Allah's Army, Part 2 Written by wetfly6969 comments_readers: Is this story worth continuing? Nuzhah grimaced from soreness as the next soldier climbed between her parted legs, slipping his engorged cock easily into her swampy, sore hole. Her pain induced grunt was muffled by the cock trying to force itself deeper into her raw throat. She was exhausted, her arms too tired to raise, her hands unable to squeeze the two cocks they held. She was wet from sweat, some hers, most from the scores of soldier who had been abusing her body for hours. The large room, normally cooled from air conditioning, had too many hot bodies inside to be comfortable. Her mouth was suddenly flooded once again with gluey mucus from the spurting cock head nestled at the opening of her throat, filling her windpipe with goo. The newest soldier jack hammering at her pussy was calling out words she did not understand but one, slut, had been repeated over and over again by different soldiers to her. The shriveling cock was pulled from her mouth only to be replaced by another firm one. "I think she's shooting for a world's record," the lieutenant joked to his commander as they watched. They both were part of the initial "wave" of officers that had the first crack at her and fucked her nonstop of over eight hours before allowing the enlisted men in for their turn. The colonel kept insisting that she take a break to rest once they were finished, but she begged him to allow her to continue. They were unprepared for the mass of bodies waiting to enter the palace and guards had to be posted to prevent riots. That was nearly 12 hours ago and the young Iraqi girl was entering her 20th hour and still going, not wanting to stop. The captain was amazed she could fuck that much with that many soldiers and still want to continue. She even forwent the food they offered; declaring the emissions from the men would be enough to sustain her. The man on top of her began thrusting erratically, and slowed to a stop. She smiled knowing that he had just released his seeds into her and the virus of death she carried would be infecting yet another of the infidels! The air rushing into her swollen cavity burned as the man withdrew causing her to groan. She knew it would be painful, they told her that at the training camp, but she never imagined it would hurt this much. She had no time to think of the pain as the next soldier crawled between her legs. She was so weak, her muscles so sore she couldn't have closed her legs even if she wished to. The liquidly slime from her battered girlhood slithered down her butt crack as the man began thrusting hard into her. The cock inside of her mouth began twitching, releasing its salty goo to the back of her throat. She choked, but swallowed everything. Her mission was going well. She knew this was a suicide mission. Her Sheik and others told her that many times. She would be a martyr, a hero and her name would be spoken along those who sacrificed themselves in the name of Allah. She could have easily been strapped full of explosives and taken out a handful of the invaders, as many have done, but this way was much better and much more effective. Instead of exploding outward with a bomb, she would allow them to explode inward with their cocks and thus receiving the time bomb that will eventually kill them and everyone they knew and loved. She smiled once again as the latest soldier pounding on her began crying out and jabbing her harder. He would be added to all the others infected with the death. "Let's give the little lady a rest," Lieutenant Colonel Jackson said pushing his way to the front of the group. He was the forth man to actually fuck her yesterday and hadn't had a chance to return. Looking down at the sperm-filled pile of flesh, he shook his head. She'd need two baths to get all that shit out of her. "Paleze," Nuzhah, called hoarsely, her voice cracking from the cruelty the men inflicted on her throat. "Allow me to continue. I must," she grunted hardly audible. This was the first time since she began that no soldiers had a cock somewhere in her body. Allah is counting on her and the others to fulfill their destiny and she must finish her mission, at any cost. "You need a break," Jackson said stooping closer, turning his nose at the rancid odor coming from her. "Paleze, I do not wish to stop." Looking upward to Captain Monso he furrowed his brows. "How long has she been at this?" Glancing at his watch, he said, "Just over 20 hours, sir." "Damn," he said turning back to the half conscious girl sprawled out before him. "You can't keep this up for much longer before you pass out. I think you should rest." "NO! Paleze, sir, I must be allowed to do this. It is what I am for." "Who told you this is what you were for?" "Everyone. I am one of the chosen ones. Allah will reward me and my family greatly, but only if I am allowed to complete my mission." "And what exactly IS your mission?" In her delusional state, she had to be careful of what she told him. She can not reveal the true reason she was there or she would risk everything. She knew her family would suffer if she failed to complete what she has started and she would also risk exposing the others who are on the same mission. "To give comfort and relief to the men far from home and who are protecting us," she muttered forcing a smile on her tired face. "I think we should allow her to keep going, sir," Monso spoke from behind his commander. "It's obvious she wants to and the men are enjoying her immensely. Hell, moral is sky rocking and believe it or not, reports of looting and fighting amongst the men have dropped considerably in only one day. I think she's just what the doctor ordered." "That worries me too," he replied. "I have reports from just about every base in Iraq that some young girl just walked up to the gate and offered themselves to the soldiers. I think that's very unusual and warrants a further investigation." "If they have any extra girls, could they send them our way?" he heard someone calling out from the crowd to a round of laughter. Standing, the Colonel glared down at the worn out child willingly giving her sexuality over and over again to the men and grumbled. "You really want to continue?" "YES!" she yelped finally getting a spark of her voice back. Turning to Monso, he said, "Clean her up and let her keep going for as long as she wants to. She checked out on the tests and I don't see a reason to deprive the men of a little R & R." The crowd cheered upon hearing the news and it was a struggle for the few men standing guard to keep them at bay while they took her to the showers. Jackson noticed Abdul standing near the back watching what transpired. He was an Iraqi interpreter for the army and had built a level of trust giving him the freedom to roam unescorted throughout the compound. He approached the smiling man. "Abdul, why don't you take advantage of this young girl's offer?" he said lighting his blunt. "Oh, no, sir," he said still smiling. "My religion will not permit me to perform such a thing," he added glancing toward the men carrying the girl. "No one will know," he said winking. "Be our little secret." "Allah will know, sir, so I must decline your generous offer, sir." "Well, suit yourself," she said turning to leave. "But if you change your mind, just jump right in, no one will mind, I'm sure." Abdul grinned and nodded, watching as the commander left. There is no way he would put his cock into that infested cesspool. He couldn't wait to report to the leaders how well their plan was going. Not only have they allowed the young girl into the compound, they're actually doing just as Hussian predicted they would and are fucking her without protection, each of them infecting themselves with the virus. He smiled at the thought of seeing the men suffering as their bodies become ravaged with disease. He waited 10 more minutes before leaving. He wanted to make sure they brought the girl back and resumed fucking her before making his way out. For the past three hours he watched as soldier after soldier rammed their cocks into the girl, spewing out their sperm, flooding her insides and spreading the virus of death. She was doing a remarkable job and he would report that to the leaders. As the next set of men descended upon her, he turned to leave. There was much work to be done. **** "Abdul, maybe you can convince the girl to eat something," Jackson said noticing he was in the back of the room again watching. "She's been going at it all night long and now its breakfast time and she needs to eat. If nothing else, to keep her strength up." "I will speak to her, sir," he said making his way through the mass of bodies blocking his path. The room thinned a bit throughout the night, but quickly began filling once again as the horny soldiers returned. It was a struggle to make it through the hundreds of men standing between him and the girl. He knew she would be tired after allowing so many men to fuck her for the 34 hours she's been in the room, and would need some words of encouragement to keep her going. It was critical that she infect as many men as she could for their plan to work. Waiting while the man blocking her face finished cumming in her mouth, he stooped closer and whispered in Arabic, "Nuzhah, Allah is great and so is the mission you must complete. Your family and your people are counting on you. Do not disappoint them." She gave a small smile while the man thrusting on top of her spilled his fluids into her tender flesh, burning her like acid. She was too weak to move as he pulled away from her and another soldier replaced him. "Praise Allah!" he shouted backing away to allow another soldier access to her face. He stood watching as the man's cock sank deeply into her mouth, bulging her throat as it when deep into her esophagus. She choked, but didn't struggle as he began thrusting back and forth with the same speed and intensity as the man fucking her tattered pussy. Abdul smiled, leaving the palace to speak with his contact in the hospital. The plan is going better than they expected. **** "Bashir, I do not know how you were able to forge the medical records for Nuzhah, but they truly believe she is healthy," he said hugging his comrade. "What do you mean?" "The tests the Americans did. They were forged to show she is healthy and that is why they have allowed her to perform her duty to Allah." "I do not know what you are speaking of, Abdul. I did not forge any records. The tests they did were conducted by their doctors and we were not given access to them or the results." "They how were they altered? Did one of their doctors change the findings?" "I do not believe they would do that. Besides, they ran all the tests twice and if one had been altered, the other could not have been because they were performed by different labs." Abdul was confused. Why did the tests come back negative when he knew for a fact the girls have all been infected with HIV? "Could their tests be wrong?" "What exactly were they to find, Abdul?" Bashir listened for twenty minutes as his friend explained the master plan to eradicate the American society and drive them from their lands forever. He shook his head upon hearing what Abdul had to say and inquired who devised such a plan. "When were the girls infected with HIV?" he asked checking to be sure no one was listening. "At the training camps, just before they were sent to the American bases." "It generally takes about two months before the virus is detected in our tests, so that is why it did not show up. But it also can take days or weeks before the virus can be transmitted to someone else. It's very important to know when the girls were infected because they may not be contagious right now." "You mean all the men having sex with the girls will not get the virus?" "It is possible. You will need to find out more." "I will need to leave the compound; I can not contact anyone from here. I will return as soon as I can." The men parted ways with Abdul quickly making his way out of the complex. If what Bashir said was true, he will need to tell the others to allow the girls to rest and eat to allow them to be inside the camps longer and infect the men once they become contagious. Passing through the gates, he said his cheerful goodbyes to the American pigs guarding the Green Zone and drove quickly toward the safe house about an hour away. He would need to inform the others of what he has learned and try to keep the plan from falling apart. He cursed under his breath at how foolish it was not to investigate the medical side of the plan before executing it. Looking in the rear view mirror he smiled. "Enjoy her for now, infidels, for soon you will all suffer the wrath of Allah!" ~~~~ ~the end of part 2 (looks like this one will be canceled)