the side and inhale.
She felt him sliding up her legs a little bit, and when she felt the piece of flesh rubbing over her buttocks, she knew it was his cock.
He started to spit onto his hand, and then she felt him rubbing it against his shaft and her buttocks at the same time.
"My sweet American ass," he said to her. "I would let you suck my cock first, but let the taste of your American soldier linger on your lips. Who knows when you will get to taste an American again?"
And then, she remembered the slit in Rick's neck, and all the red blood. Only a few drops had landed on her, but his shirt had been soaked with it.
The yellow man began to pull his cock back a little bit, and then he was pressing the saliva coated shaft down against her ass cheeks. He started to press her cheeks together around his cock, and she groaned.
"Please, let me go," she said to him, and he started to laugh.
"Let you go?" he asked her. "But why should I do something like that? You've just arrived, and I'd think you'd want to make it a long stay."
The way he laughed made her whole body shudder, and when he started to pull back once again, then aim his cock head at her asshole, she began to scream.
"Someone please help me. Someone please. He's going to rape me."
Suddenly, she felt the cold blade against her throat. He wasn't pressing it hard enough to kill her, or even cut her. But she did feel the blade, and she knew that her life could be ended in a few seconds, the same way Rick's had ended.
Rick. She hadn't even known what was happening to him until it was too late. She'd been lost in the taste and feeling of his cock in her mouth. Some Ms.
He rammed his cock right into her asshole, and though she wanted to scream, she could not. For the second he had placed the blade near her throat, she'd heard that evil voice starting to speak softly.
He was almost speaking in a pleasant, seductive kind of tone, but what he was saying to her was not at all pleasant.
"Scream again, American bitch, and it's the last sound that will ever come from your body. It's the last breath that you will ever exhale. Yes, so open your mouth and scream. I'd like to hear it again. There was a lilting quality to it. It was rather soothing. Go on and scream again, sweet blonde American."
She couldn't stand him. His cock was ripping her body in part, the saliva lubrication that he'd smeared on his shaft wasn't even working that well, and the one thing she desired the most was to scream and let it all out.
But he had warned her first, and now he seemed to be trying to make her.
When he said it, whispering softly for her to scream, as he was fucking her ass so hard, his cock started to throb. It was almost as if he had some kind of fantasy of cutting her throat while he was fucking her.
As if the orgasm he'd have as he slit would be the ultimate.
His balls were slapping against her ass, and his dry cock was now ripping at the skin of her asshole. She felt his tongue starting to flick in and out of her ear, and. his hand was sliding under her breast.
She tried to grab his cock with her bound hands, which were behind her back and between their bodies. When she first tried, she touched his stomach, and knew that his cock was too far down to reach.
Besides, she was even thinking, what could I do with it when I got it? Even if I tried to dig my nails into it, he would cut my throat.
Tears' continued to flow from her eyes, and she felt him throbbing harder inside of her. The throbbing was ripping at her ass, spreading her much more than anyone would ever want to be spread in their life.
"Come," she started to moan. "Come in me, please. Hurry. Shoot that seed into me. I want to feel it so badly I want to feel it now. Come."
"Oh, she is a whore. The rest of my men will like that."
She gasped. Was he planning to serve her to the others? The thought of having other yellow men taking her made her nauseous, and she began to gag a little bit. He might have thought that it was the knife blade, for he did pull it back a little bit, and she was able to breathe better.
Just then, she heard how heavily he was breathing in her ear.
"Yes," she started to moan. "Yes. Come in me now. Please."
He started to explode inside of her, and though the throbbing that she felt right before the cream ejaculated into her asshole was perhaps the worst she'd felt so far, the come that was shooting out was good.
For he kept sliding in and out of her, and his dick was smearing that come all over her ass walls. It was helping to soothe the chafing feeling.
He kept himself inside of her for a long time, and she felt the way his cock twitched a little bit more. Then, he pulled out of her fast, and that hurt. He rolled her over on her back, and pushed down on her belly.
Sally felt the way her ass was pressed down against the ground, and once again, she opened her mouth to scream with pain. She saw him holding up the knife just in time, and she held back the scream.
But her ass was burning, and he knew it. And by pressing on her belly, he had purposely been trying to make her feel the pain shoot through her body more.
She saw him laugh. Then he stuffed-his cock back into his pants, and started to pull up the zipper. When he turned his back to leave the hut, she did something that she never would have believed. She managed to kick him, but not even hard enough. His body lurched forward a little bit, and he caught his balance.
"Oh, even after a fuck you are a fiery American bitch. Yes, you shall have a long, welcome stay here. You shall."
All Sally was thinking then was that she should have let him slit her throat.
Outside, he smiled at Siato, and Siato smiled back.
"I'm glad that you liked her, Ying," he said. "I thought you would."
CHAPTER FIVE
She tossed and turned in bed that night, with dreams starting out beautifully and then turning into the most hideous nightmares.
She dreamed that someone was making love to her. She was on the ground, which was unusual, because she had never made love on a dirt floor before.
The man was thrusting in and out of her, and she loved the way it felt. Her pussy was flowing over and over again, and though the cock throbbed, it seemed like it was never going to come. It seemed like she would keep coming forever.
She opened her eyes and looked at the face of her lover.
It was Bobby. She could see the smile on his face, and see the way he was licking his lips gently. Then he moved his tongue to her lips and began to trace his way around them. His hairy chest was pressing hard against her breasts, and she loved the way it felt when he started to move around, because then the heat of his chest was sending heat waves rushing through her body
"I love you, baby," he said to her. "I love you. I don't want to go."
"Then don't," she was moaning back. "Don't. Well get away,"
"Yes," he said, and almost as if he was excited about it, his cock started to throb harder inside of her. It felt wonderful as her clit was being crushed, because it really wasn't being crushed that badly. His cock was pliable enough so that her clit could push back against it It never felt that horrible. In fact, each time the cock throbbed and crushed it, her juices flowed more.
She ran her hands up and down his back, to his strong, taut ass.
"Tell me more, Bobby, tell me more," she moaned softly.
"Well run away to Canada, baby, and I can get a job there, and you can get a job there, and we'll be okay. You know that the only thing we need to make it in this world is each other. Right? Right? So well have each other and we won't be living as comfortably as we are now. But we'll have each other."
"Yes, baby," she moaned, and she closed her eyes. The heat of his flesh was starting to burn through her, and then, she heard his voice.
The tone of it started to change, and along with the change, the thrusting was getting harder. His groin was smashing between her legs.
"You're crazy, you know that Jenny? Really crazy."
"What? What do you mean? What are you saying?"
"We can't do anything like that. Don't be ridiculous. I have to go. I have to serve my country. Besides, do you think that we could really make a go of it in Canada? You'd have to be out of your mind to think that."
"I know we can, Bobby. I just know it. Really. Believe me."
"No, baby, you're wrong. See, there are so many of us up there, that there aren't even enough jobs for the Canadians. We wouldn't be doing as well as we are here, and believe me, we're doing shit here. Barely getting by."
"We just need love," she said to him, and she started to cling to him.
Her eyes were still closed, and her cheek was pressed against his shoulder. She didn't want to let him go, and he seemed to be trying to pull away from her.
"No, Bobby, we will get away. We will do anything to make money just so we can get by. I just don't want you to go. You'll be killed."
"I've gotta go, baby, let me go," he started to say to her, and he began to say it over and over again. His voice was almost singing it, and each time he said it he tried to pull away from her even more.
He managed to break away from her tight arm lock around his back, and though she had her legs wrapped tightly around his ass by this time, he was still thrusting. She had a feeling that he wasn't trying to break away from that yet.
"Bobby, don't go. I'll do anything for you. I'll whore for you."
"Who with?" he asked her, and she smiled.
"David. Remember. My brother's friend David. He'll pay me."
Suddenly, she was being slapped hard across the face. She tried to grab his hand as she opened her eyes, and saw the blur of flesh flashing by her face and hitting her, over and over again. His arm moved like a mechanical part.
His other hand grabbed her two hands and he pulled them up over her head. He slipped something around her wrists. It was a confining leather noose, and as he pulled it tighter, she couldn't pull her hands down.
"I've married a real whore," he was saying to her. "A real whore. I could stay here and be your pimp, but I gotta go baby, let me go. I gotta go."
"No, I was only kidding," she started to scream, but his fingers were ripping at her flesh, making her bleed, slapping at her, leaving black and blue marks all over the parts of her flesh where there was no blood.
She could feel some blood dripping on her own flesh, and then she felt the way Bobby was starting to come inside of her. She could feel thick wads of his hot cream shooting deep inside of her body, and she loved it.
He stopped hitting her then, as if the orgasm was taking up all of his energy, and she could feel his cock throbbing so much.
"Oh Bobby, this feels nice again," she said, and she slid her hand up to his chest, through his dark hairs.
But his hairs felt wetter than usual. Wetter than if he just had burst out into a passion sweat. Almost sticky. More sticky than come.
In her dream, she opened her eyes for the first time since he had started to slap her, since he had bound her wrists. She looked up first, and saw that one of her wrists was still bound. She didn't know how the other one had gotten free, but that was the one she could feel getting wetter and wetter.
When she slid it up to his neck, then to his head, she looked at him.
For her hand was touching nothing from the neck up. As if he had no head. As if his head had been blown off, and the hole there was spurting forth the blood that was now not only running on her hand, but pouring down all over her body.
She screamed and tried to push him off her, but he was thrusting so hard. And from somewhere, she could hear that voice again.
"I gotta go, baby, let me go. I gotta go, baby, let me go."
She could hear it echoing around her, and she moved her one hand to her ear and tried to keep out the sound. She tried hard to pull her other hand free as the headless body continued to move in and out of her.
As she pulled, her wrist felt like it was bleeding, and that was when Jenny Howard sat up in bed, holding both of her ears, screaming loud. It took her a second to realize that it was only a dream. A dream turned nightmare.
She quickly moved the one hand that had miraculously freed itself in the dream, toward the other hand that had still been bound, that was still bleeding at the wrist. She didn't feel any blood, and didn't look at her hand until she was sure that she didn't feel it. It had all been a nightmare. .
As she stood up and walked to the bathroom to get a valium, she thought about her dream, and wondered what it meant.
It wasn t hard for Jenny to figure out a lot of it.
She remembered the night before Bobby was leaving her to go to Vietnam She remembered the way he had been making love to her, and how he had started to make up that plan to go to Canada, one which she loved.
She had even started to take him seriously, until she realized that he wouldn't do it. She'd clung to him, praying that he wouldn't pull out of her, wouldn't leave her. She did have her eyes closed when he slapped her across the face, for the very first time during their relationship.
Later, he would tell her that she started to scream, and she was getting hysterical. He would tell her that it was the only way to calm her down.
But why did she remember him hitting her a few times? And why did she remember the feeling of his cock throbbing harder inside of her body, as if he had really been turned on the second his hand slapped her?
Maybe that was why he kept hitting her. But Jenny did remember that the night before Bobby left, he'd beaten her. She didn't really know how bad it was until she woke up the next morning -next to him, for their last morning together. She wanted to roll over and snuggle up to him, and she did roll over.
She felt the pain on her side then, and another pain between her legs.
He was still sleeping, and when she got out of bed and looked at herself in the mirror, she could see that her body was covered with black and blue marks. One of her eyes was black and blue, and swollen like crazy.
Her lip was sore and split, and she was quite sure that the red between her legs, dried against her skin, was blood.
Jenny thought about that as she put the pill in her mouth and drank a little bit of water with it. She walked back to the bed, turning on the nightlight so she could see, then lay back to think some more.
Bobby had told her he didn't remember a thing, and it was only after he was gone that she thought about it a lot more. He only said he slapped her once to calm her down, because she was getting hysterical, going crazy.
Why was she black and blue? Because as far as she could remember, he was the hysterical one going crazy, hitting her over and over again.
It was the first time since he'd gone that she ever had the nightmare about it.
She hadn't really thought about it too much except for the day when he left, because she was battered the most that day, and also because she had a lot of time to think. She didn't go to see him off, the way they'd planned it, because she was too ashamed to go out looking the way that she did. Even dark glasses couldn't hide the rest of the bruise marks on her face.
So she'd thought about it then, and even dreamed a little that night.
But never again, until this night. And she knew why, because she'd even said his name in the dream It was the thing that had set Bobby off.
She told him that she would whore, and then she said David's name.
He had only left her a few hours ago, after she'd made love to him.
When he did leave, she read a little while, then knew that she was going to have to think the whole thing through, all over again. She had been lonesome, and his touch aroused her. That was all there was to it.
She needed someone, and he was there.
Jenny had loved the way his body felt when it was pressed against hers. There was a heat that she hadn't felt in the longest time, since the night Bobby left.
Of course, she felt guilty about what she had done. She tried to talk the guilt out of herself, even thinking that Bobby might be fucking around with some of the native women in South Vietnam. She couldn't really blame him. He was a man with an urge, and up until the time that she left, she'd fulfilled his urge.
Jenny knew that no matter how she would try to explain it to Bobby, if she would ever explain it, he still wouldn't understand. He would be furious with her.
The pill began to make her a little bit more drowsy, and as she lay back on her bed, in the position she usually slept in, she was glad she turned on the light. She didn't feel so alone in the dark.
Anyway, she was starting to think of that other part. The part where she'd felt the blood and seen the headless torso.
What did that mean? Surely she'd mentioned David's name because of what had happened between David and herself that night, but what about the headless torso?
Once, she'd dreamed about a crushed cat, when she was a little girl, and the next day, as she was walking home, she saw a car coming to a screeching halt.
She heard a loud scream, and had no idea of what happened, until she ran over and saw the cat that the car had just crushed.
She only talked with a few people about it. Some gypsy lady her mother took her to said she had a power, but Jenny's mother didn't believe it, and Jenny didn't believe it, either. And she'd never had a dream like that again.
Until this night! Until Bobby didn't have his head.
"No, Jenny," she said to herself, sitting up again and reaching over so she could get a box of cigarettes and smoke one.
And she wondered. If she didn't believe it, why were her hands shaking so much?
Jenny sat there smoking the cigarette until it was a butt, and then she put the filter in the ashtray. She had decided why Bobby had no head. She decided that it was just God's way of punishing her for what she had done with David and she told herself that she was never going to do it again.
God was just giving her a warning, to let her know that it would happen if she did anything with David again.
When sleep overcame the pretty redhead once again, it was still an uncomfortable sleep. She could see herself in a thick jungle forest, walking through the mud, breaking large pieces of foliage to get through.
She stopped, and found herself looking at a very small village. There was a hut nearby, and as she started to crawl toward it, she could hear a kind of groaning.
"Help me, please," the voice was saying, and it was so low in sound, that she was sure it had to be Bobby. Perhaps he was in some kind of trouble. She knew that she was going to get to him.
When she was near the open door, she was able to look in. It was not Bobby at all. Instead, she could see some blonde woman, bound in such a horrid way. There were two trees at either end of the hut, and the woman was stretched out between them.
She looked something like a hammock, though she was human.
Suddenly, there was whipping sound, and Jenny could see a leather whip slashing into the woman's body. She looked over and saw a yellow black-haired man. She knew enough now to know that he was Vietnamese, though whether he was North or South, she couldn't tell. They all looked alike.
He walked over to the bound naked body, and started to run his hand across the flesh. He was rubbing his fingers over the wound he'd just made, and though Jenny couldn't see the woman's face, because her head was hanging all the way back, she could see the blonde hair, and the way it was shaking up and down.
The woman's whole body began to do some kind of contortions, and Jenny could see how the confining ankle and wrist ropes were making her bleed. Though she seemed to want to scream in pain, she was not.
The redhead knew why a few seconds later. She watched as the ugly man began to move the knife down the woman's body, and knew that the man must have been pressing the knife against her neck, while his fingers dug into the bloody lash mark wounds.
"Please, kill me," the woman started to moan. "Kill me, you bastard."
"And yet you have the fire. Yet you still burn with fire. I can exhaust you by brutalizing you, and yet you still have heat in you Heat enough to give you energy and make you spit back with anger."
"You bastard. You fucking bastard," the woman screamed.
And suddenly the man was lighting a match. He was moving the match toward the woman's pubic patch, and it shot up in flames.
Suddenly, Jenny felt surrounded by flames. She looked back at the jungle and saw that it was one big blaze. She started to run across the empty field, staying low so that she would not be seen by anyone.
But then, she was back in the flaming jungle again. Running. Running.
Wherever she went, she seemed to be surrounded, until she came to a small village. She started to run toward it, because that area didn't seem to be filled with flames, and it was just like it had been before.
There was a hut. She could hear someone moaning from the hut, moaning for help, and she started to crawl over to see what was going on.
Then, she could see the same woman, bound in the same position. The man was starting to move toward her, but this time, he was taking his cock out of his pants. He started to aim it near her face as she gasped, and Jenny saw the way the man began to urinate right on her face.
And suddenly, the sky was bursting with lightening and thunder, and she was running back toward the jungle for cover. The foliage was so thick she could hardly see her way, and the rain was really like a wall in front of her.
She kept running, until she got to a place where it was no longer raining. And once more, she was on the outskirts of the jungle and she could see a small village.
Her skin felt hot from the flames, and wet from the rain, and as she stood there, remembering that she had been this way twice before, she was shaking her head. She couldn't go there again. She was too scared of what she might see.
And yet there were those screams again. Someone sounded like she was in pain, and needed help desperately. She could not turn away She started to crawl along the ground, wet and worn, crying a little bit because she was frightened of what she knew she was going to see in there.
When she got near the open door of the hut, she looked in.
It was the woman again. She was bound, but Jenny couldn't see the ugly man at first. It seemed like it was completely silent inside. Then, out of nowhere, the man appeared, and started to laugh. He lifted the yellow-haired woman's head up by the hair, and the woman looked right at Jenny.
"Help me," her lips began to move and say, but just then, the man ran his knife across her neck, and she uttered her last breath.
He let her head fall back, and the body hung, limp and lifeless.
The man looked over at Jenny, and as his evil eyes looked right into hers, she could feel her whole body starting to tremble. She saw the way he was moving his hand toward his crotch. He was starting to rub his cock, and the bulge was getting bigger and bigger. When he took his cock out of his pants, the head was dripping with come.
Then, he looked back at the blonde. He started to lift her head up.
And Jenny could see it. She could see it.
The woman's hair was no longer blonde, but reddish, like her own. And when she found herself looking at the lifeless face, it was no longer the blonde's face, but her own. She was looking at herself tied up there, dead.
She opened her mouth and started to scream, then sat up in bed once again. Her whole body was trembling, and the scream still seemed to be ringing through her.
It took a few seconds to realize that the scream was the ringing telephone, and she reached over to pick it up, looking at the clock. It was three in the morning. Why would anyone be calling her so late at night?
"Jenny, it's David," she heard the voice saying.
"David. David."
"Honey, are you all right? You don't sound good. What's the matter?"
"David. I don't know I don't know. I've been having these dreams. I don't know what they are. They're nightmares."
"I'm coming right over," he said, and she started to tell him no, but he spoke fast, before she had a chance to say anything. "I have something to tell you, and besides, you don't sound very good. Look, if you have any Valium take one. You sound like you could really use it, honey."
He hung up fast, and she thought about calling him back. She didn't want him to come over because she knew that something would happen. But then, she remembered what he said, about having something to tell her.
Of course, her mind began to race with a million thoughts, all of them bad, and she got up and ran to the bathroom as fast as she could. She took a second Valium, then walked into the kitchen to get some juice.
Jenny was sitting in the living room with her robe wrapped tightly around her naked body, when she heard a knocking on the door. She walked over and looked through the peephole before she opened it, just to make sure it was her.
He hugged her hard, and she went with it, until she remembered God's warning. She pulled away from him, and turned her back, walking to the couch.
"What did you have a nightmare about?" he asked her.
"Nothing," she said. "I'm over it. The pill did wonders. I feel all right."
She did want to tell him, everything, but she thought about that warning. If she did anything with him again, Bobby would be killed.
"What did you come to tell me?" she asked him. He moved closer to her and sat down. As he reached over to touch her hand, she tried to pull it back, but he held it tightly.
"Hey, calm down. I'm not going to bite you. Believe me. I just don't know how to tell you this. I didn't go home right away. I decided to go back to the office, and just get a few things done. That was when I saw it. There was a list on my desk."
"What?" she said, and she looked into his eyes. She was panic-stricken inside, but the drug seemed to have numbed her enough. "Bobby's dead?"
"No," he said to her, and she burst into tears. She couldn't have heard anything better. She would have just died if he said yes. "He's missing in action."
"Huh?" she asked him.
"They don't know what happened to him. He went out with his unit and they blew up a town, and he and two other men never returned. They haven't found his body or anything, so all they can assume is he's missing in action."
She started to move closer to him, hugging him tight, because she did need someone. She didn't ever care about her nightmare anymore. As long as he wasn't dead, she knew, then there was a chance he still lived. She didn't let him make love to her, though he did suggest sleeping over, and she let him, because she wanted another body to be there lying next to hers.
And it was not until the next morning when she heard on the radio, that news correspondent Sally Quaig was missing in Vietnam, that she remembered where she had seen that blonde woman's face before. The blonde woman in her nightmare.
CHAPTER SIX
The blonde woman was in pain. Between the hours of pain, there was sometimes a little rest, a little peace, but never any pleasure.
Sally Quaig had no idea of how long she'd been held captive when she began to change her way of thinking a little bit. The first time the ugly yellow man had left her, all she wanted to do was die.
When he returned, some time later, he untied her wrists for only a few seconds, then pulled her hands over toward one of the tree trunks. He yanked them up over her head, binding them together, to a branch on the tree.
"Now, my beautiful blonde woman," he said to her. "My men have been asking about you. I was thinking of keeping you all to myself, during your vacation stay here. But they ask too many questions.
"I can appease them easily by letting them take you. And because you are nothing but an American pig, there is no reason for me to be so selfish "
He walked toward the door of the hut, and clapped his hands. A few seconds later, Sally saw as many as ten or fifteen men starting to come into the hut.
There was not a single man who appealed to her. All of them were short,-yellow, and hideous. Most of them had jet black hair that was straight, but there was one man who was bald, and he was the most hideous of all. It was the bald man who got down on his knees in front of her and started to lick her pussy. Because she was so repulsed by his looks, Sally closed her eyes tight, and didn't bother to open them again until there was no longer anyone touching her body.
She felt the tongue flicking in and out of her pussy, rubbing her clit back and forth, and her juices flowed just a little bit. Someone was moving behind her, spitting, and when she felt the cock rubbing against her asshole, she knew what to expect.
It was not as bad as it had been the first time, though it was still horrid. She didn't turn, she didn't look, but it was easy to tell that the man fucking her ass was not the evil leader who had done it before, because the cock was so much smaller and so much thinner. Sally managed to smile, thinking evil thoughts about this man with the small cock, thinking about how she could rip him to shreds with words.
After all, men were so sensitive about the size of their dick, she knew, and that couldn't only go for American men. She wanted to tell him that his cock was the size of a thimble, and she could hardly even feel it. She wanted to tell him that he was less than a man, because his dick was less than a dick.
But when she thought about 'ripping him to shreds' verbally, she realized that he could rip her to shreds physically, if he was angered by what she'd say.
The man licking her must have been the one to enter her pussy a few minutes later, and the small cock in her ass was starting to slide out of her, because the bald yellow man was taller, and was lifting her up as he started to fuck her cunt.
She didn't smile when she felt his cock in her pussy, even though it didn't spread her too wide. She just hated the thought of having this ugly, ugly man inside of her. The one with the small dick behind her started to jerk himself, she was sure of that, because a few seconds after she'd been lifted off his dick, he started to come.
As the one man was fucking her, she could feel cocks being rubbed against her flesh, against her hips and legs.
A few hands rubbed over her tits, some gently, some harder, but nothing felt any good. The thought of all those yellow fingers on her flesh made her gag a little bit, and she wished she could have kicked them all in the balls.
Sally had no idea of how long it went on. Many cocks were rammed into her cunt and asshole, and after a while, her body felt numb from the waist down. When a few of them were too close to her, and she felt them breathing onto her flesh, her skin began to crawl a little bit, and she did hate that.
When it was over, and she heaved a sigh of relief as she heard the last man leaving, she did finally open her eyes. And there was the leader.
"Now they have all had you, at least once, and they cannot protest. I never have to let them have you again. You are all mine."
"I might be yours, as a body to use, but every part of me hates every part of you, you bastard. If I could, I'd scratch your eyes out."
"Like this?" he asked, and he moved right in front of her, then slid his long nailed finger toward her breast. He scratched at it hard, digging right into the white skin, causing a cut, causing blood to start flowing.
She gasped, and lowered her head, not wanting to look at him.
When he laughed, she had to look back up. His laughter was just so hideous, and she didn't really understand it, until she saw that he was holding a match.
"As much as I like this blonde hair of yours, beautiful lady, I don't like it when it's too close to your lips. And so, goodbye blonde hair."
He lit the match, and started to run the flame near the blonde hairs closest to her cunt lips. She tried to jump up, grabbing onto the leather strap that held her wrists.
But she couldn't hold herself up long enough, and though she tried to kick him, he made a fist and smashed her right in the stomach. It knocked all the air out of her, and she ended up hanging limp, feeling the pain of the burning hairs.
He did scald her pussy lips a little bit, but not bad enough to make her suffer too much. In the end, he even fingered her clit a little bit, in the hopes that her flowing juices might run over her sore lips and make them feel a little better.
The only thing was, she had no juices. She was feeling too much pain, and the only thing that flowed out of her were the loads of come from all the men.
She was fed, perhaps once a day, and she hated the watery gruel that was spooned into her mouth, but ate it nonetheless.
Back when she was first hoping to die, she refused to eat it, but he saw to it that she did. He walked into the tent after being called by the man who came to feed her, and she saw that he was holding a thick wooden paddle.
As he held it up in front of her, she saw small spikes sticking out of one side.
"Now will you eat, or do you feel this?" he asked her.
She shook her head and didn't open her mouth, thinking that if she did, he'd try to force a spoonfull of the gruel between her lips. The evil man moved behind her and whacked her once in the ass. It hurt like hell when the spikes were driven into her buttock flesh, but it seemed to hurt even more when he pulled them out.
She started to cry, then opened her mouth and let the man feed her.
"Ying is a good leader," the feeder said, as the man walked out, and that was when Sally first learned the name of the Commander.
The next time he came to see her, she addressed him by his name.
"How did you learn my name?" he asked her, and she could tell that he was angry about it. She decided to tell him how she'd heard it.
Later that day, he untied her, and pushed her outside of the hut. The sun was so hot, that she wished she was back inside. He didn't bother to bind her wrists together, because he was holding a rifle, and warned her that he would shoot her in the throat if she tried to escape.
"And you will gag to death as the blood runs slowly out of your body. It will be a slow, painful death, and we will all watch you suffer."
So she didn't try to escape, even though she was still going through the stage where she wished to God that she would die. The only thing was, she'd suffered enough pain, and wished to die instantly, and not slowly or painfully.
He pointed toward a certain area, and when she looked down, she couldn't believe what he was pointing at. She did gasp, and he smiled.
"You see, he had to open his big mouth, and now he will pay for it. I told them all not to say my name. I did not want you to know it, but now you do."
The man who had fed her, who had said Ying's name, was tied to the ground. Actually, stakes had been hammered into the earth, and he had been stripped naked. His arms were pulled up over his head, and bound to one stake. There were two by his legs, so that they could be spread wide apart and each ankle could be bound in leather.
Ying started to walk closer to the bound man, and Sally followed him. She watched him turn to look at her for a few seconds, and then he reached down. He dug his hand into the earth, and picked up a huge amount of dirt.
"Do you see what is here?" he asked her, and she looked closer.
She could see little red ants walking through the mound of earth he'd picked up. He walked right over and placed that mound right on the bound man's pubic patch. As he did, the man raised his head, looked at the killer ants, and began to scream.
Sally thought it was horrible. The ants began to walk out of the earth, and soon they were walking along the man's limp cock shaft. She could see the way his cock was twitching just a little bit, and knew that those horrible little bugs were biting against the man's shaft. They were, after all, known as killer ants.
One of them, in fact, began to walk into the slit of the man's cock, and she watched the way he started to urinate. He did piss that ant right out, but soon, he didn't have anything more to piss out, and as the ants kept crawling into the slit of his penis, he was screaming even louder.
She turned away, because she didn't want to watch it all. Ying grabbed her by the hair, and turned her head so that she was looking. When she closed her eyes, because she just couldn't stand watching him suffer, Ying slapped her across the face.
"This performance is for your benefit," he said to her.
So she kept her eyes open. He was a small man, but a strong one. She didn't want him to keep slapping her.
When she gasped loud, at one point, the bound man turned and looked at her. His eyes blazed into hers, and she felt as if he was holding her responsible for what was happening to him, but she did not care.
He was one of the enemy, and it was good watching him suffer. When he started to thrust his body up and down fast, bucking like crazy, she started to laugh a little bit, and she could hear the way Ying was laughing, too.
He took her back to the hut later, and let her eat for the first time, feeding herself. He had some beef there, and she gorged the food into her mouth, because it was the first decent food that she'd had in some time.
After that, he told her to he back on his desk. She knew that he was going to want to make love to her, and she didn't want it to happen. However, laying back and letting him do it to her made it easier.
It still did not feel good. He slapped her a few times, reached for her nipples and started to pull at them hard, even moved his hand to her neck and choked her a little bit, making her gag, but at least she wasn't bound.
His cock was thick, and once again, she didn't come with him. Her pussy stayed a little wet while he was fucking her, and she thought that was good because it made it easier for her. But there was still no pleasure.
When he came inside of her and she moaned a little bit, just to make him think that she might have enjoyed it, she felt him starting to whip her, with a thick leather strap. She opened her eyes as she saw it flying through the air and landing on her flesh, and as she screamed, he was laughing, and his cock was throbbing more.
"You think that I believe you like it when I fuck you?" he asked her. "You are a fool, blonde American bitch. You are a fool. I know that you just moan because you think I want to hear that, and you are a fool for thinking that. I want to know that you are suffering, bitch. I like that."
The strap cut into her breasts, opening up wounds that had healed themselves. She passed out, and her unconsciousness was something of a relief, because she didn't have to feel the wrath of his leather whip again.
When she woke up some time later, she felt as if she was suspended in air. She didn't really know what was going on. She was looking up at the bamboo ceiling of the hut, and as she tried to move, she could feel a cutting pain rushing through her body.
She looked up over her head and saw that both of her hands had been pulled together, bound with a thick cord, and tied to the trunk of one tree.
She looked down, and saw that the same kind of thing had been done with her feet.
She was tied up like a hammock, and as she closed her eyes and tried to sleep, she couldn't. Her head was hanging back too far, and each time that she moved, she caused the cutting sensation to happen even more.
She closed her eyes and started to pray a little bit, and then she heard his voice speaking to her, in a cold manner.
"Who are you praying to? Your god, or my god? Because in this country, your god won't even listen to you," Ying was saying.
Sally turned her head, and saw him sitting at his desk. She had been strung up right near his desk, so that he could look at her. He stood up and started to move toward her. She saw the way he was rubbing his cock with his hand, rubbing it through his pants, until it was hard.
Ying opened his pants then and pulled his huge dick out. He moved near her head and turned it, then started to slap her face with his club-like cock. When she opened her mouth, he rammed it into her, and she started to choke on it. She hated the position that he was fucking her from, and it was hard to take his cock in her throat.
Each time he thrust into her mouth, he'd hold himself there for a long time. His balls were pressing against one of her cheeks.
When his cock started to throb in her mouth, she knew that he was going to come, and she choked even more when he thrust himself deep into her mouth and started to shoot his load right into her throat.
She could feel his throbbing cock head stretching her throat, and she hated it so much. She tried to pull her mouth back, but she couldn't, because Ying was holding the back of her head, and wouldn't let her.
He kept his cock in her mouth for a long time, pulling back as he started to go limp, but making sure that the head of his cock was still between her lips. Then, all of a sudden, she could feel a surging of wet liquid shooting onto her tongue, and she knew that he was pissing in her mouth.
Sally began to let it pour out of the side of her mouth, until she felt him slapping her face, and heard him saying that she'd better drink it all, or she would get nothing more to eat or drink, until she slowly starved to death.
The thought of drinking it was horrifying, but the thought of slowly starving to death was even more horrifying, so she started to swallow it, hating herself for doing it, hating him for making her do it.
He didn't finish in her mouth. He pulled out and continued to urinate on her face and body, until there were no more. He laughed, and told her that she was a piss drinking pig, then hit her hard and walked out of the hut.
She closed her eyes then and tried to sleep, and that was when she started to have to dream. She could see a beautiful redheaded woman in bed with a handsome dark -haired man. The man was thrusting in and out of the woman so gently, and the woman was moving up and down to meet him.
It was beautiful, thinking of this loving sex act after all the horrifying sex acts that she had been put through. She could see the way the man's body was starting to glisten with sweat, and he was kissing the woman on the lips.
Then, the woman was looking over her shoulder, and she could see something.
Sally got the feeling that the redheaded woman was looking right at her, though she couldn't see herself anywhere in the dream. She saw the way the woman was wrapping her legs tightly around the man's buttocks, keeping him from thrusting. She was starting to whisper in his ear, and Sally could even hear what the woman was saying.
"I know that she's still alive. I know it I dreamed it. You have to get me over there somehow I know that I could find her."
"You're being hysterical," the man said. "There's no way that you can know where she is. No one knows where she is right now "
"I do. I swear that I do. I know where she is. She's in pain, but she's still alive. She's being held captive. They're abusing her. She doesn't want to live much longer, and if we don't get there in time, she won't be alive."
The man was moving his hand down behind his body. He was starting to unlock the tight leg grip that the redhead had around his ass, and she was letting him do it.
He was rolling over then, and she was sitting up on him. She reached behind and began to caress his large balls while she rode her pussy up and down on his cock. She slid her other hand all over his hairy chest, and was moaning.
"You will get me over there. I know that you will. Think of all I've done for you right now. It's the only way you can pay me back. She's not the only one that I want to look for, but I will find her. I want to look for him, too."
His body was sweating even more, and the redhead seemed to know that this slow lust-filled seductive tone of hers was going to convince the man. She was rubbing her fingers over his balls and the base of his cock, rubbing some of the juices from her pussy down from the base to his balls, and he loved it.
When she leaned forward and started to lick his ear gently, still moaning for him to let her go look, he seemed to be submitting.
He started to thrust up and down a little harder, and soon, his cock was throbbing and he was coming inside of her.
"All right," he was moaning. "I'm going to have to go with you, but I will get you over there somehow. We'll think of something together, and I'm not going to let you out of my sight. Believe me, I'm going to keep my eye on you."
"Fine. We can be more successful together," she moaned, and Sally got the feeling that the redhead in her dreams was thinking about being together with this man in more ways than one. They would be successful together in their lovemaking as well as in their search for whoever the redhead was talking about.
She slid her pussy off his cock, right up his chest, until she was moving it to his mouth, and as he started to lick her and she was thrusting up and down a little bit, she turned around, and Sally thought it was so strange.
It was as if this strange redhead was looking right at her, though once again, she couldn't see herself in the dream.
"Don't worry, Sally," the woman started to say, and Sally didn't know how this woman even knew her name. "Don't worry. I know that you're alive, and I'm going to come and save you. I swear that I'll be there to save you. Hold on. Hold on."
And it all began to fade, but the words kept flowing through her mind.
Hold on. Hold on.
Sally woke up suddenly, when she felt the lashing of leather across her belly. As she opened her eyes, she looked over and saw that Ying was whipping her again. He was also laughing, and then he started to ask her.
"What is it you were dreaming about, American pig? I would like to know. What is it that made you thrust up and down like a heated bitch?"
"Nothing," she said to him, moaning softly, realizing that the dream had also made her pussy tingle a little bit. She was wetter inside from this dream than she had been from anything the Vietcong men had done to her.
He lashed her again, and then he started to scream out loud. The anger that she felt from him was making her entire body tremble.
"You will not try to lie to me, bitch," he let her know. "You will not try to lie to me, or I will kill you right now."
And she thought about it. She couldn't let him kill her now. Even though she had wanted to die when he first caught her, and wanted to die for so many days after that (or was it weeks already? -she did not know), the dream had given her a new kind of hope. She wanted to live until she was saved.
"I was dreaming of a man I knew," she said to him, lying. "I was dreaming of a man that I knew once, someone who turned me on, someone who could make my juices flow It was a soothing, peaceful dream. I enjoyed it."
"And do you not enjoy it when I make love to you, pig?" he asked.
"You've got to be kidding," she said to him. "Do you really think I could?"
He walked closer to her, and he started to touch her body, this time more gently than he had done it before. His hands stroked her breasts softly, and as he started to move his fingers down to her pussy, he slid them into her and wiggled her love button back and forth, as slowly and gently as he could.
Sally's senses were still high, from the dream, and she did start to thrust up and down against his fingers. She could feel the way her clit started to tingle, and then as her pussy juices began to spasm forth, he smiled.
"You see that I can, if I want to. But most of the time, I don't want to."
The moment he said that, she felt him sliding another finger into her, and he was pinching her clit as hard as he possibly could. She felt him twisting it around and she started to squirm like crazy, her body wracked with pain.
He just kept laughing for the longest time, and then he pulled his fingers out of her arid rubbed the juices onto her flesh. When he walked back to his desk, he turned and looked at her, then spoke.
"Was the man you were dreaming about the same man whose cock you were sucking when we found you? Were you thinking about what he was like before he had his throat slit right open and his life ended?"
She thought about Rick Stern for a few seconds, and was suddenly cold, only because of the last image she'd had of him.
"You fucking bastard," she said to Ying. "You fucking murderous bastard. I hope you die a slower, more horrifying death than he did."
"You see, my American pig. I know your vulnerable points, and as long as I do, I can raise the fire in you all the time. What a good bitch!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I'm telling you, David, I'm not making it up. I dreamed about her, and I know that she's alive. You have to get me over there."
"Jenny, please relax," he said to her. "Just lay back and close your eyes. You're under a horrible strain, with this news about Bobby and all. I must admit that I don't even understand all of it. I mean, if you were going to dream about someone being alive, I would think you'd dream about Bobby."
"I wish I would, but I didn't," she said. "I didn't. I saw her face. I saw her face, and then when I saw the news yesterday it was her. It was her. Sally Quaig."
She saw the way he was smiling, and shaking his head, too. It was easy for Jenny Howard to realize that David thought she was out of her mind. She felt him running his hand through her hair, and as he moved it toward her cheek, she turned her head a little bit and kissed his palm, gently.
"I have to get back now," he said. "Do you want me to come over tonight?"
"Yes," she said to him. "I can't bear the thought of sleeping alone. That doesn't mean anything is going to happen again, really. But I do like the feeling of your body next to mine. It keeps me warm at night."
He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead, then on the lips, gently. She turned her head away a little bit, and then she watched him walk out of her bedroom.
It was early afternoon, and Jenny had no desire to get out of bed. She had the day before, but after a few hours, she'd been exhausted. That was her first day, after the night that David came over to tell her about Bobby.
She did ask him to come back the next night, and he did. She slept against him again, and it felt nice to have a warm body to rub against.
She knew that he wanted to make love to her that night, and knew that when he rolled over and his cock was hard, rubbing against her," he wanted to enter her, but she just couldn't think of letting him. Jenny did dream that night. She dreamed that she was at a party, and there were all kinds of press people around. They were congratulating her, and taking pictures of her. She was wearing a lovely dress, but she looked rather worn and fatigued.
Her cheeks were drawn in, and her face looked swollen in certain places, as if she had been battered and bruised. Then, they all turned and started to applaud, and the blonde woman, Sally Quaig, began to walk into the room.
She walked right over to Jenny, and the two of them embraced. It was a warm hug and a kiss on each other's cheek, and it was almost as if they both knew that there was something more between them than that kiss.
David was at the party, and a few other military men, but she didn't see Bobby there anywhere, and that bothered her a little bit. She knew that she would have felt so much more content if she'd seen Bobby somewhere in the dream.
It was still pleasant, and she didn't wake up screaming.
But she was even more sure that Sally was alive, and that she had to be the one to find her. The party had been a dream about what would happen afterwards, she knew, when she'd return home with Sally, and the two of them would be celebrated heroines.
But David didn't believe her. She knew that now. He seemed to think that her dreams were too strange, and that they really didn't mean a thing.
She watched some television that afternoon, but the news was so depressing. There were anti-war rallies going on at campuses all over the United States, and she hated those students who were protesting. She thought that they should have a taste of the real world before trying to make a stand in it.
The next thing that they showed after the rallies were death tolls, listing the number of American soldiers killed overseas.
The toll seemed to go up every day, and she couldn't help but think that Bobby was one of those dead soldiers, even though he was considered to be missing in action.
The news bored her and she decided that she was going to have to sleep.
She did dream again that afternoon. She dreamed about the woman being tortured once more. She was still hanging like a hammock, but her body looked even more abused than it had been the first time she had the nightmare.
She Could see the evil yellow man with his leather whip, and she hated him. She had such a desire to stab him in the back.
Then, at one point, the blonde woman looked up at her.
"I got your message," she said, in a pain-filled voice. "I got your message but I don't know how much longer I can hold out. Each day I seem to be fading more. If it doesn't happen soon, don't bother. It won't be worth it."
Jenny rolled over in bed, and suddenly, she was thinking about Bobby fucking her again. Suddenly, she was thinking about that whore thing, when she'd told him that she would do anything for him, and be a real whore to .make money.
She mentioned David's name, and that was when she sat up in bed. She started to smile, then pushed the covers down and ran to the bathroom.
Within twenty minutes, Jenny had showered and douched, and then she ran out of her house and got into the car. She ran to the market, trying to think about what foods David liked the best. She really couldn't remember, but decided on lobster.
When he came over that night, she had a fabulous dinner waiting for him. She could tell that he was surprised to see her up on her feet, looking so good. She'd put on a hot, seductive gown, and lit candles at the table so that they drank their wine and ate their dinner by candlelight.
"Why did you go to all this trouble?" he asked her, and she just licked her lips, and told him that he had been good to her, and she wanted to pay him back.
Later, after they cleaned the dishes, she took his hand and led him to the bedroom. She told him to lie back on the bed, and then she began to undress him. As she slid her hands down to his crotch, she could see the huge bulge that was there, and knew that he was very much aroused.
Jenny started to pull his zipper down, and when she moved her mouth near his hard cock bulge, she exhaled deeply against his underwear. She felt the way the shaft just throbbed more between her lips.
When she pulled the underwear down, his cock sprung forth. She sucked it into her mouth, and began to flick her tongue fast, up and down along the underside of his shaft. She sucked on his balls a little bit, and while she was doing that she was running her soft hand up and down the cock shaft.
David was moaning the whole time. He had his head resting on three pillows so that he could look down at what she was doing, and each time she rubbed his cock shaft against her cheek, his whole body seemed to surge with pleasure.
Eventually, Jenny felt his cock throbbing in her hand, and she kept jerking him as the come began to spurt out of his shaft, then drip down over her fingers. She licked her way around her finger and his upraised shaft, letting her tongue flick back and forth against the come, so she was licking it away.
He moaned softly as he felt her tongue finally moving to the slit of his cock, and she did dig it in as deep as she possibly could.
Then as she pulled off all his clothing so that he was naked, she stood up near the bed and began to slide out of her gown.
She was wearing a black bra and a garter belt, with long black stockings. Her pussy was bared for him, and as she started to move it over his face, and he licked her, she slid her hand behind to his cock.
He was still limp, but her soft fingers began to stroke his dick gently, and as he was licking her and feeling the way her juices were flowing onto his tongue, she could feel his cock getting stiff er.
"I had another dream this afternoon," she said to him, moaning softly. "I had another dream about Sally Quaig."
That was all she said for some time, because she didn't want to make him think this was the only reason she was making love to him like a whore. She didn't want him to figure out that, like a whore, she was trying to get something from the man she was with. Unlike a whore, she was not going for money.
Jenny Howard was going for something bigger, and as David's cock began to got a little stiffer, she had to smile. This was certainly bigger, but what she wanted was even bigger than that, and she was sure she would get it.
She did want to sit on his cock, because the thought of having his heated pole inside of her was turning her on, but she could feel his hands near her buttocks, and he was holding her gently, but firmly, as if he liked her pussy dripping down on his face, and did not want her to pull away.
As long as his tongue was doing such good work, she didn't care. She wanted him to be happy. Satisfying him was what she had in mind, much more than satisfying herself.
When David did turn his head away for a few seconds, she started to slide her body down his chest. She let her pussy juices leave a nice trail of come along his chest, and when she lifted her ass up and slid her pussy down his upraised cock shaft, she heard the way he moaned so loud.
Then, she started to take him for a nice, long ride. She slid her fingers to his nipples and plucked at them gently.
"David, I had another dream. It wasn't so much of a nightmare. But Sally was in pain. She was holding out, but she said that she couldn't hold out much longer. She said that she got my message. That I would save her. But only if it happened soon. She couldn't hold out much longer." .
She moved her lips to his before he had a chance to say anything, and kissed him with all the loving passion that she could muster up. She rammed her tongue deep into his mouth and played with his tongue. Then, as she was drawing hers back, she kept her mouth open so that she could suck on his.
The heat between them increased much more, and she started to moan even louder as she felt his cock throbbing, then slid her pussy all the way down so that she wasn't moving, and he wouldn't come too fast.
As she slid her hand behind his balls, she caressed them, and then she spoke again, moving her lips to his ear and licking him as her words flowed out slowly.
"David, we could both be heroes," she said to him. "You could arrange for me to get over there. I know that you could. And then we could look for Bobby and Sally."
She said that, so he'd know she was still interested in finding Bobby. She did want to find him, but hadn't dreamed about him, and didn't even know where she would begin looking for him. But she had dreamed about Sally.
"I don't know how you could arrange it, but you're a smart man, and you could think of something, David. I know that you could. We could both go over and we could save Sally. She is still alive, but won't be it' we wait too much longer."
He was moaning softly, and she could hear what he was saying, and loved what she heard. For as he was thrusting up and down gently, moving his cock in and out of her, pressing one hand against her tit to feel her heated breast flesh, he was telling her that he loved her and would do anything for her.
She started to ride him a little bit faster, and when she did that, Jenny could feel the way his cock was starting to throb. She knew that he would be coming soon inside of her, and she liked that feeling.
As it happened, she kissed him hard on the lips again, and much later, after her spasming pussy had sucked out most of his come, she rolled off his body and lay beside him rubbing against him. Her hand moved to his cock.
"David, you can say that I'm a reporter," she told him. "You can say that. You can arrange for me to go over. We'll go to the base where Sally was last seen, and start from there. They must know something. We'll learn whatever we can."
"I guess I could arrange something," he said, dazzled by her beauty, by their evening, by their sex. "I guess I could."
"There's no guessing about it. I know that you could," she said.
He rolled onto his side, facing her, and he kissed her.
He was thinking that if he did arrange Tor her to go over there, maybe she could do something. She seemed to really believe that she could, at least when it came to Sally. But what about Bobby?
David had his thoughts about Bobby, too. He was thinking that if Jenny could learn what happened to her husband, somehow, in some way, it might be good for him Maybe she would learn that Bobby was dead, and if that was the case, he would no longer be considered missing in action. And if he was dead, David knew, he would have a chance with Jenny. She would no longer be married. She would be a widow, and he might be able to marry her, because he was still very much alive.
He fucked her one more time that night, from behind. She rolled over on her side, and he guided himself into her. He slid his hand around and fingered her pussy as he was thrusting in and out, and he could feel the way her juices flowed so fast.
When he came inside of her, he whispered in her ear.
"If you can be ready to leave in a few days, I think I can arrange it."
She smiled and licked her lips, thinking that this whore had done a good job.
And Jenny Howard did dream again that night. She dreamed of the blonde woman, this time hanging upside down from a tree. Though her body was not as battered as it had been before, she looked like she was losing strength and the will to live. Jenny dreamed that she was standing right in front of the beautiful blonde.
She was about to open her mouth to tell her, but the blonde spoke right up.
"I know. You'll be coming for me. I know. I can hang on now that I know."
Jenny felt sensational about it. When she woke up the next morning, David was already gone, but she heard from him later that afternoon. The two of them would be flying over to Vietnam within two more days, and he had told the brass that she was a journalist friend of his who wanted to do a piece on the courageous Americans.
And for the next few nights, when she dreamed, she dreamed that Sally Quaig, though still a prisoner, was feeling much better. Because she knew that someone was coming and someone was going to save her.
When they were on the plane flying overseas, there were other soldiers there, and Jenny knew that she was the center of attention. Of course, she could understand it. Most of these men had been in training, and some hadn't had a chance to go home to see their wives or girls before they were flown overseas. It was different now, no longer like it had been when Bobby was allowed to come home.
The men were being killed off so fast, that the soldiers were going from basic training right over to Vietnam. She was probably the first woman that a lot of them had seen in many months, and they all kidded around with her sexually.
Others were much more serious about things. For instance, one man came right over and sat down beside her, then started to speak.
"Miss Howard, aren't you scared about going over to Vietnam, especially after the disappearance of Sally Quaig? I mean, I'm scared of going there myself."
"I must admit that I was a little apprehensive when Sally disappeared," Jenny said, like a true diplomat. "But who knows, perhaps I'll even help find her."
"That would be nice, but it would also be something of a miracle," he said.
"What makes you say a thing like that?" she asked him.
"Well, she could be anywhere in the North. And I've also heard that you can hardly even tell the difference between the North and South Vietnamese people. I'm sure that she is a prisoner in the North, but I wouldn't want to go there looking for her."
It was the first time that Jenny had even thought about being in enemy territory, and the idea of it was making her shiver. When the soldier moved away, and David slid into the seat beside her, he could see that she was upset.
"What's the matter, hon?" he asked her. "Plane making you sick?"
"No, though I have been on better ones. It's just that I was so determined to get over there, that I didn't even think about what it was going to be like when I got there. I don't know if I can go through with this or not."
"You know that we can't turn the plane around now, but when you get there, if you want to come back, we will. You don't have to stay."
"I don't want to make any decisions now," she said to him.
She closed her eyes, and slept during the rest of the trip. For the first time in many nights, she didn't dream at all, and it was pleasant as well as disturbing.
It was pleasant because at least there were no dreams to turn into nightmares, but it was disturbing because she thought it had to mean something. Maybe, she was thinking, Sally hadn't been able to hold out. Maybe she was already dead, which was why she had not appeared in her dreams.
Jenny put that thought out of her head. She'd seen Sally being killed once before, just as she'd seen Bobby without a head. It didn't mean either one of them were dead.
But since she had seen it, and knew that it meant death could appear in her dreams, no dreams did not necessarily mean death.
The plane landed many miles from the camp where Sally Quaig had been, and Jenny and David had their own jeep. There were trucks filled with soldiers in front of them and behind them, so she did feel safe as they were driving toward the camp.
She even felt safe in the camp, because there were guards all around, but she couldn't help but notice that the living conditions were horrible. She and David were taken to the General's office. He was a handsome white-haired man, who was surprised to see Jenny on the base.
"I didn't think we'd see any other women after this Sally Quaig thing ," he said shaking his head in disgust, and when Jenny wanted to know exactly what had happened, he looked like he didn't want to talk about it.
She insisted, and was not too happy with what she'd heard.
A Captain Rick Stern had been assigned to show her around, and he'd taken her out in a jeep, to show her the jungle. They found Rick in the jeep with his neck sliced open. She was nowhere to be found, though they did search the jungle for about five miles in either direction, and came up with nothing.
"That's what makes us think that she's still alive," he said to her. "If they wanted to kill her, they would have killed her right around that area. We think they must have taken her back to one of her villages."
That night, David came into the room where she was resting. He told her that he really couldn't stay, because it wouldn't be right. Before he left, he did make love to her, and Jenny felt pretty good about that.
His cock sliding in and out of her was one of the most comforting things she had felt since their plane trip into Vietnam. When he started to come inside of her, she was clinging to him, her arms wrapped around his back. It was almost as if she didn't want him to pull out of her, as if she wanted him to stay with her that night.
And she dreamed more that night than she had in the longest time.
She could hear a voice, saying things to her. It was Sally's voice, she was sure.
"This is the same bed where I was sleeping," the voice was saying. "This is the very same bed, and I can feel you in it. I know that you're here now, and it won't be much longer before you find me.
"I wish that I could tell you where it is. I wish that I hadn't passed out when he was carrying me away, but I was too scared. I know that it's on the outskirts of a jungle, somewhere. A small village. The first hut outside."
This dream exhilarated her, and she found herself rubbing her legs together, and then sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy. As she was wiggling her love button back and forth, another image came to her.
She could see three men in a blown out town, with three women. Actually, only one of them looked like a woman, and the other two looked like younger girls. She could see the faces of two of the men, but she couldn't see the third one. From behind, she was quite sure that he looked like Bobby.
Each man was fucking one of the girls. Actually, the one who looked like Bobby was just sliding his cock in and out of his girl's mouth, while the other two men were thrusting in and out between the legs of the other women.
Then Bobby started to jerk his cock, and the come was shooting over the girl's face.
The two men were aiming their rifles at the women they had just made it with, and Bobby was aiming his rifle at the men.
He was telling them that they couldn't kill these women. He was telling them that they should take these women back because they were prisoners. Then, suddenly, both of the men were aiming their rifles at him.
They didn't like what he was telling them to do.
Her body began to tremble, and she could feel the cot bed shaking beneath her. It was as if those two men were going to kill her husband, because he didn't want to go along with what they wanted to do.
And then, everything seemed to blow up. There were vibrant reds and oranges and yellows, and everything had been wiped away. As the smoke cleared, she could see parts of all the bodies, all six of them, but none of them were in one piece.
She rolled over, and suddenly she could see Sally again.
Then parts of Bobby's body, and his dog tag lying there on the ground.
Then Sally again, who was starting to moan something.
"I'm still alive. I'm still alive. I'm still alive."
Jenny sat up in bed but she wasn't screaming that time. Her body was shaking and she was running her hands up and down her shoulders to comfort herself, but she wasn't screaming and she was happy about it. If she had been, she knew that David would have come running into the room, then insisted they leave.
But this dream, she was thinking, had been the most prophetic.
It was telling her that Bobby was no longer alive, but Sally was, and she was determined to head North and look for the blonde woman. And maybe, along the way, she'd even find out more about Bobby.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sally was relieved when he finally cut her down, so that she was no longer hanging like a hammock. He untied her hands, and then he started to lead her out of the hut, toward another hut. Her naked body was shaking a little bit, and because she had been hanging for a few days, her legs were weak.
When she stumbled, as she walked, she felt him jabbing her in the back with the butt of his rifle, and she continued to walk.
He pushed her into the other hut, and she was surprised at what she saw.
There were two guards standing there, holding rifles on two naked, yellow women. Both of them looked like they were already sore and abused. They both had short black hair and thick patches of hair between their legs.
One of them had rather large breasts, while the other one had smaller breasts.
As they looked over near the door and saw her, they both seemed to be terrified.
"Why did you bring me here?" she asked Ying. "What do you want?"
"I want to make those others suffer. They are Southern women, and they are enemies. They have been caught and tortured. Now I will make them suffer even more. I was forcing them to eat each other, and they did not like it. So I thought that I would bring my blonde American lady pig here."
He pushed her toward the middle of the room, near the two women. Ying and his two guards raised their rifles, and Sally was sure they were all going to be blasted.
The two women were trembling even more now, and seemed to be wondering what Ying had said to Sally, as he had been talking to her in English.
It was Sally's turn to wonder next, for her suddenly screamed out a command in their native language, and she didn't know what he was saying. She looked at the way the woman with the big tits looked at the other one with the smaller tits.
Then Ying walked over to the one with the large tits, and held his rifle to her head. At first she didn't move, until his finger was on the trigger. Then, on her knees, she began to walk closer to Sally.
Sally took a step back, until she saw the evil yellow Ying shaking his head no. She could feel the heat of the woman's breath moving closer and closer to her pussy, and seconds later, she felt the tongue.
It started to lick her, first running up and down her lips. Then, she thrust it between Sally's lips and began to lick her love button. As Sally felt it being wiggled back and forth, in a much more gentle manner than she had been used to it, she could feel her juices starting to flow a little bit.
She slid her hands to the woman's shoulders to hold her. Then she began to thrust herself back and forth against the woman's tongue, and she could feel it working faster in and out of her pussy. When she began to slide her hands down to the woman's large breasts, she could hear one of the guards laughing.
Sally didn't even bother to look over at him. She knew that these women had suffered enough. It was easy to tell, just by looking at them As long as this woman was being forced to eat her, Sally was determined to do something to please the woman.
Her fingers began to close around the woman's nipples, and she felt them getting a little bit suffer. As they did, the woman moaned louder, and started to suck on Sally's love button, opening and closing her lips around it.
Sally could feel more pleasure running through her body, and just then, she heard Ying yelling out another command.
She saw the way he aimed the rifle at the other small breasted women, and slowly, the woman moved over toward the Sally and the other one. She got down on her back, and as she began to slide her head near the other one's buttocks, the other one lifted her ass up. The small breasted yellow woman slid her head between the other one's legs, and started to lick her.
Sally looked down, and saw the fear in the small-breasted woman's eyes. She was flicking her tongue in and out of the big breasted woman's cunt, while the one with the big breasts was looking at Sally.
For a few minutes, Sally felt peaceful. She knew that all three of them were enemies to these men, which was one thing that brought them closer together. They were also women, whose privates had been abused by these men.
She was the only one of the three naked women standing, and as she looked at Ying, then at his two guards, she could see that they were all starting to rub their crotches. They were getting turned on watching all this hot women lovemaking.
Sally heard Ying speak again, this time in a whisper. She didn't know if the other women heard it, and even though she had, she didn't know what Ying had just said to the man. But then, she saw him put his rifle down and pull his cock out of his pants. He moved toward the woman with the small breasts.
She was lying on her back, and her legs were spread a little bit. He pushed her legs up, so that they were pressed against the back of the other woman eating Sally, and then he slid his cock right into her pussy.
She started to moan at first, and Sally could see that the man wasn't even thrusting too hard. But then, a few seconds later, he started to slam his cock in and out of the girl's cunt, and she was groaning in pain.
Her helpless eyes were still looking up at Sally, and Sally could see that she was in pain. She even started to cry, and her tongue stopped working in the other woman's cunt, until Ying screamed out again.
It wasn't until he moved closer and held his rifle to her head, that she started to lick the other woman's pussy all over again.
Sally had come a few times, and suddenly, Ying was speaking to her in English.
"Let my man lick your pussy, blonde American bitch."
He screamed at the other one with the big breasts, and she seemed to move away gladly. Sally took a step closer, and as she did, she reached for the legs of the woman with the small breast, and held them for the man fucking her.
The man began to lick her pussy, and he was moaning softly as his tongue was tasting the flavor of an American woman.
Meanwhile, Ying was screaming out once again, for the woman with the big breasts to follow his order. She moved in front of him, and he pushed her to her knees, hard. He opened his zipper and pulled his cock out of his pants.
At first, she turned her head away, but he screamed, slapped her a few times, then rammed his cock right into her mouth. He held the back of her head as he started to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, and Sally could hear the way she was gagging most of the time that she was forced to suck it.
Then she heard the man fucking the other woman starting to moan.
He was ramming his cock with short, jerky gestures then, harder and harder. She could hear the loud sound of his flesh slapping against the ass flesh of the woman, and the woman was groaning even more.
Then, he started to come inside of her. Sally didn't actually see it happening, but she knew that was what his groaning meant. She could also see his body starting to sweat a little bit, and she hated him so much for his abusive ways.
When the man pulled out of the girl, he also pulled his mouth away from Sally.
"Now blonde American bitch, eat the come out of her," the evil Commander screamed out. "Eat her pussy and eat his come and her juices out."
Sally had never licked another woman in her life, and she didn't like the idea of it. She hadn't even liked the idea of having the other woman licking her, though she had no say in the matter, and in the end, didn't mind it, because she didn't have to do anything but stand there getting licked.
It was different, having to lick the pussy of another woman, though.
At first, she wouldn't get down on her knees, but then she heard him screaming at her again, and he was holding up his rifled
"I tire of having to repeat orders for my American pussy," Ying said. "If you do not do it, you will die. I will kill you now."
She'd had a dream last night, that the redheaded woman was closer. She knew that she had to keep living if she ever wanted to be free. Slowly, she sunk to her knees, moving her pussy over the face of the other woman. She didn't feel the woman starting to lick her, until Ying commanded her to.
Then, as Sally felt the woman with the small breasts licking her pussy, she bent over.
She did not like the smell of it at all, and thought that this woman might not have bathed in many days. It only took her a few seconds to realize that her pussy must not smell too sensational either, as she hadn't bathed in many days.
She tried not to inhale through her nose as she began to lick the woman's cunt lips. Then, she spread them and started to suck.
Sally could taste the flavor of the woman, mixed with the taste of the man who had just come in her a few minutes earlier. She sucked the woman's love button between her lips and started to flick her tongue back and forth over it. As she did, she could hear the woman moaning louder and louder.
Then Sally heard more gagging. She realized that it was coming from the woman who was forced to suck Ying, and thought she wanted to turn her head and have a look at that woman, she was scared that Ying might shoot her.
Ying screamed out another command. Within a few more seconds, Sally could feel someone behind her. When she felt a hard cock rubbing against her pussy from behind, she was sure that it was the cock of Ying's second guard.
After all, he had let the first guard fuck the other woman.
She was scared as the cock started to enter her pussy, even while the woman was still licking her, and she had good reason to be. She remembered that after the first time when Ying let his soldiers use her, he'd told her that she would be his and only his, until he tired of her. She was thinking that since he was letting another one of the soldiers fuck her, he had to be tiring of her.
Of course, that made her think he would dispose of her soon, because why should he keep her around if she did not turn him on?
She began to moan, thrusting herself back and forth to meet this man's cock, using her tongue even more skillfully on the other woman's pussy, even while that woman was sucking her clit and flicking her tongue against the cock.
Sally was doing it so that Ying would be fired up by her again, so that Ying would know she still had that heat. So that even more importantly, Ying would want to keep her alive, at least for a few more days.
She felt the woman coming again, and that time, the cream didn't taste at all like the cream of a man. She had probably sucked out all the come from the other man, she knew, and now, all that was left was the flavor of woman.
Sally didn't love it. In fact, she thought that she was going to gag a little bit, but she managed to hold back her gagging by covering with moans.
"Yes, you are a pussy licking American pig," she could hear Ying saying, and he was really the only one laughing about it, because the two women, and his two soldiers did not understand English. Sally didn't say anything to him, nor did she turn to look at him, even though she could now feel the cock throbbing inside of her.
When it started to explode, she was moaning louder, because it did feel rather nice. This was not the largest cock that she'd had inside of her, and the tongue that was licking her clit, was really helping. It made it so much easier for her to come while the cock was fucking her over.
When the soldier had pulled out of her, she heard Ying commanding her to lift her head up. She did, and turned in time to see him pulling his cock out of the mouth of the woman with the large breasts, and slapping her across the face with it. Then, he started to come, all over her face, rubbing his cock on her cheeks and lips.
About a minute after he came, he screamed out another order in his native language. He held out his hand after that, and called for Sally to come over to him.
She did, and even took his hand, though the feeling of his sweaty yellow palm was making her sick. She squeezed his hand a little bit, and she saw the way that he looked at her and started to smile.
When he turned back to look at the two women, he could see that they were now starting to follow orders. They were lying on the ground head to cunt, and starting to lick each other. Sally felt him taking her hand and pulling it to his cock, so that she could jerk on his shaft as he watched them.
She couldn't understand why he didn't just force her to her knees, the way that he usually would. After all, she knew that he was the kind of man who would enjoy the mouth of a woman around his shaft, much more than the hand.
He started to nod his head at his two soldiers, but did not speak to them.
Then he started to talk in English, so that only Sally could understand. .
"You see my blonde American pig, these girls are only good for so much. There are so many of them around, that you tire of them after a short time. Not that I am as thrilled with you as I was when I first had you."
Her body trembled when he said that to her, and he knew it.
"Keep playing with my cock, pig," he said. "I will keep you around a little while longer. Only a little. But I am through with those two. See how my men are starting to fuck them again. Only this time, not with their cocks."
And Sally was shocked. Each man was taking the barrel of his rifle, and each man was starting to move it toward the pussy of each woman.
Of course, they could see what was happening to the other, as they were licking each other, and they could also feel what was happening to themselves.
As they continued to lick each other, the two men were getting on their knees, and they were starting to slide the rifle barrels in and out of the women.
"It makes it easier when the two of them keep each other wet," Ying was saying, and Sally could feel his cock getting hard again. "It makes it so much easier. At least their lives will end with some pleasure."
"No," Sally started to say, for she knew what he was going to do. "You can't do something like that, Ying. It's inhuman."
"Shut up, American pig," he said to her. "Shut up or you will be next. They are feeling pleasure now, from each other's tongue, and also from the barrels of the rifles, for they are like two cocks working away."
"No," Sally said again, for as he was saying it, his cock was starting to throb harder and harder in her hand. "You cannot."
"But I can. I can do whatever I want," he said, and he screamed out. "Ready!"
Sally could feel the cock throbs getting more and more intense.
"Aim!" Ying said, and she was thinking that he must have taught his men what these American words meant, because they were sliding their fingers to the triggers on their rifles, while the women kept eating each other.
She wondered why they did not panic, and thought that maybe they had been barrel fucked before, and nothing had happened. And since they didn't understand English, they didn't have any idea of the words that Ying was screaming out, and what those words meant. Perhaps if they had, they'd be pulling away and trying to run.
"Fire!" Ying screamed, and Sally closed her eyes.
She could hear the sound of the two rifles exploding, and the sounds of screams at the exact same time. The screams died down instantly, but the echoing sound of the rifle fire was exploding through her mind.
Over it, she started to hear heavy breathing, and she realized that she'd been jerking her hand up and down his cock the whole time, and the explosions and what he was seeing as they went off thrilled him.
She knew that he was coming, but she didn't want to look at his cock. She just kept her eyes clenched shut, until she felt his hand moving behind her hand. He grabbed a bunch of her blonde hair and pulled hard.
"Look, American pig," he said to her. "Look at them. I want you to see what they looked like at the very last moment."
She opened her eyes and took one very brief look at the two lifeless bloody bodies, and the two soldiers who were pulling out their blood covered rifle barrels. Then she turned and started to cry, bursting into more tears when she looked at the man's ugly face and saw the way Ying was smiling.
Seconds later, he dragged her out of the hut, began to push her back toward the hut that had been her prison for so long. As he pushed her inside, he reached for a thick leather strap, and tied her arms to the trunk of the tree.
"I wanted to let you see what it would be like when it's time for you to go, for I believe that you shall be put to death in the same way. When it is time. When I have grown bored with you. And let me warn you, my blonde, American pig, I am starting to get bored with you. A few more days perhaps."
And when he left her, she could not stop trembling. Her back was scraping against the bark of the tree trunk, because she was so scared, and tied against it so tightly that she couldn't pull away from it.
For the next few days, he would remind her constantly that she did not have long to live. He would come into the hut only when he wanted to either feed her or abuse her, sexually, and she noticed things.
It sometimes took him a few minutes before he could get his cock hard for her, and that was not a good sign. When he'd first taken her prisoner, he would always pull his cock out of his pants and it would already be hard, because he was that turned on' by the thought of abusing her.
But now, it was taking a few minutes for her to suck him and make him hard.
Even if she hadn't noticed it, he was telling her all the time.
"Yes. Perhaps tomorrow, when you cannot even get my cock hard again, because I tire of your mouth and your tits, and even that blonde-haired pussy of yours, perhaps that will be your last day on earth."
Then, one morning, he walked into the hut. He had such an evil smile on his face, and she didn't even have any energy left to tell him to drop dead.
"I must go out into the jungle now at least for a short time. I just came to tell you that when I return, we will have a funeral. Yours!"
He laughed, as he walked out of the hut, and she could hear him laughinc for a long time, until his voice trailed off in the distance.
Sally burst into hysterics, her body shaking like mad, and though she tried even more desperately to pull herself free, she just couldn't. She was bound too securely, and there was no escape.
