~Subject: ARLENE IS CAPTURED BY THE IRANIANS 1/4
~From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
~Date: 21 Jan 1996 16:14:49 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Chapter 1
Arlene Winston fought to prevent the Iranian soldier from
tearing her blouse away, but his taloned fingers ripped the thin
material from her. He pressed her against the cold cement of the
church cellar and pulled a curved knife from his belt. Arlene froze
in horror as the blade slipped down her cleavage and severed her
bra with a single flick of his wrist. The bra fell away to expose
her firm breasts to his feverish stare.
She couldn't believe that this was happening to her. One
minute she was sight-seeing with Asther, her daughter, and the next
minute she was being assaulted in the church cellar. A group of
Iranian Moslem soldiers had unexpectedly attacked the church. Arlene
could still hear the sounds of screaming and rifle fire as the
Iranian soldier pressed obscenely against her in the dark room.
His crotch pushed against her and she felt his rigid cock
digging into her skirt. He pinned her against the wall by holding
the sharp knife against her throat. She was afraid to move. The
blade felt like ice against her flesh. Fear raced through her
veins. His fingers toyed with her naked breasts, pinched her
nipples and stroked the firm flesh. She listened to the atrocious
things he said he was going to do to her if she didn't cooperate
with him.
"I'll slit your belly open all the way up to your throat if
you try to get away," he warned, his hot, rotten breath burning
against her neck. "You have nice tits. I like nice tits." He dug
his fingers brutally into her flesh. He raked his fingernails over
her nipples until they stood up hard. "I'm going to fuck you like
you've never been fucked before."
Arlene felt her nerves surging with fear. Her flesh cringed at
the despicable touching but she was powerless to stop it. "Please,
let me go," she begged.
He giggled at her and brought his knife from her throat to the
waistband of her skirt. He slashed through the cloth belt and her
skirt dropped to the stone floor around her feet. He pushed her
blouse and severed bra from her shoulders until they too dropped to
the floor. He stepped back and examined his captive as she stood in
just her bikini panties and sandals. He unbuttoned his pants and
pulled his stinking cock out. "Look at it," he ordered. "Feel it
because I'm going to bury it in your pussy."
Arlene shook her head. "No please, let me go back with the
others."
Angrily, the soldier grabbed Arlene's hair and pulled her head
down until she faced his pulsating cock. "I didn't separate you
from them just to take you back. Look at my cock! Touch it! Hurry!"
He twisted her hair until tears ran from the corners of Arlene's
eyes.
Sinking to her knees, Arlene looked at the Iranian's huge,
uncircumcised cock. It stood up like a charged fire hose, hard and
threatening. Part of his cock head poked through his foreskin.
While she watched in disgust, he reached down and pumped his
mammoth organ back and forth in his fist, pulling his foreskin all
the way back. His pulsing, red knob glistened with savage passion.
A drop of goo oozed from the slit.
Arlene had never seen a repulsive cock so close before and
despite herself she could not stop looking at it. She could smell
the strong, pungent stench of his sex. His massive, hairy balls
dangled beneath his spear. His organ was so large that she didn't
think it would be possible for it to actually go inside a woman.
"Suck it!" he ordered. "Lick my cock and balls all over. I
want to feel your lips and tongue cleaning my knob." He twisted her
hair even tighter and pulled her face closer to his sweating body
until her lips touched the scum on his cock head.
The fluid smeared over her lips and she stuck her tongue out
and licked it away. It tasted gross. He forced his hunk of raw meat
between her lips and she felt the rough texture of his cock sliding
over her tongue. Arlene had never had a cock in her mouth before and
she was nauseous. She expected to throw up at any moment.
Arlene felt his cock head and shaft working back and forth over
her tongue. Saliva filled her mouth and washed his cock. It tasted
as bad as she thought it would. She tried to relax her throat so
that more of his cock could get into her mouth without hurting her.
"That's it," the Iranian groaned. "Take it all. I want to feel my
prick going all the way down your throat." He forced his hips
forward harder and harder, forcing his penis even deeper into her
mouth. His balls slapped against her chin each time he lunged
forward. "Oh, that feels good. You will make a real good
cocksucker. Your mouth is so hot and wet."
When Arlene realized how much pleasure she was giving him, shame
washed over her at how easily she had given in to this perversion.
She wouldn't even use her mouth on her husband's member. Yet she
was petrified not to do as the sadist demanded. He still held the
knife in one hand and wrenched her hair with his other hand. She
had heard so many tales about the cruelty of the Iranians that she
dared not refuse his demented requests!
The sound of rifles firing still penetrated the thick walls of
the cellar and Arlene knew that there was no one to rescue her.
Arlene kept thinking that the soldier was making a mistake. That
maybe he didn't know she was a British spy. She kept hoping that
this was only a nightmare and that any second she would wake up and
everything would be all right. But the cock stuffed in her mouth
was no dream and the knife held at the ready was not a mistake.
However, politics and war had nothing to do with why this
Iranian soldier had forced her away from the rest of the soldiers
and captives. She was being held for the soldiers personal pleasure
and there was no one around who could help her.
The fear burning through her breasts was fanned to an even
greater intensity as the Iranian pushed her mouth from his cock and
kicked her back onto the stone floor. He stared at her crotch. The
dark hair covering her pussy was plainly visible through her white
panties. He spread her thighs, pushing her legs apart with his
boots. He licked his lips and a grotesque smirk split his cruel
features as he masturbated his cock.
He knelt between her thighs and slipped his knife between her
panties and heaving belly. Slowly, ever so slowly, he severed the
thin nylon until her panties lay in shreds around her hips and her
naked pussy was completely exposed to his sadistic stare. He leaned
forward until his mouth came in contact with the bare flesh of her
cunt. She shivered as his hot tongue licked her crotch.
His tongue spread her pussy lips and licked up her slit until
it reached her clitoris. Arlene's whole body convulsed as his tongue
tortured her. Disgust and loathing flooded her sanity.
Arlene kept her arms above her head, the backs of her hands
pressed against the floor as he licked greedily at her pussy. She
was afraid to touch the foul beast, even to push him away. She just
wanted this horrible act to end.
His teeth nibbled and chewed her tender flesh. His fingers
rubbed along the insides of her thighs. She felt his fingers
spreading her ass cheeks and exploring along her crevice until he
reached her tightly clenched anus. She tightened her sphincter
muscle against his unwashed finger. One finger fondled the flesh
around her asshole. She prayed that he would not try to penetrate
her ass. But as he forced a finger into her, there was nothing she
could do to stop him. She writhed and cried out, but he didn't
stop. Deeper and deeper he pushed his finger into her ass until she
felt his hand buried completely between her buttocks.
As he continued licking and sucking her pussy, he drove his
finger in and out of her ass. It hurt. She couldn't believe that
being finger fucked could be so painful. But, she reminded herself,
she had no choice. She had to submit to the deviate desires of a
dirty Iranian. Her body burned and throbbed with pain and she could
not stop it.
The Iranian stopped licking her pussy and rocked back on his
heels to ogle her. He smiled sadistically and licked his lips. "Now
you're going to get a taste of cock!"
Terror shot through Arlene's body. "No, please," she pleaded.
"Your cock is too big. I can't take it. It will tear me apart!"
Her words only inflamed the Iranian's desire even more. He held
her wrists above her head and lowered his hips between her thighs.
"I'm going to stick it in so far you'll taste it," he said.
Arlene tried to pull free, but he twisted her arms so she was
forced to arch her back and neck to keep her shoulders from
dislocating. Her breasts were pushed against his face. And then she
felt his hard cock pushing against her cunt. His slimy knob spiked
between her pussy lips and shoved into her orifice. With one savage
thrust, the Iranian drove his raw meat to the hilt into her vagina.
Arlene gasped with pain and screamed out her frenzied protest, but
nothing could stop the perverted sadist from raping her.
She felt her cunt filled with his cruel cock. His knob slammed
against her cervix and stretched her tender membranes until she
thought her pussy would explode. But despite her screams, he
continued to plunge his cock even deeper into her tortured flesh.
He drew back until only his knob remained between her cunt lips
then rammed himself a second time into her cunt with the full force
of his hips. Arlene shrieked again.
He began grinding his hips slowly back and forth, forcing his
cock to rub violently against her clitoris. Arlene tried to blot out
the pain that his cock was inflicting on her tender flesh but the
anguish continued to build as his heaving cock sliced in and out of
her cunt. She felt her body abused beyond anything she had ever
experienced before. Every nerve in her body screamed for mercy.
As his hips drove his rod faster and faster, Arlene tried
everything to lessen the pain. She was hurt. She was humiliated.
But he didn't stop. Her pussy felt on fire with the agony of the
vicious thrusts. His cock drove in and out with vengeance as he
raped Arlene.
And then she felt his cock exploding and spurting hot cum into
her body. He climaxed with shaking spasms of unleashed passion. She
pounded her heels into his buttocks trying to throw him off. Wave
after wave of agony washed over her like burning lava. The searing
pain was like nothing she had ever believed possible. She felt his
cum filling her and dripping out around his cock to dribble in
thick gobs down her buttocks and into her ass crack.
His orgasm went on and on. It was only when the Iranian had spent
himself and lay exhausted on Arlene's stomach that she managed to
regain control of her senses. And when she did, she felt guilt and
humiliation sweep through her for the awful way he had raped her.
The Iranian pushed himself away for her. He wiped his dripping
cock on her belly. "Everyone is going to fuck you, bitch," he
sneered.
Chapter 2
Arlene cringed and slid back against the wall, trying at the
same time to gather her slashed clothing and cover her nakedness.
Everyone is going to fuck you, bitch! She couldn't believe his
sadistic outburst.
"No," she moaned. She shook her head at the Iranian. "No, you've
done enough to me. Please just leave me alone. I want to go back
with the rest of them." She tried to keep the tears from running
down her cheeks, but she couldn't stop the flow. Her breasts shook
as she cried.
The Iranian laughed at her. His rotten teeth looked like fangs as
he pushed his soft cock back in his pants and zipped up. "I
wouldn't want my friends to miss out on fucking someone as unique
as you. We like women who fight and scream." He laughed crudely.
But, when the heavy wooden door to the cellar was thrown open
and a uniformed Sergeant stepped inside, The Iranian immediately
stopped laughing and came to attention. The Sergeant marched to the
centre of the room and Arlene felt the same fear the Iranian soldier
felt. The Sergeant completely dominated the room.
"What are you doing down here?" the Sergeant demanded. "You
are supposed to be with the others." He did not even glance at Arlene
although he was aware that she was there. "Take the prisoner and
join the others. They will be interrogated. Already we have hung
the traitor in the courtyard. If you don't want to join him as an
example, you'll do what you're told."
Arlene read the fear in the Iranian soldier's voice when he
answered. "I thought she might have information to give me," he
mumbled. "I saw her talking to that filthy traitor. I was only
asking her questions." The soldier turned to Arlene and made his
voice sound as tough as possible. "Come with me, bitch! You're
going with the others."
That's when the Sergeant looked at her for the first time.
Arlene saw the expression on his face turn from anger to lust. He
looked at her face and then at her body where she was unable to
completely cover her nudity with the torn clothes. She felt a
sinking feeling in her stomach. The news that she was going to join
the others had been too good to be true. Now she knew something was
going wrong. The look the Sergeant had on his face was the same as
the soldier's had been when he separated her from the rest of the
prisoners.
"Wait," he said. "Maybe this woman does have something to tell
us. You say she was talking to the traitor. Then she's one of them.
You join the others. I'll question her before joining you."
The Iranian soldier was only too eager to get away from the
Sergeant. Only the tiniest smirk when the Sergeant wasn't looking
revealed that the soldier knew why the Sergeant really decided to
keep her behind. And then the soldier was gone leaving the Sergeant
alone with Arlene. She looked at his face and terror greater than she
had felt with the soldier gripped her entire body. She felt cum
still oozing from her pussy. She tightened her thighs together. He
looked so evil!
"Give me your purse."
Arlene handed it to him immediately. She acted completely out of
fear. She was ashamed of herself for showing it so much. She slid
back against the wall, her clothes hugged to her breasts while he
went through her purse, looking at her identification papers. He
stopped when he found a picture of a girl. He studied the girl for
a moment, his eyes narrowing.
"She's my daughter," Arlene explained.
He looked at her like. "I see. Where is she now?" The Sergeant
pushed Arlene's hands to her sides. He stared at her breasts, then
spread her thighs apart with his foot and looked at her still
dripping pussy. "Answer me!"
Arlene found it hard to concentrate on what he was asking. The
way he stared at her and rubbed the front of his pants at the same
time told her that she was going to be raped again. She saw the
ominous bulge. He seemed more interested in her body than he did
the answer to his question. She tried to draw her legs together
again but he kicked them apart. Somehow, it seemed wrong to answer
him. "I don't know." she said.
The Sergeant laughed. "That's the answer I expected. If you
didn't have anything to hide, you would have answered me." He tore
her clothes away from her and threw Arlene's purse on the floor.
Standing over her, his feet on each side of her hips, he looked
down and said, "You will tell me anything I want to know before I'm
through with you. You'll beg to talk to me."
He began rubbing his cock while he leered at her. Arlene was too
embarrassed to look in his eyes. She kept her face turned while he
began to unzip his pants.
The terror of what was going to happen to her caused Arlene to
bite her lower lip in an attempt to keep from crying. She tried to
put her mind on something other than what was happening to her.
"Where is your daughter?" the Sergeant asked again.
Arlene couldn't even explain to herself why she didn't want to
tell him where Asther was. She was a spy. She had a lot of other
things to hide. Stubbornness gripped her. Besides, if she answered
that question, he would want to talk to Asther as well and that
would lead to the fact that Asther was with the other prisoners.
She couldn't hold back her tears any longer.
Arlene heard the Sergeant unbuckling his belt. She looked up as
he pulled it from his pants. His cock and balls swung loose. Even
as he drew the belt back, he kept one hand stroking his cock. The
shaft hardened and stood out and dirty-looking from the matted hair
on his groin. The belt whistled through the air and landed with a
searing slap across her breasts. Arlene jumped as pain burned through
her flesh like fire. The belt lashed her breasts a second and third
time.
Her breasts swelled. This was worse, much worse, that the
rape. She felt as though her nerves were alive with pulsing
electricity each time the belt lashed over her tits. She rolled
from side to side as the belt continued to whip her breasts, then
her belly. He aimed the leather at other parts of her body,
covering her thighs and buttocks with red streaks when she turned
around to protect her breasts.
Finally he dropped the belt and grabbed her by the hair. He
bent her over until her face was pressed against his vile-smelling
cock. Arlene knew what she had to do. She didn't wait for orders. The
faster she did what he wanted, the quicker her humiliation would be
over. She took his cock in her mouth and tasted the staleness of
it. He held her ears and pulled her face against his crotch until
her nose was completely buried in his sweaty pubic hair and his
cock was driven so far into her mouth that she almost gagged. The
smell was horrid and she wondered briefly if these people ever
bathed.
His huge penis slipped into her throat. He pulled on her hair
and thrust his hips forward at the same time. She thought, at
first, that she would suffocate until she relaxed her throat
muscles on the in strokes and breathed on the out strokes. His hot
cock felt like a club being rammed into her mouth. As soon as his
cock was covered with her saliva, he pulled his shaft out and
turned her around so her ass was positioned at his hips.
She knew immediately what he was going to do. "Oh, no, not
that," she pleaded. "Your cock will tear me apart. It will kill me.
Please, please don't!"
Begging did her no good. The sound of her voice pleading with
him only seemed to inflame him more. He held her hips and worked
his cock back and forth along her ass crack. She felt his knob
sliding wetly over her anus. She shivered each time his cock head
poked and skidded past her asshole. She knew his cock would tear
her apart.
He spread her buttocks and positioned his cock against her
asshole. With one cruel shove, he forced his hard organ to the hilt
in her ass. Arlene screamed as his cock tore into her bowels, pushing
aside her tender membrane and forcing its way into her body. She
felt as though a pole was being driven into her. Pain spread
through her flesh. She gasped and bucked to escape him but each
move she made only seemed to drive his cock deeper into her ass.
His fingers dug into her buttocks, pushing and pulling her
body back and forth so that his prick surged in and out of her ass
like a piston. "I'm going to fuck you until you decide to tell me
all about your daughter. And if my cock is not enough for you, I
know hundreds of others that would be eager to help make you talk!"
The pain was atrocious as his cock thrust in and out of her
ass. A burning fire spread through her entire body. Her nerves
strained to accept this sadistic violation. Her body took on a life
of its own, thrusting and forcing her hips forward to escape his
plunging meat. But nothing helped. The Sergeant's cock continued to
torture her.
This pain was worse than the belt on her tits. Her ass was
throbbing. He fucked her ass like a perverted demon. He grunted
with each thrust and dug his fingers savagely into her buttocks. He
raked his fingers over her thighs and dug them into her cunt. She
felt his nails scratching viciously over her clitoris. He moved
inside her like an enraged bull, his balls slapping against her
thighs with each determined stroke.
Arlene arched her back as his cock stabbed into her ass like a
huge snake. The Sergeant began slapping her thighs and hips, his
big hands smacking her tender flesh while he grunted like a pig.
The closer the Sergeant came to orgasm, the harder he slapped
her body. He spanked every inch of her flesh he could reach. He
leaned over her and punched her breasts back and forth until they
were on fire. He struck her legs until her thighs were covered with
the red imprint of his hands. Every slap and every surge of pain
pushed Arlene closer to the breaking point.
She felt her knees buckling as he beat the outsides of her
legs, but he held her up with his hands and his cock as he
continued to punish and fuck her at the same time. And then she
felt his cum exploding into her ass as he reached a shuddering
climax. His body heaved and spasmed. He drove his cock in and out
of her ass with unbelievable savagery.
With his cock spurting hot cum into her ass, he hammered her
tits as hard as he could. Arlene's nerves screamed with every
impaling lunge of his violent prick. His cum filled her ass and
leaked out, running down her tortured thighs.
His orgasm gripped him with such intensity that he could not
hold back his screams of pleasure. His cock agitated in and out of
her ass in an obscene display of erupting pleasure. Even after he
had emptied his thick load into her, the Sergeant kept his cock
moving. It was only after the gripping intensity of his orgasm
ended that he pulled out of her.
~Subject: REPOST-ARLENE IS CAPTURED BY THE IRANIANS 2/5
~From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
~Date: 21 Jan 1996 16:24:31 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Chapter 3
Instead of letting Arlene join the other prisoners, however, the
Sergeant adjusted his clothes and left her huddled naked against
the stone wall. He closed the heavy wooden door behind him without
a word. Arlene expected at any moment for someone to come and get her
but the minutes kept ticking by and nothing happened. She covered
herself as well as she could with her ruined clothing and looked
around the room. It was the first chance she'd had to inspect her
surroundings.
Only one half a window near the ceiling allowed light into the
room. There was no way she could squeeze through that opening.
Except for a dusty wooden table and a broken bench, the room was
bare of furniture. It seemed like forever before she heard the
sound of the heavy door opening and looked up to see her daughter,
Asther, pushed into the room. Asther was naked. She stumbled and
fell in the centre of the room. The door slammed shut.
Asther had long blonde hair and blue eyes. Her breasts were
larger than her mother's. She was taller than Arlene and her hips
were broader. Her breasts shook with fear as she forced herself to
her feet.
Arlene embraced her daughter, tears streaming down their faces
as they clutched their naked bodies together.
Finally, Arlene pulled away self-consciously. "They raped you
too?" she said to Asther.
Asther's eyes flared. "Pigs! The Iranians are nothing but dirty
pigs. They killed that man you were talking to and they said that
you are a spy. They are going to make you confess! You're not a
spy, mom, tell me you're not a spy." Asther started to cry.
"Did they ask you any questions?" Arlene asked.
Asther tried to respond to Arlene's question but she couldn't
bring herself to talk any more. She felt a knot tying up inside of
her. Her face puckered like a baby and she clutched her hands to
her bare breasts. Arlene drew her close and pressed her wet face
against her cheek. Softly, she began stroking Asther's back and
sides telling her that everything would be all right.
She felt the ridges and the inflamed flesh. Someone had used
the belt on Asther.
Asther allowed herself to be coddled and pampered. Her sobs
quieted as Arlene rocked her gently back and forth. After a long
time, Asther began to feel warm and secure in her mother's arms.
Asther knew she was taking advantage of her mother's kindness.
She should be braver but it felt so good to be held and babied that
she kept her face buried in Arlene's chest. Asther began to relax and
Arlene's hands continued to caress and stroke her body. She knew that
her mother couldn't be a spy. They were just lying to her to
separate them.
Arlene whispered, "No, I'm not a spy, Asther. But don't tell
them anything anyway. This is just between you and me!"
"And me!" a deep male voice sneered from the doorway.
Startled, they turned and stared horror stricken at the
twisted smile of the Sergeant.
"I'm sure that the Lieutenant would enjoy talking to you two!"
Chapter 4
The Sergeant laughed and left the room. The girls heard the
lock slam closed. Huddled together against the cold, they expected
at any minute to be dragged off for the evil pleasures of the
Iranians, but, as the night wore on, nothing happened. They dozed
fitfully only to be awakened several times during the night by
sporadic rifle fire.
Morning brought a welcome relief from the cold. Arlene shared
her shredded clothes with Asther, but they did little to cover
their nakedness. The entire day passed without anyone bringing them
any food or water. And although they listened hard, they could not
hear any of the other prisoners that had been captured with them.
They didn't hear any more rifle fire.
When night came again, Arlene was beginning to believe that the
Iranians had abandoned them, but finally the door was thrown open and
two Iranians they had not seen before entered the room. One of them
held a rifle while the other bound their arms behind their backs
with coarse rope. He made the two captives kneel and put their
forehead on the floor while he tied their ankles and ran the rope
through their legs and around their necks so they could not
straighten their bodies without choking.
He ripped their shredded clothes away and left them completely
naked. The Iranians left the room without bothering to close the door.
In a moment they came back carrying a large wooden box between
them. Setting the box on the floor, they lifted first Asther and
then Arlene and dumped them inside. The lid was put on and nailed
shut. There was barely enough room for both of them despite the
extremely painful and compact position they were tied in.
Arlene struggled to keep from screaming as darkness and the
cramped position brought on a terrifying claustrophobic fear.
Asther made no sound and if it had not been for her courage, Arlene
knew she would have gone to pieces as the box was lifted and
carried away. All kinds of horrible images flashed through Arlene's
mind. The Iranians were going to throw the box in water and drown
them. They were going to burn them alive.
Along with the terror Arlene was acutely aware of the coarse
rope rubbing between her thighs, cutting into her naked slit and
savaging her flesh. Each time she straightened it was drawn even
tighter and savage pain raced through her body.
And then she could not remember anymore until she woke up in
a dark cell with her wrists chained to the wall. Fear gripped her
guts. She was even too afraid to scream. There were no windows and
only a tiny slot high in the door allowed any light into the six by
six foot cell. Arlene sat naked and alone against the wall facing the
door. When she tried to stand, the chains pulled her back down. The
short chains prevented her from laying down or standing up.
She remembered the cruel look on the Sergeant's face and knew
now that her torture had only started. They knew about her or at
least suspected. For the first time in years, she began to pray.
She prayed that someone would find her and rescue her. But she had
little hope of that. She prayed that she would not be sexually
abused or tortured but she had little faith in that prayer either.
And she prayed that they would not hurt Asther but she knew that
even that prayer would not be answered.
She was cold and hungry. But mostly she was thirsty. She
would have done anything for a drink of water.
But when the water finally came, it was not what she expected.
She heard footsteps again. The cell door opened and a guard stood
with what looked like a fire hose in his hand. He twisted the
nozzle and immediately a heavy stream of water plastered her
against the wall.
It took a moment before she realized what was happening. She
was being given a bath. And that meant only one thing. Someone
wanted to use her sexually. The guard turned off the water,
unchained her wrists and attached a chain around her neck. He led
her like an animal out of the cell and down a dark, narrow
passageway.
She passed other cells on both sides of the hall. She wondered
if Asther was in one of them. The room she was taken to was much
the same as the one she came from except that it was larger and
had, on first glance, what appeared to be a doctor's examining
table, but on closer scrutiny, Arlene realized with horror that it
was a table used to spread-eagle and torture victims. The guard
padlocked the end of the chain to the table and left her alone.
Arlene did not have long to wait. When the door opened, one of
the grossest men Arlene had ever seen stepped inside. He was dressed
in a dirty uniform. Only his eyes betrayed his sinister purpose. He
looked at Arlene's naked body with obvious pleasure, his eyes taking
in her breasts and moving slowly down to her pussy.
"So, you're the spy everyone is talking about. You've catsed
us a lot of trouble. No one seems to know what to do with you." His
eyes continued devouring her naked flesh. "I can see a lot of uses
for you though. We could use you as a reward for our soldiers.
Almost any man would enjoy fucking you."
And then she felt
the end of the knobbed handle poking into her cunt. With one hard
shove, he rammed the handle into her. Arlene screamed as the horrible
leather tore into her flesh.
"Take that, bitch. And that and that." He stabbed the whip
again and again into her tortured flesh, drawing the handle back
until only the knob remained inside her and then jamming it forward
until Arlene felt it slamming against her cervix. He raped her with
the whip handle, savagely penetrating her flesh.
And then she felt his cock head working along her ass crack as
he worked the whip in her cunt. "No," she screamed. "Not there. You
can't put it into my ass. It will never go." Her words only
inflamed the sadist. She felt the cruel head pushing at her tightly
clenched anus and then with a single vicious plunge, he buried it
to the hilt in her ass.
Arlene thought she would pass out with pain as his monstrous
cock violated her asshole. But as his cock continued raping her
ass, she felt the pain slowly increasing until her mind screamed
its refusal and disgust.
Again and again, the beast and the whip raped savagely in and
out of Arlene's body until his orgasm exploded into her ass. He
erupted with spasms of perverted release.
As he cursed and humped his body into her buttocks as hard as
he could, Arlene heard herself screaming. His scalding semen filled
her. Spurt after spurt flooded her. Arlene thought that his orgasm
would never end. He bit her shoulders and back, his nails scratched
and dug into her breasts. She tried to escape to black
unconsciousness.
He pulled from her. "So much for being nice. Now I'm going to
teach you what it's like when I'm not nice."
Chapter 5
He kept the whip pushed as far as it would go in her pussy,
twisting it slowly with back and forth movements as he let the
slime on his cock drip to the floor. Then he tore the whip out of
her.
He pulled on the chain and spun her around to face him. She
looked down at the floor, but her eyes could not fail to notice his
wet cock still swollen and terrifying even in a softer state. Self-
consciously, she forced herself to look as far away from it as
possible.
He laughed and slapped her face. "Don't be modest," he said.
"It's just been up your ass." And when she still kept her eyes
turned away, he slapped her face again. "Look at it. I want you to
see before I stick it in your mouth."
Revulsion flooded Arlene at the thought of putting in her mouth
a cock that had just been up her ass. She couldn't do it. He had to
be kidding. She wouldn't do it. "No," she said, "I won't do..."
He didn't give her time to finish. His hands slapped each side
of her face and then her breasts. He struck her with unbelievable
cruelty, beating her breasts as they swung back and forth. He kept
punishing her bare tits spanking them from side to side.
Arlene screamed, immediately regretting what she had said. The
vicious beating continued until her breasts were throbbing. He
punched her in the stomach, he stood on her bare feet, he slapped
her face, he punished her thighs. The torture went on until he was
forced to stop to catch his breath.
He unlocked the chain from the table, but kept the loose end
in his hand. "Get on your knees," he ordered. His voice left no
question about being obeyed. Arlene complied. "Kiss my feet, bitch.
Lick my toes." He lashed Arlene's buttocks twice before she had time
to lean forward and get her mouth on her feet.
Fear forced Arlene to obey him. She felt like gagging when she
touched the top of his right foot with her tongue. The taste was as
vile as she imagined it would be. Two more lashes of the whip
caught her in the tender crevice of her ass. She forgot her nausea
and started to lick the tops of his feet.
"Suck my toes. Suck them like you're going to suck my cock."
He lifted his right foot just enough that Arlene, by kneeling
with her chin almost on the floor, was able to take his big toe
into her mouth. She sucked his toe like she had sucked her own
thumb when she was a child. She felt his nail scratching her
tongue. She licked between his toes. She moved from toe to toe,
sucking each in turn until his toes were wet with her saliva. And
when she had finished with one foot, he lifted the other one.
Arlene's humiliation was beyond anything she had ever
experienced. She submitted to him with a resignation that bordered
on hysteria. She sucked his toes until she couldn't remember
anything other than having his toes in her mouth. She began licking
the sides of his feet. She licked his soles and his heels.
"Now, my legs, cunt. Lick them. Kiss them. Work you way up to
my cock nice and slow."
Arlene obeyed. She was in a trance. She licked and kissed his
calves. She worked up to his knees on one leg and then shifted to
the other. She licked, sucked and kissed every inch of his thighs,
working slowly and carefully fearing his reaction if she didn't
please him.
She finished his legs by licking up the inside of his thighs
until her face was pressed against his groin. His hairy balls
covered her face and she smelled the horrible aroma of his cum
smeared cock. She licked his balls. His cock grew with aroused lust
until it stood hard and erect.
She licked the sides of his shaft, starting at the base and
working her way along its length until she reached the filthy knob.
His cock head was swollen so much that it was all she could do to
get it into her mouth. The taste was gross. Saliva flooded her
mouth and washed over his cock, cleaning it.
He ground his hips forward as Arlene's mouth engulfed his cock.
He held her hair in his hands and pulled her face harder against
his genitals. The cock probed her throat. She thought she would
suffocate but managed to relax her muscles enough to let his cock
into her throat.
Breathing on the out strokes, Arlene managed to keep his cock in
her mouth without gagging or suffocating. She worked her head up
and down as his hips pushed his cock in and out of her mouth. His
cock filled her throat and stretched the muscles in her neck.
He was not satisfied. He wanted more cock in her mouth. He
surged and bucked against her. Arlene fear of choking was paramount.
How much could she take? He would choke her to death. She knew that
her jaws would lock or break from the tension of the huge cock
forcing her mouth wide open.
And then, with a final vicious shove, he rammed his cock all
the way into her and Arlene felt her nose buried in his matted pubic
hair. She couldn't believe that she had actually swallowed his
entire cock. His balls slapped under her chin and against her neck
as he continued to fuck her mouth.
His foul breath exhaled each time he thrust into Arlene. Then,
his climax started. His entire body tensed and then exploded in
violent spasms. He gurgled and writhed as the uncontrollable
eruptions emptied into her mouth. She gulped and swallowed as fast
as she could surprised by the copious discharge so soon after he
had unloaded in her ass.
He pumped with a savagery that bordered on insanity. He cursed
and screamed obscenities as his cock discharged into Arlene's mouth.
The hideous slime leaked out of the corners of her lips and ran
down her chin.
The perverted abuse continued as he writhed and coiled in
violent spasms. He jerked on her hair until he was exhausted. And
when his climax was over, he kept Arlene's mouth on his cock until it
had softened.
Finally, he pushed her away. He questioned her again about
spying.
"Surely you don't really believe I'm a spy," she said. "I've
told you the truth."
His smile twisted evilly and sadistically. "Perhaps if I hung
you upside down for a few days it would drain the truth back into
your brain!"
~Subject: ARLENE IS CAPTURED BY THE IRANIANS 3/5
~From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
~Date: 21 Jan 1996 16:16:34 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Chapter 6
Arlene tried to fight him when she realized that he was serious
about hanging her upside down, but he grabbed her throat and began
squeezing until her face turned blue and the room began fading into
darkness. He let go of her throat and began buckling leather straps
to her ankles. Arlene tried to kick her legs free, but he doubled his
right fist and slugged her in the stomach. It took all the fight
out of her. She struggled to catch her breath.
When the leather straps were in place, he attached two lengths
of chain to them and ran the chains through two pulleys in the
ceiling. Arlene was jerked upside down, her head dangling waist high,
her legs spread obscenely apart. She looked like a huge Y hanging
from the ceiling. Blood rushed to her head. She had difficulty
breathing. She could not touch the floor with her fingertips.
He twisted her arms behind her back and tied them together. He
walked around her, flicking her breasts and ass with a riding crop.
Arlene jerked spasmodically each time the leather bit into her flesh.
The pervert laughed and lashed her again. "How does it feel," he
asked, "to hang upside down?" Then he got dressed.
Arlene was terrified. How long could she stay in this position?
Already her ankles ached. She watched her torturer finish dressing.
He left the room after warning her that unless she agreed to tell
him everything she knew, she would hang in that position until she
died.
When she was alone, she started crying hysterically. Tears
streamed from her eyes and rolled down over her forehead. Every
inch of her body hurt from the prolonged whipping she had endured.
Thirst plagued her. He would do anything for a drink of water. She
knew that she would have to escape if she was going to survive. No
one would be able to find her. She didn't even know where she was.
Maybe if she pretended to give them some information, their
vigilance would relax enough that she could make an escape. But
what could she tell them?
Stabbing pains brought on by the vicious ravishment invaded
her pussy and anus. The foul taste of his cum still lingered in her
mouth. She twisted her arms behind her back to try and free them,
but the more she struggled the tighter the leather worked into her
flesh. Finally she gave up. The less she moved, the less her ankles
hurt.
Hours seemed to go by as she hung there with the blood
throbbing like a drum in her head. Finally the door opened and
Asther was pushed into the room. She was naked and her body bore
the marks of violent torment.
Asther rushed to her mother. "What have they done to you?" She
tried to lift Arlene's head, but it did nothing to relieve the
pressure on the girl's ankles. She looked at the straps around
Arlene's ankles, but they were padlocked to the chains. "Oh, mom, I
can't get you down." Asther started crying. She sank to her knees
helplessly.
The door opened again and the Sergeant came in. His smile was
twisted and even more hideous than before. "Did you have a good
time with the Commander?" He looked at Asther. "Get away from her!"
Asther backed away. "Let her down," she pleaded. "She can't
stay like that." She straightened her shoulders, lifting her bare
breasts as provocatively as she could. "Let her down and I'll do
anything you want. I'll please you, I promise."
The Sergeant laughed. "You'll do anything I want anyway. Why
should I let her down?" He moved closer to Arlene, turning his back
on Asther. He removed a black leather belt from his pants. "You
didn't tell the Commander what he wanted to know. He's very upset
with you. And when he's upset, I'm upset." He swung the belt at the
apex of her spread thighs.
The leather bit into Arlene's pussy with a loud crack. Arlene
shrieked. Her cunt felt like a torch was stuffed into it. Asther
made a wild grab for the belt, but the Sergeant turned and kicked
her in the stomach. The brutal blow literally lifted Asther from
the floor and shot her across the room where she lay gasping for
breath and unable to move. Her arms hugged her bare belly.
"The Sergeant grinned. "You'll get your chance to help your
mother, if she's really your mother. But it won't be by promising
things to me that you're going to provide anyway." He swung the
belt again and lashed Arlene's breasts. And when Arlene's anguished
shriek echoed off the wall, he whipped her again. He took great
pleasure in making her sensitive globes dance under the cruel
attack. He whipped her until his arm tired. Then he turned back to
Asther still huddled against the wall. "Now if you want to help
your mother, you can take her place."
Asther looked at him, confused. "Take her place?"
"Yes. You seem so eager to take the pain away from her. If you
want to take her place, you can hang upside down while she watches
you." He smiled. "You don't have to. You can let her take all the
punishment. Answer!"
Asther hesitated only a second. "I'll take her place."
Arlene begged Asther not to do it, but neither Asther or the
Sergeant paid any attention to her. The Sergeant lowered Arlene to
the floor, unlocked the chains and placed them on Asther's ankles.
He left Arlene's arms tied behind her back while he raised Asther
upside down in the same position as Arlene had been. He tied Asther's
arms behind her back and stood in front of her laughing. "You're a
fool," he told her, "to take your mother's punishment."
He began whipping Asther's breasts. The leather bit into her
hanging mounds and made them dance suggestively. He criss-crossed
her entire body with red marks. Again and again the leather belt
kissed Asther's naked flesh. She screamed in agony.
Arlene stared horrified at what Asther was going through to
protect her. She should be receiving the violence directed at
Asther. She pleaded with the Sergeant to stop, to put her back on
the chains and free her daughter, but the Sergeant continued
lashing his belt mercilessly over Asther's flesh. Only when his
breath came in deep gasps did he stop the cruel punishment.
He turned to Arlene, an obscene smug look on his face. "And now
it's time for you to put on a show for your daughter. Don't you
think she deserves a break after taking your punishment?"
Arlene agreed immediately. "Yes, I'll do anything you want if
you'll just stop whipping her."
The Sergeant knocked on the door. It was opened immediately by
a uniformed guard holding a vicious looking German Shepherd dog on
the end of a leash. The guard handed the leash to the Sergeant and
closed the door. "This is a female," the Sergeant said, displaying
the animal. "And she's in heat. And the male dogs are waiting to
get at her. We've kept her tied just out of reach of a whole yard
full of big male guard dogs."
"You're going to get her smell all over you!" His twisted
smile broadened when Arlene shrieked and pressed herself against the
wall of the prison cell. "You're going to rub yourself with the
dog's cunt smell."
"Don't do it," Asther pleaded. "You know what he wants to do,
don't you. He will turn a pack of male dogs loose on you. If you
.." She didn't have time to finish. The Sergeant began beating her
with his belt. The dog went crazy, snarling and slashing
desperately on the end of the leash, trying viciously to get to
Asther's throat.
The punishment was horribly brutal. Not until the Sergeant was
exhausted and Asther was brutalized with a dripping web of red did
he stop whipping her. He turned back to Arlene. "Get over here and
taste dog's pussy." He turned the animal so that her back faced
Arlene. He lifted the dog's tail.
Arlene shook her head violently. "No, I won't do it," she vowed.
She couldn't. If was disgusting and perverted beyond belief. She
wouldn't. She couldn't! "No! No!"
The Sergeant only smiled at her refusal. "You will," he said
confidently. He turned back to Asther.
"Stop!" Arlene begged. "I'll do it. I'll lick the dog! Don't
whip Asther!"
The Sergeant stopped, his face a rictus of filthy triumph. "I
told you, you would." He turned the dog again and lifted her tail.
"Get over here, bitch, and start licking!"
Arlene was terrified of the still snarling animal and repulsed
at the vile command. She didn't want any part of the act that would
attract the male dogs with aroused fury. Yet, she had no choice.
Her heart raced wildly. Arlene sank to her knees and crawled close to
the animal. With her hands still tied behind her back, Arlene leaned
forward until her face touched the dog, her nose almost in the
animals ass.
She stuck out her tongue and touched just the tip to the
sexually aroused dog. The taste was repulsive. The humiliation was
more than she could bear. She licked the dog again. Her lips were
smeared with the dog's sex scent. She licked and licked. The animal
stopped snarling and began pushing back against Arlene's face. She
wiped her face with her right hand then leaned back on her hips.
She rubbed the odour over her cunt lips and asshole. She rubbed her
hand into her slit then rubbed it over her breasts.
Arlene braced herself on all fours and waited for the horror
that was sure to follow. She had the smell all over her body.
The Sergeant pulled the animal away and returned it to the
guard who waited outside the door. He whispered to the guard and
when he left, he turned back to Arlene.
"You'd better get ready now, bitch. You're going to entertain
us." Even as he made that disgusting statement, she could hear the
dogs' barking coming closer. When the door opened, several guards
led vicious, snarling male dogs into the room. There were six dogs.
"Let them go," the Sergeant ordered.
The guards unleashed the dogs and stood back to see the vile
performance. They charged directly at Arlene. Braced on her hands and
knees, she held her head up, trying to show the Sergeant that she
still was defiant. She expected to mauled but the dogs did not bite
her. Instead they began licking her with frenzied enthusiasm.
The watching guards cheered and laughed at the sight of the
dogs trying to get their share of Arlene's bare flesh.
Arlene felt the animals' tongues licking her cunt and ass. Two
of the dogs licked her mouth. One of the dogs was already humping
his hips, his thick cock protruding from its hairy sheath, red and
bloated. The dog mounted her shoulders, his cock thrusting for her
mouth.
Behind her she felt other dogs climbing onto her hips and
trying to penetrate her. A spearing cock penetrated her pussy lips.
She opened her mouth to scream and the dog trying to hump her face
got his cock into her mouth. Arlene gagged and tried to spit it out
but the dog was not to be denied. It pushed harder, its hips
working feverishly.
Other dogs licked her breasts, forcing themselves under her
body. They kept at her breasts and nipples. The two dogs kept
fucking her. The dogs fucked her rapidly. Arlene was sure they had
done this before with human females. As though her body belonged to
someone else, she began rocking back against the savage thrusts of
the dog. She kept her mouth open to the animal at her face.
Arlene's buttocks hurt from the pressure of the huge dog
slamming again and against her ass. The dog ejaculated and pulled
free. Another dog immediately took its place. This one was pushing
its cold cock at her anus. The animal's furious thrusting succeeded
and its cock slipped into her ass.
The dog raping her mouth spurted sticky cum over her tongue.
Arlene was ready to puke. The dog emptied its balls and withdrew from
the savaged girl. The rape went on. Every nerve in Arlene's body
screamed with intense pain and humiliation.
Arlene was oblivious to the spectacle she created for those
watching the degrading scene. She kept screaming and contorting in
spastic fits of exploding agony. She lived only for this hell to
end as the dogs controlled her writhing flesh. Again and again the
dogs fucked her. And when it was finally over, she was left gasping
and exhausted. The dogs were finished with her. They milled around
her, still licking and whining but they were too tired to do her
any more harm.
Only then did Arlene return to awareness of her surroundings.
She heard the men laughing. She remembered her daughter hanging
upside down and watching everything. Arlene's shame and humiliation
was devastating and complete. She cringed, trying to sink into the
concrete floor, to escape the stares. She felt like she would never
be able to face herself after this, let alone her daughter.
"She entertains well," the Sergeant said. "The dogs are
satisfied. Now I wonder how well she will do with the donkey!"
Chapter 7
Arlene didn't know if the Sergeant was kidding about the donkey
or not. The guards all laughed as they secured the leashes to the
dogs and led them from the room. The Sergeant lowered Asther to the
floor and unhooked the chains. He looked directly at Asther. "Think
about what I told you. I'll be back!"
When they were alone, Arlene rushed to Asther. "Are you all
right?" She hugged her and examined the cruel marks left by the
Sergeant's whip. "The bastard. He should be hung"
"Asther, I'm so sorry," Arlene said. "I've gotten you into
something that had nothing to do with you." They sat naked on the
floor. Asther seemed dazed and disoriented as though her mind was
far away. "I don't think I'm going to be able to finish this." Arlene
continued.
"What do you mean. You didn't start any of this, mom!"
"I'm afraid I did," Arlene said. "You see, I am a spy. I was
supposed to meet my contact at the church, but the Iranians took care
of that." Arlene began crying. "I just gave him the microfilm when
the soldiers attacked us. My part was just about over. But they
know that I'm involved." She looked at Asther with a pleading and
terrified expression. "They will make me confess. I know they will.
It's only a matter of time. They've been using you to try and make
me talk."
Asther sat stunned at her mother's confession. "They've been
torturing and raping me for nothing?"
"Not for nothing." Arlene said. "To force me to confess."
Chapter 8
They left Arlene and Asther alone for almost three days. They
were fed regularly and allowed to use a dirty bathroom and shower
complex. They were given hospital type gowns and blankets for the
small cots that were pushed into the cell.
It was evident that they were being given time to recover from
the horrible ordeal. Time for their wounds to heal and their bodies
to recover from exhaustion. Time to think about what would come
next. Time to plan what they would do. But worse, time to think
about what had happened and to realize that nothing could stop it
from happening over and over again.
Chapter 9
The Sergeant opened the door. Arlene exchanged a frightened
glance with Asther.
"Since you pleased the dogs so much," the Sergeant said. "I've
brought the treat I promised you. Unless, of course, you have
something to tell me!"
"Fuck you," Arlene spat at him.
He stepped aside and a guard led a large donkey into the room.
And it was apparent beyond any doubt that the donkey had been
manually stimulated because his cock was in giant erection.
Arlene gasped, her hands automatically going to her breasts as
though she could protect herself from the perverted trap that she
was in. She stared terrified at the donkey's huge cock and the
Sergeant's grinning face. The prick looked almost two feet long and
it's head was the size of a clenched fist. Surely the Sergeant only
planned on frightening her. He couldn't expect her to actually fuck
a cock that big.
The Sergeant looked at Asther. "Do you want your mother fucked
by the donkey? You can stop it, you know. Just tell her to
confess!"
"No," Asther said. "Don't make her do it. Let me fuck the
donkey."
The Sergeant grinned obscenely. "You can stop her from being
fucked, but not that way. You know how you can stop it. She has
information that I want. Surely, you know she is a spy. Just tell
me and I'll let you go. Of course, we'll have to keep her here.
Imprisonment for life is the sentence for spying."
Asther knew there was nothing either of them could do to stop
the horrible thing the Sergeant had in mind. She couldn't betray
her mother even to stop the perverted plans of the Iranian. If she
admitted that she knew about her mother now, she would be involved.
They would not release her. She just knew they wouldn't.
The guard holding the rope was excited at the prospect of what
was going to happen. He rubbed his crotch. Even the Sergeant's cock
pushed out his pants. "Well," the Sergeant said to Asther, "do you
have anything to tell me?"
"Yes, you're a filthy bastard."
"Strip naked, cunts!" Arlene and Asther obeyed knowing that to
hesitate meant devastating pain.
The whip lashed out, striking with a loud crack across
Asther's breasts, opening old wounds. The leather bit deeply into
Asther's already abused flesh again. Again, and again, the terrible
instrument attacked her bare flesh. Asther tried to hold back her
screams, but the Sergeant lashed mercilessly again and again until
she writhed and cried out with pain.
When he was satisfied, he turned to Arlene. "All right, bitch.
Get between the donkey's back legs and start sucking cock!"
Arlene didn't want to provoke his anger again. Filled with
revulsion and fear, she crawled hesitantly toward the animal. The
animal's mammoth cock throbbed. His fat organ protruded half way up
his stomach. Arlene sat on her heels under the animal's stomach and
looked at his aroused organ.
Except for its unbelievable size and dark colour, it looked
almost like a human cock. Arlene touched it gently with her fingers.
She felt blood surging along the shaft. She stroked the shaft
looking with misery in her eyes at the size of the beast's balls.
Pulling his hairy sheath back and forth over the swollen knob,
Arlene watched his cock grow even more erect.
"Suck it," the Sergeant ordered. "Lick his cock all over and
his balls too. Get used to it."
When Arlene hesitated, she felt the bite of the whip against her
thigh. She flinched and bent to follow the disgusting order.
Timidly, she licked the tip, tasting the foul flavour. The slit was
covered in greenish slime. She tasted it on her tongue and turned
her head away is disgust.
"Get your mouth on it!" the horrible order.
Holding the cock in her hands she began using her tongue over
the entire head. working form the underside and around to the top.
She sucked the tip of the smelly cock, getting the slit into her
mouth and washing it with her saliva.
Using both hands, Arlene stroked the cock up and down at the
same time as she sucked the pulsing head. The humiliation she felt
was not as bad as the punishment she would receive if she didn't do
what she was told. Arlene tried to bring the animal to climax as fast
as possible. She wanted it over. Maybe after this the Sergeant
would believe her. After submitting to something inhuman like
licking an animal's sex organs rather than reveal some information,
even the Sergeant would believe that she wasn't a spy.
Arlene sucked and stroked feverishly fearing that her reasoning
was flawed. She really believed that no matter what she did, the
Sergeant would never be satisfied that she was telling the truth.
If only Asther wasn't her daughter she could denounce her. She felt
a helplessness and depression gripping her inner being. How long
would she have to submit to such shameful and humiliating
experiences?
The animal was becoming more aroused as Arlene sucked and
stroked him. She could not get much of his cock into her mouth. She
tried, but his swollen prick was just too big. She used one hand to
caress the animal's testicles. They were hard. She moved her mouth
from the slit to the hairy balls. Then stench was overpowering. She
just couldn't keep licking him there. She retreated to the cock,
working faster and faster, trying desperately to bring the huge
animal to organism.
The Sergeant ordered her to slow down. "Not yet, cocksucker.
I don't want the donkey to miss out on getting all the enjoyment he
can out of this performance."
Using leather straps from a drawer in the table, he tied
Arlene's hands and ankles then drew the leather over the donkey's
back so that Arlene was suspended under his stomach with her spread
thighs positioned directly under the animal's prick. "No. No!
Please," Arlene begged. "You can't let the donkey do this to me. His
cock will surely tear me. It will kill me. His cock won't go in, it
just won't!"
Terror and horror tore at her. She knew it would kill her. The
animal's knob slapped again and again against her crotch, punishing
her pussy lips and clitoris.
The beast slammed his swollen knob against her pussy again and
again. Arlene felt the lips stretching wider and wider. "Stop him,"
she cried. "He's trying to get inside me. No! NO!"
There was no stopping the donkey. He kept driving the swollen
mass of meat at its target. Arlene closed her eyes and gritted her
teeth against the agonizing invasion. The head went in. The animal
was content to hump her in this position. The torture of Arlene's
pussy was inhuman. Fire coursed through her body. Her sweat dripped
to the floor. She screamed and cried while clawing at the donkey's
flanks with her fingers.
Never before had Arlene felt so much pain. It felt like a torch
was being held to her body. Her body was being tortured and there
was no escape.
And then the donkey began spurting hot fluid. The feeling was
so intense and perverse that her body exploded with the violence,
every nerve in her body erupting with electrical activity.
She felt the hot fluid running down her ass crack and over her
buttocks before dripping to the floor. As the donkey's climax went
on and on, Arlene became lost in the throes of erupting pain,
oblivious to everything except the intense agony blasting through
her body. Arlene screamed and cursed against the horrid betrayal of
her womanhood.
Then her senses returned to normal. She sagged in submission
under the animal. The beast, its cock drained completely and
softening, slipped from her ripped flesh.
Arlene had survived the terrible ordeal.
~Subject: ARLENE IS CAPTURED BY THE IRANIANS 4/5
~From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
~Date: 21 Jan 1996 16:17:21 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Chapter 10
The Sergeant left Asther and Arlene alone in their misery. They
didn't look at each other for a long time after the Sergeant had
gone. They both felt the humiliation and shame of what had
happened. Arlene was the first to speak. "I'll never forgive myself
for getting you involved in this."
Asther touched her mother tenderly. "They won't let us go
until they've found out everything they want to know. The only
thing we can do is escape. Or wait to be rescued and that could be
never."
Arlene shrugged helplessly. She felt as though it didn't matter
anymore. She couldn't think of anything anymore other than being
tortured or humiliated.
"I was almost ready to tell him the truth and get it over
with."
"If you tell them, once they know everything, they'll kill us.
You know that, don't you."
Arlene nodded. She rested her head on her knees. They didn't say
anymore. Since they were not taken back to their individual cells,
they knew the Iranians were not through with them yet. As the day wore
on, their apprehension and fear grew with each passing hour.
The door opened and the Officer walked in followed by the
Sergeant and two guards. The Officer spoke. "They tell me that not
even the donkey was able to loosen your tongues. I have something
else that may make you change your minds." He held up a box. When
he opened it and placed it on the table, they saw that it contained
an assortment of needles.
The guards grabbed Arlene and lifted her to the table. They tied
her arms and legs down so that she was spread-eagled with her
thighs wide apart, exposing her sex. Asther was ordered to stand at
the foot of the table and watch. He told her she could stop what
they were going to do if she wanted to talk.
Arlene felt the fear building as the Sergeant selected one of
the needles. "This is going to jab your pussy," he explained.
"No. You can't do that. Please," Arlene begged. "I'd tell you
what you want to know if I knew anything. I don't! Please."
The Sergeant's mouth broke into a sadistic smile. He enjoyed
every opportunity to inflict as much pain as he could on this
bitch. "Are you sure you don't have anything to tell me?"
Arlene was frozen with horror. She pulled frantically at the
bindings holding her wrists and ankles to the torture table. The
men laughed at her feeble attempts to free herself. The Sergeant
stuck his fingers into her slit. He spread her lips apart.
"I'm going to pierce one first then if you still remain
silent, I'm going to do the other one. Then your clitoris gets the
same treatment!" He smiled as he pushed the sharp needle against
the inside of her cunt lip.
Arlene screamed in abject terror and pain as she felt the needle
cutting into her tender flesh. "Please, stop," she begged to the
unforgiving brutes standing over her. The Sergeant laughed and
pushed harder. He didn't stab the point through her with a quick
merciful thrust, but, instead, slowly pushed the needle deep into
her tortured flesh. Arlene shrieked and howled, bucked and twisted,
as the metal penetrated her flesh.
Arlene was on fire. Tears poured from her eyes. She screamed and
screamed. But nothing stopped the slow, torturous movement of the
probing needle. Asther tried to grab the Sergeant's hands, but the
Officer twisted her arms behind her back and made her watch her
mother's ordeal.
The point jerked through Arlene's flesh and came out the other
side. He pulled on the needle and Arlene felt her flesh stretching
and surging with pain.
The Sergeant picked up another needle and repeated the torture
with the other lip. He pushed the point slowly into her writhing
flesh. The pain was worse than the first vicious attack on her
genitals. Arlene screamed and begged him to stop but he continued his
torture, smiling each time Arlene begged him to end her suffering.
She felt blood dripping from her punctured flesh and running down
into her ass crack.
Finally, the point pierced completely through her lip. He
pulled the needle up, shaking it until the blood flowed heavily. He
laughed at her useless struggle, a struggle that only increased the
pain and suffering.
The men stepped back. Asther stayed at the foot of the table,
tears streaming down from her eyes as she stared mesmerized at the
two needles stuck through her mother's flesh.
The Sergeant watched Arlene's frantic writhing for a few minutes
then pulled the torture instruments from her flesh. He left the
room with the Officer.
Chapter 11
They spent the day moving as little as possible. When night
came, they found sleep almost impossible. By the next morning they
almost welcomed the sounds of footsteps approaching.
The door opened and a guard came in. It was the one who had
brought the donkey the day before. He looked at the captives with
a cruel, sadistic stare. After he closed the door, he listened
intently for a moment before approaching them. Both Arlene and Asther
knew that he was acting on his own and was not supposed to be
there.
He smiled as he approached them but he didn't speak. He
removed the belt from his pants and walked in a circle around them
twice, touching Arlene's exposed ass and fondling Asther's breasts.
Then he started lashing Asther's ass. The belt bit deeply into her
tender buttocks, causing her to jump and jerk obscenely.
The guard whipped the belt against Arlene's breasts. Arlene felt
the leather searing against her nipples and biting into them with
flashing pain. Again and again the guard whipped the belt savagely
against Arlene's breasts watching them dance with sensual movement.
The belt bit into her belly.
The guard evenly divided his time between whipping Arlene's
breasts and Asther's ass. He flayed them, leaving vivid red marks
everywhere the hard leather attacked. He worked slowly and
methodically, kissing the heavy belt over their flesh until every
inch of exposed skin was marred.
He circled their bodies, whipping them with a savagery that
left them writhing in agony, begging and pleading with him to stop,
promising horrible things if only he would stop, even for a moment.
Their begging spurred him to extremes. The belt savaged their naked
bodies.
"You think that you are tough women because you haven't talked
to the commander," he said, continuing to cover their flesh with
long red stripes. "But you are not so tough. If you knew that the
Commander was only toying with you, you would confess right now!"
He assaulted Arlene's breasts with a burst of perverted lust.
Arlene expected her nipples to be torn away if he continued the
brutal flagellation. Her breasts were swollen and disfigured as the
leather scourged her.
The brutal guard then concentrated on Asther's breasts and
Arlene's ass. He tortured them with cruel eagerness until the wounds
began to ooze with blood. The belt bit so deeply into Arlene's ass
that each lash made more blood drip from her body.
"If the Commander wants to play games with you for his own
sexual satisfaction, that's his problem, but I'm not playing games.
I'm going to beat you until you tell me what evil secrets you are
hiding."
But as their bodies contorted and twisted in an obscene dance
under his merciless whipping, he became sexually aroused. He
caressed his crotch with his free hand. Then he unbuttoned his
pants and let them fall to the floor.
He held his swollen cock in his free hand, masturbating
himself with a frenzy matching his perverted and degrading torture
of the naked females.
"Bitches, bitches," he screamed. "Filthy sluts!" he roared, as
his arm tired and he let his belt drop to the floor.
He pushed Asther to the floor so that her ass stuck up with
her knees under her, her face pressed to the floor. Kneeling behind
Asther, the guard pressed his cock into her ass crack, searching
frantically for the opening. He surged his hips forward with hard
thrusts until his sticky organ gained entrance to her ass.
Asther's screams made Arlene cringe as the guard penetrated
Asther's ass. His cock rammed all the way in and his hips slapped
against her violated buttocks.
The guard's orgasm was quick. He pumped his vile load into
Asther with brutal strokes. He pulled her head back violently,
jerking on her hair as the last of his cum shot into the brutalized
girl.
~Subject: ALRENE IS CAPTURED BY THE IRANIANS 5/5
~From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
~Date: 21 Jan 1996 16:25:27 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Chapter 12
Asther was taken back to her cell. The Sergeant followed the
guards and waited while they tied her arms over her head and pulled
her up on her toes.
When the guards left them alone, the Sergeant said, "I know
that Arlene has information. You are her daughter and you could make
life easier for yourself, if you'll co-operate. Maybe what you tell
me is true and you have no information yourself, but I know that
she does. If you get her to talk, I could arrange it so you would
be set free.
"My mother is not a spy any more than I am." Asther declared.
"If you don't help me, I can make your life much more
uncomfortable than it is now."
Again Asther denied anything. His eyes clouded over and his
brow furrowed in anger. "You'll never get out of here if you don't
co-operate with me." He punched her hard in the belly. Asther
screamed and the Sergeant smiled. Like a savage barbarian, the
Sergeant alternately punched her in the belly and slapped her tits.
Asther closed her eyes and tried to steel herself against the
renewed torture. She didn't know how much more punishment she could
take.
But it was the Sergeant who finally stopped in exasperation.
As he left he said, "I'll be back tomorrow. We'll talk again."
He stepped outside and closed the door. Asther was left alone
with her stomach churning. Twisting and pulling at the bindings
holding her wrists, Asther desperately tried to free herself, but
the straps cut deeper into her skin.
She screamed and called out for someone to help, Her words
echoed hollowly around the room. "Please," she screamed. "Someone
help me. I can't stand it." How much more would she have to take.
She would rather be dead than for her torture to go on and on.
And then the door opened and the Sergeant walked back in.
Asther felt a surge of relief. He wasn't going to leave her alone
all night after all.
Smiling cruelly, the Sergeant marched up to the suspended
captive. "I forgot something," he said. Taking the loose end of the
rope he pulled on her, tearing her feet from the floor and leaving
her hanging.
The Sergeant looked at her with delight as she writhed and
twisted trying to get her feet back on the floor. She couldn't.
"I can't stand it," Asther cried. "Please, I'll do anything if
you'll let me down. I can't take anymore!"
Ignoring her, the Sergeant turned and left the room, locking
the door behind him. Asther could not stop the constant thrashing
of her body. The pain was jolt after jolt of punishing torment. Her
body twisted frantically. The strain of the suspension would sap
her strength to the point she would become a vegetable.
Her screams were the screams of tortured agony. Every muscle
in her body strained with the tension. How long would she have to
suffer before she told the truth? Should she tell the truth to save
herself from the ultimate horror - death?
Sometime during the night, Asther passed out. When she
regained consciousness, she was lying on the cot, cold, shivering.
A tray of food and water lay on the floor beside her. She sat up
and rubbed her arms and thighs for warmth.
She expected to be taken back to the torture room at any
minute, but the day went by with nothing happening. In the evening,
a guard came and exchanged her empty tray with fresh food and
water. Two days went by before her cell door opened and the
Sergeant stepped inside. A moment later a guard came in with a fire
hose. The heavy stream of water knocked her against the wall. Her
bath left her dazed. Two guards dragged her from the cell and back
down the hall. They pushed her into the torture room.
Chapter 13
Asther was stunned at the reception that greeted her. Arlene was
already there, hanging from the ceiling by chains attached to
leather cuffs on her wrists. Her toes dangled inches from the
floor. Her body glistened with sweat. Her head hung down on her
breasts and Asther realized she had been tortured for a long time.
Deep welts covered her entire body. They had used the cane on her.
As Asther was pushed into the room, Arlene managed to raise her
head and exchange a feeble smile that said she had not confessed.
They were left alone with the Officer and the Sergeant.
The Sergeant handed the cane to Asther. She took it
automatically and looked at it confused. She turned it over in her
fingers, unable to comprehend why he gave it to her.
"Whip her," the Officer ordered. "I want you to make her talk.
She got you into this and she can get you out of this room to
freedom. Make her talk and you go free!"
"No," Asther hollered. "I won't do it." She dropped the cane.
The Sergeant kicked her in the stomach. She collapsed to the
floor stunned, her arms hugging her stomach. When her breath
returned, she groped for the cane and stood.
"When I tell you to do something, little girl, you'll do it
immediately or suffer the consequences!" He walked to the table and
took out a long, black whip that had several strands of leather
lashes. "Now cane her and make it hurt."
Asther knew she would suffer horribly for what she was about
to do, but she also knew she would never have a better chance.
Instead of swinging the cane into Arlene's already tortured flesh,
Asther turned the cane on the Sergeant. She managed to strike him
twice across the belly.
He caught the cane in his hand the third time Asther swung it
and jerked it from her hands. Savagely, he attacked her with the
long whip, lashing her naked flesh with animal like hatred. The
searing cuts left her breathless and she fell to the floor,
shocked, almost unconscious.
"Pick it up bitch!"
Asther picked up the cane, every inch of her flesh in agony.
She did not have the courage to attempt to strike the Sergeant this
time, yet she refused to whip her mother. Again the Sergeant lashed
the multi-thronged whip against Asther's flesh, beating her until
she pleaded with him to stop the torture.
"Are you going to cane your mother?"
Asther shook her head and the whipping continued. She tried to
escape by crawling around the table, but the sadist followed her,
flaying her skin with ferocious strokes. Asther rolled over the
stone floor, but the Sergeant followed her, lashing and lashing.
The Officer finally stopped the Sergeant. "That's not the way
to force her to whip her mother. You are punishing the wrong one.
This is the way to get the girl to cane her. Watch!" The Officer
took a knife from the drawer. He walked up to Arlene and grabbed her
right breast. He cut Arlene just below the nipple.
Asther screamed and Arlene was nauseous. The horror of what
she'd just seen stunned her beyond comprehension. Blood flowed from
Arlene's breast and ran down her belly and into her pubic hair. The
Officer grabbed her left breast and turned to look at Asther. "Cane
her or I'll cut off her nipple!"
"No, please," Asther screeched. "I'll do it!"
The Officer stepped away, smiling. "You see," he said to the
Sergeant. "It is only a matter of knowing what to do." He turned
back to the young girl. "All right, start. Cane her until I tell
you to stop!"
Standing in front of Arlene, Asther drew back the weapon and
lashed it across her mother's stomach. Asther kept her wrist stiff
and tried to make it look like she was striking harder that she
was. She struck her again. Arlene twisted and turned on the ends of
the chains.
"Harder," the Officer warned. "If you don't I'll cut off her
nipple."
Asther swung harder. Arlene flinched each time the cane kissed
her ravished body. Yet Asther could not stop no matter how much she
hated hurting her mother. It was better that she suffer than be
permanently disfigured. As Asther cut her mother's flesh she felt
as though she was whipping herself. She felt every stroke and every
mark she made on Arlene's flesh.
Asther whipped Arlene with more force. The bamboo made the air
sing and Arlene gasped at the brutal smart. With sudden resolve she
caned her mother harder and harder yet. Arlene cried out, her
buttocks tensing and flexing in pain. A wicked diagonal stroked
marked Arlene's ass, the supple tip of the cane hitting the back of
her thigh and drawing blood. Arlene screamed in pain and with all the
terror of what lay in store for her. Asther cast aside all
restraint. She whipped the backs of the slim thighs. Arlene's head
tossed wildly as she shrieked.
Asther's eyes were wider as she drew air through her lightly
parted lips. She bamboo'd Arlene's pert buttocks with all her
strength. When she paused for a moment from exhaustion, the Officer
growled. "Keep it up!"
She obeyed, after looking over her shoulder at the Officer and
his knife. She stood back and brought the cane down across Arlene's
buttocks. Arlene shrieked as the imprint of the cane was branded
across her ass. There was no doubt of the excitement which grew in
the two men as Arlene responded to the strokes by short and spasmodic
yelps of pain. Asther altered her aim and the tapering end of the
cane began to follow the curves of Arlene's ass and thighs, seeking
to inflict its naked agony on the inner surfaces of her slim legs
or between her taut buttocks. The room rang with her screams. She
did not cry but shrieked, dry eyed now, as if this expulsion of
breath was more necessary to help her endure the anguish that her
daughter inflicted on her.
At last, the Officer ordered her to stop. Asther dropped the
cane and crawled forward until she could hug her mother's thighs.
She kissed her legs and cried, begging Arlene to forgive her.
The Iranians whispered together at the far end of the torture
chamber. Arlene knew that they were not planning anything pleasant.
A moment later they left the room but the helpless captives knew it
would not be long before they came back. And from the way they
laughed when they closed the door, both girls knew things were
going to get worse.
Chapter 14
"I think they'll kill us when they're through with us anyway.
But that won't be until they've turned us over to any Iranian who
wants to use us. Once they get what they want, what use are we to
them? We can cause them trouble. After the way they've used us, do
you think they could afford to let us go. Free us so we could tell
everyone what they did to us?"
Arlene knew that Asther was right. The horror and fear that
filled her left her frozen with panic. This couldn't happen to her.
Somehow she had to escape.
Asther knew that the straps around her mother's wrists had to
be released with a key. She searched through the drawer of the
table without any hope of finding the key, but, it was there.
Evidently, The Iranians gave them little credit for any survival
instinct strong enough to make them attempt escape. "What are you
doing?" Arlene demanded as Asther inserted the key in the first lock.
"We're getting out of here." It took minutes to release Arlene.
She fell to the floor when the cuffs were released. She sat up and
rubbed her wrists to restore circulation.
Arlene crept to the door and listened with her ear pressed
against the thick wood. Asther crouched behind her. "I can't hear
anything," Arlene said. She tried the handle. The door was unlocked.
Peeking into the hall, Arlene looked in both directions. No one!
Slowly they moved into the hall. Asther stayed close to Arlene
as they moved cautiously down the hall. But no sooner had they
passed the first door than it opened and the Officer stepped out.
The twisted smile on his face told them that there was no hope
for either of them.
"So, you try to escape. That means you do have information!"
"No, it's not true. We have nothing to tell." Arlene cried.
The Sergeant came out of the room. The eagerness he showed
when dragging them back to the torture room indicated he would
enjoy the punishment planned for them.
In the horrible room, the Sergeant bound their arms together
over their heads with the cuffs and chained them to the ceiling so
that their toes just touched the floor with most of their weight on
their wrists. He hung them up so they faced each other, about four
feet apart.
The Officer brought in a chair while the Sergeant strung Arlene
and Asther to the ceiling. Sitting in the chair, he watched the
Sergeant work.
From the box of needles, the Sergeant selected two. He walked
over to Asther and turned her slightly so that the Officer could
clearly see what he was doing. The Sergeant probed Asther's right
nipple with the needle, cruelly forcing the sharp point through her
flesh until it protruded through the other side.
Asther screamed and thrashed frantically to evade the
Sergeant's savage mutilation, but only succeeded in increasing the
pain. He stuck the second needle through her other nipple. This
time he was even slower, savouring the absolute torture he was
inflicting on the helpless female. Asther sagged into
unconsciousness. The Sergeant slapped her face and when she did not
respond he slapped her breasts, her stomach then her thighs. Then
he left the room and returned with a bucket of water. He threw the
water over Asther's hanging body.
Asther came to life, gasping for air, her eyes round with
shock. With perverted enjoyment, the Sergeant tied leather strands
to each needle. He ran the strands up to the chains holding her
suspended and tied them so tight that Asther's breasts were pulled
obscenely upward, her nipples stretched from her body.
Watching the insane torture of her daughter, Arlene thought that
she would pass out herself. Fear caused piss to dribble shamefully
down her legs. Arlene struggled to control herself.
The Sergeant chose two more needles and advanced on Arlene. He
performed the same torturous experiment on her, piercing both
nipples. But this time he took longer leather cords, secured them
around the needles and tied the cords to Asther's ankles. Now, any
movement from either of the captives would torture both of them.
The Sergeant's perverted game continued. Standing on the far
side of them so he would not block the Officers view, he picked up
the cane and began lashing Asther. Asther's buttocks danced under
the savage bites of bamboo and her legs flailed helplessly in the
air. Arlene's tits were almost pulled from her body as Asther heaved
and danced under the searching cane.
Asther felt like an animal as she responded with blind
obedience to the sadistic orders of the cane. Lost in her need to
escape the brutal torture, Asther surged her hips wildly and tore
her mother's flesh.
Arlene's nipples bled. The Officer stared at the obscene dance.
Sweat mixed with blood dripped from the contorting prisoners. The
cane hissed through the air with vicious cruelty. Asther thought
that she would never live through this atrocity. Her stretched
breasts were tortured just like Arlene's from her obscene performance
under the cane.
Intense spasms of agony blasted through both naked bodies as
the Sergeant flayed the youngster's buttocks. There was no release
from the torture. It went on and on.
Chapter 15
Asther was still hanging from the ceiling. They had taken Arlene
out of the room.
The Officer and four naked guards surrounded the naked girl.
She knew that the end was coming. The Officer was livid. He was
holding a short, wooden club. He began by beating her feet. He
swung the club with vicious energy. Asther's body jumped and
twisted.
"Tell me!" He slammed the club down on the top of her feet. He
started working up her legs, beating her shins and calves and
finally her thighs. "I'll break every bone in your body if you
don't start talking." He smashed the club against her thighs again
beating them until Asther's legs jerked with uncontrollable spasms.
He beat her with obvious delight. It was only a matter of time
before the torture would be too much for her to handle. He beat
harder, striking her belly, her breasts.
When she still refused to answer, he positioned the club
between her cunt lips and with one thrust, forced the thick wood
deep inside her.
With unbelievable sadism, he stabbed the club in and out of
the tortured girl's pussy. He was lost in the savagery of torture.
He was sweating as he worked feverishly to force Asther to talk.
And with each cruel thrust, the guard's pumped their cocks into
mammoth erections.
Each time the club smashed into Asther's flesh, the intensity
of the masturbation session increased. Cocks stood out from flabby
bellies almost as thick and menacing as the punishing wooden club.
Asther screamed in horror as she gave in. "Yes, yes, please
stop, my mother's a spy, she told me herself! Please let me go, you
promised you would if I told you!"
The Officer stopped raping her with the club and stepped back
to catch his breath. He left the club in her.
"She's all your's," he mouthed to the naked masturbating
guards. He turned and marched from the room.
Chapter 16
"Your daughter confessed," the Officer smirked to Arlene.
"Can I do what I want to her?" the Sergeant asked.
The Officer shrugged his shoulders as though he no longer had
any interest in her. "Yes. Do what you want with her." He turned
and left the room without even a backward glance.
Alone with the Sergeant, Arlene felt terror spreading through
her. She knew that they would never let her go now. The Sergeant's
eyes were glazed with demonic fury. His cock stood out, hard and
erect.
He dragged Arlene into the hall by her hair. He wouldn't let her
walk. He pulled her, scraping her knees and hips, into a small,
dirty courtyard not more than twenty feet by twenty feet. He staked
her to the ground.
Using wet leather straps, he stretched her arms and legs so
tight that she thought they would be pulled from her joints. "A
simple rack!" he mouthed. "When the sun dries those thongs you'll
be stretched even tighter!" He laughed.
Arlene felt something crawling over her arms and legs. She
lifted her head as much as possible and looked at her body. Ants!
There were thousands of them pouring out of holes in the ground and
climbing on her.
Arlene felt the ants swarming over her body. She was covered
with them in minutes. They began biting into her flesh. It felt
like tiny needles were being stabbed into her.
She felt alive with the terrifying creatures. She screamed and
begged the Sergeant to release her. She promised to do anything to
please him. Fuck him, Suck him, Lick his asshole, anything. He
laughed at her and began stroking his swollen cock in his fist,
pumping his shaft up and down until the knob was wet with evil,
sadistic lust.
The ants bit her flesh. She felt her cunt lips burning as the
swarm moved over her. The ants covered her stomach and breasts.
They bit her nipples. She could not stand the horrible torture of
the biting ants.
"Kill me," she cried. "I can't stand this!"
She writhed helplessly under the stabbing bites of the
insects. She felt the ants literally crawling inside her pussy,
over her clitoris nibbling at her sex. She wanted to pass out and
escape the humiliation of providing the Sergeant with such an
obscene spectacle for his entertainment. But unconsciousness would
not come to her. She felt every bite of the ants.
Her body was on fire.
The Sergeant masturbated above her, his eyes glazed over with
sadistic lust. He whipped his cock in his fist like a mad man.
Every shred of human compassion and decency was gone as he stared
down at her twisting and screaming body. Arlene saw his eyes staring
at her insanely. Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth as he
watched the ants bite her.
Arlene screamed at the top of her lungs, but nothing softened
the Sergeant. Her breasts felt alive with pain as the ants chewed
her nipples. She twisted frantically from side to side in a useless
attempt to throw them off.
She tried to fling them from her breasts and buck them from
her cunt, but she only exhausted and displayed herself in an
obscene performance of torture that inflamed the Sergeant's animal
lust even more.
As the ants drove Arlene into a frenzy of uncontrollable spasms
she felt the Sergeant on top of her, crushing the ants under his
body.
"No," he said, "the ants aren't going to eat you this time!"
His cock speared into her cunt. He raped her like a demon lost in
the madness of hell.
His cock reamed into her like a savage spear. He pulled it out
until only his swollen purple head remained between her cunt lips
and drove it into her with grunts of sadistic lust. The ants
attacked his balls, biting him, driving him to perverted spasms of
orgasm. They crawled into the crevice of his ass and bit his anus.
But before he could be swept away with the blissful release of
climax, he pulled his cock from her cunt and slid it between her
buttocks searching for her anus. It slid into her ass crack until
it found its target. She felt her rectum stretching to the limit to
accommodate his massive organ.
His mouth moved to her breasts. His teeth sunk into her
nipples. The ants bit his lips until blood flowed.
Arlene writhed hysterically against the bestial rape. She prayed
for the relief of unconsciousness but instead her senses grew even
more alert.
And then she felt his cock spurting thick wads of hot slime
into her as the Sergeant's satanic orgasm erupted with beast like
fury as he drove his cock insanely into her ass hole. He was
inhuman as he growled and snarled as every savage eruption of semen
entered her.
THE END