From conwic@aol.com Fri Jun 13 19:45:07 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: REPOST:  Female POW1  1/2 (M+/F,NC,rape,humiliation,capture,military)
From: conwic@aol.com
Date: Fri, 13 Jun 1997 23:45:07 GMT
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TXT -- M/F, MILITARY, WAR, CAPTURE, RAPE, NC, BONDAGE, GANG, 
HUMIL, TORTURE

DISCLAIMER; This story includes descriptions of rape, torture, 
and bondage. If descriptions of sexual activity, particularly 
non-consenual sexual activity, offend you, DO NOT READ THIS 
STORY. IF YOU'RE UNDER TWENTY-ONE YEARS OF AGE, DO NOT READ THIS 
STORY.

DANGER: THIS STORY IS POLITICALLY INCORRECT. This is a work of 
fiction; any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is 
purely coincidental.

This story may be electronically reproduced and distributed 
where the laws allow so long as it is not changed in any way. 
I've appreciated the comments and suggestions I've received from 
readers and welcome further comments. All flames will be 
ignored.

INTRODUCTION: During the Gulf War two American female 
servicemembers were captured by the Iraqi Army. The women were 
non-combatants. One was a truck driver with a bad sense of 
directions; the other a doctor flying in a search and rescue 
helicopter. Both were, to use the official phrasing, "sexually 
abused". This story looks at what might have happened if women 
had been full combatants in that war.


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The Mother of All Rapes by conwic@aol.com Parts 1-3





It was the second day of the air war and Air Force Major Diana 
Barker was feeling very unhappy. Part of this was attributable 
to the fact that she was sitting in the back of an Iraqi army 
truck with her hands tied behind her back and a bag over her 
head. She was thirsty, her body ached from the jolt she received 
when she ejected from her F-16, and she was afraid. But most of 
all, she was pissed because she knew that she had blown it. 
After all the hype, the first woman combat pilot had let herself 
get shot down on her first combat mission. All she could think 
of was how this was going to screw up her plans for getting a 
star. She had spent the last ten years of her life working 
toward that goal.

She had used every resource at her command to get ahead in the 
air force, discovering in her first year at the academy that it 
was not so much a case of how good you were as how well you 
could manipulate the system. She soon realized that the Air 
Force's equal opportunity program was the perfect "ticket to 
ride" for someone like herself with a lot of ambition and few 
scruples. Those superiors she couldn't or wouldn't fuck, she 
blackmailed.

As a woman, the pressure on her superiors to ensure that she 
succeeded was already great; adding the threat to file a sexual 
harassment complaint made it irresistible. This attitude earned 
her the nickname of "Nutcracker." Instead of angering her, Diana 
was proud of the nickname, so proud that she used it as her 
radio callsign. A year ago when the Air Force opened fighters to 
women, she had been an obscure if talented captain flying C-141 
transports. Now at 32, Diana Barker was a high speed, low drag 
major and the darling of the media. Unfortunately, the media 
demands of her "superstar" status had not left her the time or 
the inclination to master mundane matters like counter-SAM 
drills.

As she rode, Diana began to think that she could come out of 
this OK. Aside from some groping by the soldiers guarding her, 
no one had mistreated her. Nor was she the type to be afraid of 
a little "grab-ass." Diana was almost six feet tall with the 
buff physique of a body builder combined with a 36" chest. She 
was proud of her body; like everything about her from her short 
and sassy haircut to her choice of cars, it was part of the "Top 
Gun" image she had created for herself.

Diana could feel the change as the truck moved on to a hardtop 
road and hours later could detect the increase in sounds as they 
entered a city. She surmised that she must be in Baghdad. 
Eventually she felt the truck stop and she was hustled out and 
into a building. There was some conversation in Arabic which she 
could not understand and then more walking, this time down some 
stairs and through numerous doors which clanked ominously behind 
her. When the guards released her arms and spoke, Diana could 
see light through the bottom of the bag covering her head and 
sense the presence of several other men in the room besides her 
escorts. Diana was very proud of how tough she had been at the 
Air Force's survival, escape, and evasion school. She thought 
she could handle a camel jockey.

Watching her from his seat was Captain Vahid Yazeed of Saddam's 
special security service, one of his most promising young 
torturers. He had been personally selected by the Great Leader 
to break the first American pilots captured and turn them into 
propaganda weapons. Yazeed understood that the information he 
extracted was of minor importance. His job was to break the 
pilots' will, so that they would be pliable tools in the battle 
for American public opinion which would be waged using their own 
media. Though he was surprised that the first POW was a woman, 
it made no difference in his orders and made the task that much 
more appealing to him. A through sadist, Yazeed had been eagerly 
anticipating watching his men rape an American male pilot. Now 
that he had a female pilot to work on, he looked forward to 
participating in the rape as well. For rape was a primary tool 
of his trade, used to break the subject, man or woman, 
psychologically.

Although he had tortured Iraqi and Kurdish women, Diana would be 
his first Western female. Yazeed found the idea of having such a 
woman under his control very exciting.

"Strip her," ordered Yazeed as he leaned back in his chair and 
watched.

The guards untied Diana's hands and unzipped her flight suit, 
then pulled it off her and set it carefully aside. Then they 
ripped off her T shirt, bra and panties, leaving her nude but 
for her combat boots, dog tags, and the bag covering her head. 
Diana did not try to resist them; instead she concentrated on 
breathing slowly and calmly. She had been told to expect this in 
survival school. Stripping a person of their clothes was meant 
to stripped them of their confidence, her instructors had told 
her. Still, knowing that didn't make her feel any braver right 
now.

Yazeed examined her body at length. He found the large breasts 
with their little finger size nipples to be fascinating. The 
breasts and particularly the nipples were a very sensitive area 
for a woman. He would enjoy working on a woman so amply endowed.

Her muscular body was foreign to an Arab but nevertheless 
appealing. Not only did it arouse him, but it would serve his 
purposes well since she could suffer longer before she reached 
her physical limit. Only her neatly trimmed pubic hair repelled 
him.

Unlike this Western slut, respectable Arab women shaved their 
pubic hair. Though he knew that he should wait longer to let the 
humiliation of standing nude before unseen men play upon her, 
Yazeed could not wait to see her face. Half afraid he would find 
an ugly hag, he ordered the bag removed from her head. He was 
pleased to find a beautiful, mature face framed by reddish brown 
hair.

Diana remained at attention when the guard pulled off the bag.

Unaccustomed to the bright lights, she could see nothing until 
her eyes adjusted. Then she saw two men in front of her. One was 
seated; he was a clean shaven man about her age wearing a well 
tailored officer's uniform whose rank she did not recognize. 
Standing behind him in the classic flunky position was a 
younger, very worried looking man in a shabby uniform.

Diana ignored him and concentrated on the officer. She could 
sense the presence of her guards behind her but ignored them as 
well.

Yazeed spoke briefly. The younger man standing behind him 
translated, "You are in the custody of the security service. You 
are not a prisoner of war but a criminal guilty of crimes 
against the state of Iraq and will be treated accordingly. Your 
only hope for leniency is to cooperate fully."

"I am Major Diana Barker, serial number 309-48-8221, United 
States Air Force. I demand to be treated as a prisoner of war. 
What you are doing is contrary to the Geneva Convention; you 
could be tried as a war criminal for mistreating a prisoner"

It sounded a little pompous, but Diana was just pleased to have 
gotten through it without her voice breaking. She had to make 
this man understand that she was someone he couldn't push 
around.

At a nod of Yazeed's head the guard to her right jabbed her hard 
in the kidney with a short wooden club, sending her to the floor 
doubled up in pain. As she lay there, she dimly heard the 
translator tell her that the Captain did not like speeches other 
than his own. Another order from Yazeed had the guard haul her 
to her feet by her hair.

Yazeed spoke at length before the translator turned to her and 
said, "The Captain says that your country is foolish to use 
women in its air force and to use them in a war. That you will 
be the one to pay the price for your country's foolish ideas. 
Being a woman will not protect you. Nor will the Geneva 
Convention protect you here. What is your unit, your base 
location, and what was your mission?"

Diana glared at the seated officer as she replied, "Barker, 
Diana, Major, USAF, serial number 309-48-8221. I demand to speak 
to a senior officer." As she finished her reply, a nod from 
Yazeed again brought a painful jab from the guard behind her. 
She kept her feet this time but saw stars. As she resumed her 
position of attention, the Iraqi officer left his chair and 
stood in front of her. To her disgust, he began running his 
hands over her breasts, weighing the heavy globes in his hands. 
As she clinched her fist in helpless fury, he smiled 
unpleasantly and spoke to the translator, giving his words 
emphasis by twisting her nipples.

"The Captain says that you are a foolish woman who thinks that 
she is going to a tea party, not a war. He says that you will 
not be so uncooperative after the guards have finished with you. 
He says that the guards will enjoy raping you. They have never 
had a Western woman before and are curious if what they have 
heard of the insatiable sexual appetite of Western women is 
true." As he continued, the young man's anxious expression gave 
way to one of real fear. "Remember that you are totally in his 
hands to do with as he wishes; no one can help you here. If you 
do not obey him and answer all his questions, he will do 
terrible things to you. Please, what is your unit, your base, 
and your mission?"

Diana hesitated. She was not prepared for the crude direct 
approach of the Iraqi Captain. She had expected captivity to be 
mostly mind games just as it had been at her training course. 
But her training wasn't the real world of the middle East. Now, 
things were moving too fast for her. She felt she had to slow 
things down, pretend to give in to gain time. This sort of 
information was of little value anyway; certainly not worth a 
gang rape.

She replied, "I am from the 417th Tactical Fighter Squadron, 
250th Tactical Fighter Wing which is based at Dhahran. I was 
flying an aircap when the missile hit me." Diana's face burned 
as she spoke. She was ashamed that she had given in so soon; but 
since the information was all lies she knew it would do no harm.

Yazeed listened to the translation, consulted a black notebook, 
and then turned to Diana with a chilling smile. The translator 
listened to him and said," The Captain says that you are a poor 
liar. We are not stupid; we have CNN here too. We saw the 
reporter do his story about your loss. Some of our pilots spent 
a lot of time in Saudi Arabia when we were fighting the accused 
Iranians. They tell us that the base he broadcast from was Al 
Mindhat not Dhahran; the buildings are quite different. Nor is 
there any 417th fighter squadron or 250th fighter wing listed 
for your active air force. The Captain now intends to teach you 
a lesson in what happens when you lie to him."

Yazeed stepped back and gave an order to the guards. They 
grabbed her arms and dragged her to a long bar hanging from the 
ceiling. A sharp blow to the stomach precluded resistance on 
Diana's part as they secured her hands in manacles at the ends 
of the bar. Then the two men grabbed her muscular legs and bent 
them back until the lower legs were a foot above and parallel to 
the floor. A sharp order to the translator sent him to help the 
two guards by tying a rope around her booted feet and then to 
the ends of the bar. In a moment, Diana hung from the ceiling, 
her muscular arms supporting her entire weight, with her legs 
tied like the short leg of an "L" behind her. As she cursed the 
Iraqi guards, one of them held a bottle of clear fluid to her 
mouth while the second guard used his fingers to close off her 
nose. As Diana choked and sputtered, they poured the vile 
tasting fluid down her all the while laughing. Even the 
translator seemed amused as he told her, "The bottle held a 
powerful laxative. The Captain says that now you will not be so 
full of shit."

The guards then gagged her with a rubber ball gag, patted her 
ass, and left; Captain Yazeed and his translator remained. The 
officer stood in front of Diana, caressing her prominent nipples 
again. He began twisting the sensitive flesh with his strong 
fingers as he stared into her face. He worked on them one at a 
time, twisting and squeezing the nubs until they hardened 
involuntarily. The twisting was no more painful than foreplay 
but it was humiliating to Diana to have this man use her body so 
casually. When he was satisfied with the erectness of her 
nipples, Yazeed brought a pair of small metal clamps, alligator 
clips actually from a voltage meter, out of his pocket. The 
clamps had serrated teeth and a powerful spring. He placed each 
carefully on her elongated nipples and then released both at 
once. The sharp teeth bit down into the tender flesh of Diana's 
nipples, drawing tiny drops of blood almost instantly. Diana 
screamed into her gag as the two clips bit into her nipples. The 
pain was overwhelming; for a moment she thought her nipples had 
been cut off. Then Yazeed took a roll of thick green tape and 
tore off a strip about six inches long. Without a word, he 
smoothed it down over her pubic hair.

Looking her in the face, he ripped the tape off her. Diana's 
head went back as another sharp pain shot up her body. Dimly she 
realized that he was pulling her pubic hair off.

Yazeed confirmed this for her as he held up the tape with a 
handful of her short hairs attached and grinned. The Iraqi 
officer varied the way he pulled each piece of tape off; 
sometimes pulling slowly so that she felt every hair pull out 
and sometimes quickly so that she didn't feel the pain until he 
was holding the tape up for her inspection.

Eventually he was satisfied by the now hairless vee between her 
spread legs. He tore off one last piece.

This one went over her anus so that she could not excrete 
anything until it was removed.

Then the officer and his flunky left as well, leaving Diana 
alone with her pain.

Diana knew that they were going to rape her. The use of the 
laxative made it obvious that they intended to sodomize her. She 
had never allowed anyone to take her in the ass. The thought of 
one or more of them using her in that way terrified her. She 
could have tolerated normal intercourse, but not sodomy. Visions 
of her anal rape began running unbidden through her mind, 
accented by the pain of the clamps biting into her sensitive 
nipples and the strain of her weight pulling on her arm muscles.

Diana hung for over two hours. Her arms burned as they were 
slowly pulled out of their sockets by her weight. The pain as 
the clamps bit into her nipples grew worse as they cut into the 
flow of blood to the sensitive nips of her breasts. But 
mercifully, the pain peaked and then began to recede into a dull 
throb as her nipples grew numb under the assault. Growing ever 
worse were the cramps in her intestines from the laxative. She 
felt as if she were going to explode. The pressure in her gut 
was indescribable. But no matter how hard Diana tried, the tape 
prevented her from relieving herself. She could only hang there 
in agony, covered in a cold sweat, and wait.

When Yazeed reentered with a crowd of guards, Diana was appalled 
to see that there were at least ten men in various stages of 
undress with him. As they crowded around her stroking her 
muscular body, she frantically tried to communicate to Captain 
Yazeed that she would tell him anything he wished if only he 
would release her. She'd give him the fuck of his slimy life if 
only he'd call off his animals. However, all that came out of 
her gagged mouth was a series of unintelligible grunts. But the 
Captain was not really interested in bargaining for information. 
He wished to break her. First he ordered one of the guards to 
remove the clamps on her long nipples. When he released the 
clamps, Diana could feel nothing for a moment. Then the blood 
and the feeling poured back into the sensitive nipples, bringing 
a wave of pain. Diana had never felt anything remotely like it. 
As she suffered with the return of sensation to her breasts, one 
of the guards held a tin bucket under her ass. A second pulled 
the tape off her straining anus and allowed the torrent of shit 
to shoot out of her. Diana had never felt such a sense of 
relief; for a moment she even forgot the burning sensation in 
her nipples and her impending rape as the pressure in her 
intestines receded. The heavy smell of shit did not seem to 
bother the men crowded around her. They used a small hose to 
clean the splattered feces off her ass and legs. Then they 
pushed its nozzle up her stretched sphincter to clean out the 
fecal matter remaining there. Diana felt a shock as the cold 
water filled and then flowed from her bowels and into the drain 
below her. The first man followed the hose with his cock so 
quickly that Diana had no opportunity to close her sphincter. She 
felt his cock enter her bowels, sending pain and a kind of 
cramps through her intestines into her belly. It seemed as if he 
were forcing his fist up her rather than his cock. Diana 
struggle wildly, grunting and twisting her torso as she tried to 
escape the penis invading her asshole. The guard wrapped his 
strong arms around her and held her still. His cock, already 
half way in, disappeared entirely inside her when he made 
another powerful thrust into the captive pilot, actually lifting 
her a few inches by the force of his thrust. The guard remained 
motionless for a moment as he savored the warm tightness of her 
virgin ass. Then he began to fuck her. While he plowed her ass, 
he held her in a bearhug, the sweat streaming off both their 
bodies. Diana fought him, her muscles straining in a futile 
effort to escape the burning pain from her raped asshole. The 
pain increased with each stroke until Diana knew that she must 
die, that he had torn her insides to shreds.

But she did not die. The first man lasted only few minutes in 
her ass before he came. Now her asschute was slick with his cum 
and wide open. The next man replace him as soon as he pulled his 
still dripping cock clear. The second man sank into the depths 
of her ass with his first stroke. Brutally he rode the suspended 
female pilot, not giving her a chance to adjust to the new cock. 
Diana was wailing into her gag with each jack hammer thrust. Her 
face was streaked with her tears and snot as well as her sweat. 
She twisted and turned her body, trying to escape the grip of 
her rapist; but her struggles only goaded on the man raping her 
to more brutal thrusts. A third man replaced the second without 
a moment's respite. The pain in her ass was diminishing slightly 
as it was forced open by the invading cocks; a kind of numbness 
began. Diana still fought each thrust by her rapists, her 
muscular arms and torso flexing futility. But with each new 
attacker, her struggles weakened. By the seventh man, Diana was 
simply hanging limply in the ropes as the guards plowed her 
asshole. Her body was shinny with sweat. Her thighs were covered 
with a sheet of cum which had run down her legs to dry in a 
white scum on her tanned skin. Diana's head rested on her chest 
as her body was jerked up and down like that of a puppet by the 
guard's thrusts. At Yazeed's order, the guard raping her ass 
began to twist and pull on her sore nipples to get her to 
struggle again. The new pain coming from her abused nipples did 
made Diana fight feebly, involuntarily milking his cock as her 
body struggled feebly to escape.

As the guards sodomized the Western female, Captain Yazeed sat 
in a chair a few feet in front of her where he had an 
unobstructed view. She was really magnificent looking as they 
raped her, he thought, admiring her muscular body. He had found 
her struggles incredibly arousing. The sight of the muscular 
woman being sodomized into submission had left him with a 
painfully hard cock straining against his fly. He would have 
liked to have joined his men in gang raping Diana. But it would 
have been below his dignity as an officer to share her with 
enlisted men. He would have to wait. For now, he savored the 
look of agony in her eyes. The eyes were always so expressive 
with women, he thought. He noted the clenched hands, a trickle 
of blood showing where her fingernails had torn the skin of her 
palms. Her nipples had been abused until they were a deep, dark 
red and very swollen. Judging by her weak cries, their continued 
abuse was evidently extremely painful to Diana. But mainly, he 
savored the look of defeat evident in her face. She had learned 
a great deal in the last two hours. He had plans to teach her 
much more.

Diana was barely conscious now. She felt only a sensation of 
burning fullness in her ass which combined with the pain from 
her arm muscles and tortured nipples to drive conscious thoughts 
out of her brain. She couldn't think; she could only feel the 
pain and humiliation consuming her. When the first few men had 
sodomized her, her mind could not accept what they were doing to 
her. She had fought them like an animal would fight a trap, 
struggling wildly even though she knew that she had no hope of 
escape. Now she had no strength left to fight. She could only 
hang there helplessly as they abused and humiliated her.

By now all ten of the guards had left their cum in her asshole. 
Yazeed toyed with the idea of allowing them a second chance at 
her. He wanted to see this arrogant woman abused further until 
she was only a shell of her former self. Fom his past 
experience, he was sure that the gang rape had shattered her 
physiological armor and left her vulnerable. Continuing, he 
reasoned, would make her even more compliant to his demands. He 
ordered the guards to stand away from her. Yazeed walked behind 
Diana and stared at the results of the guards' rape. Her 
spincter was still open, its edges protruding outward. A stream 
of whitish cum literally poured out of her ass and on to her 
thighs. The cum was drying in a sticky sheet which stained her 
thighs halfway to her knees. Diana was moaning softly into her 
gag, her head resting on her chest. Her breasts were heaving as 
if she had run a long distance; her muscular body was soaked in 
her own sweat and that of the guards. Yazeed knelt in front of 
her as he absentmindedly stroked himself. He stared at the 
exposed cunt of the captive female pilot. He ran one hand up her 
leg and then to her cunt lips. The bare skin around her cunt 
allowed him a clear view of the delicate inner lips, protruding 
slightly. He ran his fingers over them and into the cunt itself. 
Good, he thought, she is dry. He had been afraid that she might 
actually be aroused by her anal rape. This was much more 
satisfactory.

He ordered the guards to untie her feet and retie them in front 
of her in preparation for raping Diana's untouched cunt. They 
tied her legs to the room's pillars, spreading them obscenely 
and leaving her literally sitting in the air. Since she was only 
half conscious, he had another man break two capsules of ammonia 
under her nose. He wanted her awake. When Diana began to stir, 
the first guard positioned himself between her legs and forced 
his shit covered cock into the unlubricated channel of her cunt. 
The dry walls of her vagina's channel pulled at his cock, 
providing a stimulating discomfort for him and a sharp pain for 
the woman. The man forced himself into her until his cock was 
buried to his pubic hairs. Then he held it there, savoring the 
warmth of the once arrogant female officer's tight cunt. Yazeed 
wanted the American woman to see the face of her rapist. He held 
his cigarette to her left nipple until the glowing tip almost 
touched the swollen nub. When her eyes popped open and she 
looked him directly in the eye, Yazeed signaled the guard to 
begin fucking her. He fucked brutally, shredding her 
unlubricated cunt walls as he put all his strength behind each 
thrust. He would pull out until only his cockhead was still 
inside her then thrust into her again with the force of a 
piledriver. It seemed to her that he was hitting her cervix with 
every thrust. She knew that she must be bleeding from the pain 
in her dry cunt walls. But there was nothing she could do except 
hang there and submit to his rape. The guard held onto the 
woman's muscular asscheeks for leverage as he brutally fucked 
her. He hovered over her, his face only a few inches from her's. 
He could see tears rolling down her cheeks as he raped her. 
These tears of humiliation streaming down the face of this 
muscular but very feminine woman aroused him more than the tight 
grip her cunt had on his cock. A low wail began to come from the 
woman's gagged mouth; it pushed him over the edge. He came, 
filling her dry cunt with his hot, sticky cum. Sated now, he 
withdrew and let the next man take her.

The next man used her just as brutally. In an instant he was 
rutting inside her like a boar in heat. Diana was nauseated by 
the sight of his grinning face. But when she closed her eyes, 
Yazeed used his cigarette on her nipple again. Even in her 
abused condition, the pain was overwhelming. With Yazeed holding 
her head up, she was forced to watch the faces of man after man 
as the grinning soldiers used her cunt, like they had already 
used her asshole, as a depository for their disgusting cum. 
While not as painful as the plunder of her ass, the way she was 
forced to watch the gloating men rape her was even more 
humiliating. She felt like a slut. Diana was overwhelmed by 
revulsion. She struggled to escape. It did no good; her efforts 
only goaded the men on to more brutal attacks on her. At least 
she was spared the humiliation of understanding their crude 
comments as they mistook her struggles for the throes of 
passion. As man after man raped her, Diana's struggles lessened 
until her sweat soaked body again hung limp in the ropes 
suspending her from the ceiling. Her asshole still dripped cum 
out of its distended sphincter; now her cunt was also covered in 
the white spendings. It was dripping in globs from her abused 
vagina to the floor below by the time the last man had finished 
with her.

Captain Yazeed ordered the now exhausted guards out of the 
chamber, leaving himself and his translator alone with Diana. He 
stood between her legs and savored the sight of Diana's cum 
covered cunt. The sight of the whitish fluid dripping out of her 
drew him to her abused vagina. He crouched between her legs to 
peer inside her half open cunt lips. Fascinated, Yazeed spread 
those lips with his fingers to get a better look. The mixed 
smell of her cunt and the men's cum drew him on. He pushed two 
fingers of his right hand inside her swollen cunt lips. The 
fingers "squished" as he forced them inside Diana. He added 
another finger, then another. Then he closed his thumb against 
his palm and pushed his hand further into the American's cunt. 
With a second push, his whole hand disappeared into the woman's 
cunt. He moved it in and out, creating more of that squishy 
sound as his fist moved inside the seman saturated cunt. 
Gradually, Yazeed pumped his arm harder and harder until he was 
fisting the hanging woman with all his strength. Diana's 
numbness to her surroundings changed abruptly when his fist 
penetrated her. Now she felt a new agony as his fist expanded 
her sore vagina to two or three times its normal size. The 
sensation was far more painful than those produced by any of the 
guard's cocks. Diana wailed into her gag. She felt herself being 
torn in two by the fist invading her. She knew this would kill 
her. Once again she found the strength to struggle against her 
bonds as he punched his way deeper inside her. But her strength 
soon failed her. She hung passively as he continued to brutally 
fist fuck her vagina. The translator stared at Diana. He could 
actually see the Captain's fist moving under the skin of the 
woman's flat stomach. Its movements were accompanied by sounds 
usually associated with those a plunger makes as it clears a 
stopped-up toilet. As he fist fucked her with one hand, Yazeed 
used his other hand to stroke his cock, masturbating in time 
with his thrusts inside Diana's cunt. Again and again he used 
Diana as his punching bag. Finally, he jerked his fist out of 
her cunt, sending a new blast of pain to Diana's overloaded 
brain. Straightening up, he frantically pumped his cock until a 
stream of cum shot out and onto Diana's stomach and breasts. 
Diana was too exhausted to respond, even to the agony of his 
fist tearing its way out of her. She hung senseless, aware only 
of the feeling of emptiness inside her now that the fist had 
disappeared.

Yazeed was exhausted as well. He could manage nothing more than 
to plop down in his chair and stare at Diana's hanging form. 
Eventually, he had the translator untie her and leave her lying 
on the cold concrete floor on her back. He knew that she was 
broken but he still wished for her formal surrender. She had to 
tell him her unit, base and mission.

He let her lie on the cold floor for fifteen or twenty minutes 
while they both recovered. Then he had the translator drag her 
to her knees and take off her gag. Her arms dangled uselessly by 
her side as a result of the earlier suspension. Quietly he ask 
his three questions. Matching his tone, the translator ask 
mildly, "What was your unit, your base and your mission?"

Diana had no thought of lying to him this time. She said, "4th 
tactical fighter squadron, 388th wing, Mindhat. I was to bomb a 
suspected chemical weapons production site north of Baghdad."

The translator spoke to Yazeed, listened to his reply, and then 
told Diana, "See how easy that was. If you cooperate with us, 
you will not have to suffer another rape. But you must do 
everything the Captain tells you to do. You must do one more 
thing. Then you can sleep. The Captain says you must suck him 
off with your mouth. Do this and you can sleep"

Diana did not resist as the Captain stood in front of her, 
unzipped his pants, and placed his erect penis in front of her 
face. He grabbed her by the hair and guided her face forward. 
She simply opened her mouth and allowed his penis to penetrate 
her lips. Carefully, she closed her lips around it and began to 
suck, licking its undersides with her tongue. She concentrated 
on pleasing this man with all her soul, using her tongue and 
lips expertly. The soft, sucking sounds that came from her mouth 
were painfully humiliating to her; but Diana was too afraid of 
this man to complain. It was the sight of Diana slavishly 
sucking his cock as much as the sensation of her tongue working 
on his penis that brought Captain Yazeed to the point of no 
return. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and began using her 
face as if it were her cunt. His thrusts rapidly picked up speed 
while Diana gagged helplessly under him. She was choking, unable 
to draw a breath, when he began to climax. Diana swallowed the 
hot load he shot into her mouth without protest; she could feel 
the cum burning its way into her stomach. She was grateful her 
ordeal was finally over, at least for the moment. Yazeed 
withdrew his penis from her mouth and smiled down at her. He 
traced his fingers over the woman's lips and into the small 
stream of whitish cum trickling out of them. He picked up a glob 
of the thick cum on the tip of his finger and looked at it for a 
moment. Then he pushed his cum covered digit into the kneeling 
women's mouth and wiped it clean on the surface of her tongue as 
she stared submissively at him, too frightened to protest. He 
was pleased. They had made a good start; tomorrow he would begin 
working with the woman on the script the foreign ministry had 
provided. He would have her on CNN calling for an end to the 
criminal bombing in 3 or 4 days at most. He'd have time for his 
son's birthday party after all.


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A nude Major Diana Barker knelt submissively in front of the her 
seated captor as Captain Yazeed angrily berated her in Arabic 
for her lackluster performance in the last propaganda broadcast. 
As she had been painfully taught to do, the captured pilot knelt 
with her legs spread wide, exposing her sex which was still 
swollen from the gang rape and fisting of five nights before. 
Diana held her arms up with her hands clasp at the back of her 
neck, involuntarily thrusting her large breasts forward as if 
offering them to her torturer. She could feel Yazeed's eyes on 
her breasts and wished feverently for something to cover them. 
But knew he would keep her nude unless actually filming; only 
then was she given her flight suit to cover herself. Diana 
realized that the submissive positions and her degrading nudity 
were meant to humiliate her and to destroy her will. But knowing 
this did not help her cope with her rapidly diminishing self-
respect. Consumed with fear and guilt, Diana was losing touch 
with who and what she was and beginning to allow her captors to 
define her in their terms instead.

As his translator converted his words into English, Yazeed held 
the electric baton, which its American maker appropriately 
called a "cattle prod," prominently in his right hand. Diana was 
painfully familiar with this device, having felt it work on her 
cunt and breasts before. Though it left no lasting marks, she 
knew that it would burn like fire when used on her sensitive 
feminine regions. Yazeed could see her eyes nervously following 
the baton as he rose and stood above her kneeling form. He used 
the cold metal of the baton to lightly rub Diana's large nipples 
into erectness as the translator droned on. He thought he could 
see a tear forming in Diana's left eye as she braced herself for 
the shock. Her muscular body was shiny with sweat now. A faint 
tremble was visible in Diana's torso each time the metal baton 
touched her moist skin. When he had both nipples fully erect, he 
touched the tip of the baton to the left nipple and pressed the 
button activating the device.

Diana's body grew rigid as the electricity tore through her 
breast, ripping the breath from her lungs. 
"UUUGGGGGGGGHHLLLLMMMM," she screamed as every muscle in her 
body tightened involuntarily from the shock, jerking her body 
erect.

Then the pain was gone as quickly as it had come, leaving the 
nude woman whimpering softly, her left breast tingling but 
strangely senseless. She kept her hands tightly clasp behind her 
head to avoid another shock for moving while she fearfully 
waited for Yazeed to continue. Yazeed began softly rubbing the 
metal prod between her legs toward her exposed cunt. Diana 
closed her eyes, the tears streaming from them now. Terror 
possessed her completely as she felt the hard cylinder pressing 
against her erect clit! She held her breath as he rubbed it over 
her sensitive sex, waiting for the pain to consume her again. He 
didn't make her wait long.

"UUUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHLLLLLMMMMMMMM!!!!!"

As a nude Diana was withering in pain on the concrete floor of 
her prison, her future was being decided by Saddam as he 
lectured his war council on the inevitability of his victory. He 
had been very disappointed by the failure of his propaganda 
broadcasts to energize an anti-war movement in the United 
States. Although he had provided numerous films to the American 
media featuring Diana Barker and four male pilots confessing to 
bombing hospitals and schools and professing eternal support for 
the "brave Iraqi People," nothing had happened. In fact, public 
opinion had turned against him as a result of the films. Even 
the initially favorable American Media had turned against him. 
It was clearly impossible to understand these people. 
Fortunately, he had an even more brilliant plan. It was 
inevitable now that the Americans would attack and that his army 
would be defeated. But, if he could bloody the imperialists 
before his army's inevitable defeat, he could still emerge as 
the Arab hero. To do this he had to have one successful battle 
and then prevent his army from turning on him in their defeat. 
The key to doing these two things lay in controlling General 
Hamid Rashid, the popular commander of III Corp and his army's 
best commander. Saddam silently congratulated himself on his 
foresight in not ordering one of those helicopter "accidents" 
for Rashid which had befallen the other heroes of the war with 
Iran. Now Rashid was available to win him his one victory. But 
the man still had to be made so unacceptable to the Americans 
that they would never support him if he tried a coup in the 
war's aftermath. From his extensive dossier on the general, 
Saddam knew that the General was a sadist who had tortured to 
death for his own gratification several Kurdish women captured 
by his troops. He would send Rashid the American female pilot. 
The gift would cement his loyalty in the short run. Then 
evidence of the General's sadism, collected by his spy in the 
man's headquarters, would give Saddam the means to destroy him 
after the war. As his subordinates wisely agreed, the plan was 
brilliant.

Within hours, Diana had been taken from the custody of Captain 
Yazeed, fed, and clothed again in her flight suit, though 
without any underclothes. Then she was put into a civilian car 
and began the dangerous trip to Rashid's headquarters in 
southern Kuwait. She had her hands cuffed in front of her but 
was otherwise treated well by her silent guards. As the distance 
from Yazeed grew, Major Barker began to feel a sense of elation 
at her apparent escape from that sadist's control. She began to 
think that the worst part of her captivity was over. As her 
confidence grew, so grew her anger at the pain and humiliation 
which had been inflicted on her by Captain Yazeed. Diana began 
to believe that the Iraqi in charge at wherever it was they were 
going would be someone normal -- as if Captain Yazeed was not 
normal for Saddam's Iraq. Old habits began to reassert 
themselves as she started planning about how she would get that 
bastard Yazeed for what he had done to her. By the time she 
arrived at Rashid's headquarters, she had convinced herself that 
it was payback time.

General Rashid was, in his own mind at least, the modern 
reincarnation of Saladin, the warrior who had destroyed the 
Christian crusader kingdom almost exactly eight centuries 
before. His enemies in the army -- which meant any officer above 
colonel in rank -- whispered that he was mad. But it was not the 
stories of his cruelties toward women that prompted this 
opinion. It was his obsession with the American movie, "PATTON." 
They said that he modeled everything he did on that movie, which 
he had watched over a 100 times by his own accounts. Ruthless, 
arrogant, and cruel; he nevertheless commanded the respect of 
the junior officers and NCOs for his battlefield successes 
against the Iranians. This was the man Diana thought was going 
to help her and upon whom she had the poor judgment to unload 
her pent-up anger. It was also her great misfortune that the 
general spoke fluent English.

The General was initially so astonished that a woman would 
address him in such a disrespectful manner that he was 
speechless. Diana took this as acquiesce and launched into her 
demand that the General "do something" about Captain Yazeed. 
General Rashid silenced her with a powerful backhand slap across 
her face. It took him several moments before he could trust his 
voice so great was the rage consuming him. He had been insulted 
in his own headquarters in front of his men by a woman, an 
American woman who had the termidity to call herself a warrior! 
When he could trust himself to speak, he dismissed the woman's 
escorts and ordered two of his men to take her into his private 
quarters. There, he ordered them to strip her and tie her in a 
standing spread eagle, face against the wall. Then he told them 
to get out.

The General studied Diana's muscular back and buttocks with 
considerable interest. Her smooth skin was unmarked. He would 
change that. Unbidden, his orderly brought him his preferred 
instrument, the long, hard rubber fan belt from an Army 5 ton 
truck. Then he left. Rashid had first seen a fan belt used on a 
man as a lieutenant in 1968, when his sergeant had shown him the 
army's way of making Kurds talk. Heavy and brutal, the belt was 
like the man using it.

Rashid ignored the pleas for mercy coming from Diana; they 
lacked the intensity to interest him. That would change after a 
few blows with the belt. He began work, choosing Diana's hard, 
muscular asscheeks as his first target. Using all his strength 
he brought the heavy belt down across her buttocks. A long, 
muddy-red streak appeared across the untanned, almost white 
flesh. Slowly and methodically, he repeated the stroke again and 
again as the captive woman screamed.

Diana felt as if she were being flayed; It felt as if the skin 
was being stripped off her ass. Bound against the wall, she 
could do nothing to escape the maddenly slow strokes though she 
tried, her powerful arm and leg muscles helplessly flexing in a 
futile effort to escape. The pain burned itself from her 
buttocks to her brain with each stroke. Almost as bad was the 
wait for the next stroke -- the pain still fresh in her mind. 
She screamed repeatedly but had no idea what she was screaming.

"UUUUGGGHHLLMMMMMM!! Noo!! PLEASE, PLEASE OH! 
UUUUUUGGGGGHHHHLLMMMMMMM!! STOP PLEASE!!"

Diana's screams were clearly audible throughout the headquarters 
as the General wished them to be. No one could humiliate him and 
escape; let those lackeys and cowards listen, he thought as he 
savored Diana's screams. Her asscheeks were covered in dark red 
stripes now. Between strokes, he could see her body shake with 
sobs. He began to work on the sensitive tops of her thighs. 
There the belt met her tanned skin to produce an even deeper red 
stripe.

"UUUUGGGGGHHHLLLMMMMMMMM!!!!!"

"OOHHHHH!!! PLEASEEE!! STOP! NOOEEEE... UUUGGGHLLMMMMM!!!"

Slowly, methodically, Rashid worked down her thigh backs and 
then back to her punished buttocks. He laid each stroke with 
care, ensuring that on her buttocks the new stripes crossed the 
old to increase Diana's pain. Then he moved up to the small of 
her back.

"UUUGGGHHHLLLLMMMMMMMM!!!! UUUGGGGGHHHHLLLLLMMMMMMMMM!! 
PLEASEEEEE!!"

Now the general was lashing Diana across her back, the end of 
the heavy belt just long enough to reach around her to strike 
the sensitive sides of her large breasts. The sheer weigh of the 
blows was driving Diana into the wall. Tears and snot streamed 
down her face as she screamed into the hard, cold surface of the 
wall. Her body was covered in a cold sweat, making it shine in 
the harsh light of the room. There was a new intensity to her 
screams. Diana was convinced that he was going to flay the skin 
off her back!

"UUUGGGGGGHHHLLLLMMMMMMM!! AAHHHHHHH!!! UUUGGHHHLLMMMMMM!! 
PLEEASSEEEEEE!! AHHH!! STOP!!!!"

The blows stopped though Diana's body remained tensed as she 
waited for their resumption. Instead, she sensed the General 
standing behind her and then felt his hand spreading her 
asscheeks. Involuntarily she tensed even more. Then in a feat of 
will she made her muscles relax. Diana knew what was next; he 
was going to sodomize her. After the anal gang rape she had 
suffered with Yazeed, she knew better than to fight him. She 
felt the head of his cock press against her no longer virgin 
asshole and then the familiar burning sensation as it pushed 
past her stretched sphinster. Then she felt the familiar pressure 
as his penis filled her colon, sending painful cramps through 
her guts and into her brain.

"AHHHHH!!!!!! OOHHHH!! It hurts, Pleaseee!"

Rashid was pleased to find her so easy to penetrate. He loved 
the way her colon seemed to squeeze his cock as it burrowed 
inside her. As Diana's body arched up in an involuntary and 
futile attempt to escape her impalement, he drove his cock all 
the way into her. Then he reached around the woman to grasp her 
breasts in his hands. The General found her large ,erect nipples 
and gripped them between his fingers, squeezing them in concert 
with his thrusts into Diana's ass. He savored the way she 
squirmed under him; it aroused him more than the physical 
aspects of simple sex ever could.

"American slut. You are my prisoner! You will do whatever I say, 
when I say it. If you defy me in the least thing, I will beat 
you with that belt until there is no skin left on your body," 
Rashid rasped into her ear as he continued riding her ass, "You 
will show me the respect I deserve, whore!"

Diana involuntarily tightened her spinster from shock when the 
General spoke to her in English. A thrust and a painful twist of 
her sensitive nipples reminded her not to fight him. She rested 
her head against the wall and tried to relax her whole body, 
hoping to get through her rape with as little pain as possible.

"Slut, you will answer me when I speak," He barked, squeezing 
painfully on her nipples as he spoke.

"Yes Sir, I... I'm... AAHH! I'm sorry, Sir," Diana choked out 
between the moans as he sodomized her and tortured her nipples.

Apparently satisfied, Rashid concentrated on fucking her ass. 
The tempo of his thrusts increased as he pumped harder and 
harder into her ass. Diana thought it felt as if he were pushing 
a baseball bat up her ass. The pain seemed to Diana to go on 
forever as he rode her torn and bleeding ass and tried to rip 
her nipples off of her breasts with his fingernails. It was all 
she could do to lean her head against the wall and concentrate 
on breathing between screams. Finally, the jackhammer thrusts 
stopped and she could feel a hot liquid filling her intestines. 
Diana stood in a daze as he untied her hands and retied them 
behind her back. Then he untied her feet and lead her to a bed 
in the corner.

He made her kneel beside the bed and said, "I am going to test 
your obedience. If you fail, I will whip you twice as hard as I 
just did." Producing a pistol from his holster, Rashid continued 
"I order you to lick your filth off my cock. If your teeth touch 
my cock, I will kill you."

The pistol to her head, Diana stared in disgust at the dark 
stains on his half erect cock. Her stomach turned at the thought 
of where it had just been. But she was too frightened to refuse. 
Slowly and reluctantly, she stuck out her tongue and ran it up 
the underside of his shit stained penis. She continued licking 
his cock until all the dark stains were gone and the half hard 
organ was shinny with her saliva. The bitter taste of her own 
feces filled her mouth but she continued licking until not a 
trace of her shit remained.

"Excellent, whore. Now turn your attention to the material on 
the bottom of my boots. That, I believe, is what you Americans 
would call camel shit. Get rid of it!"

The next morning, a thoroughly broken Major Barker was prepared 
for another humiliation. By the General's perverse reasoning, 
since she had embarrassed him in front of his subordinates, she 
would be humiliated in front of them. She was dressed in her 
flight suit but in such a way that it emphasized rather than 
covered her body. The front was open and the zipper sides pinned 
back to her shoulders so that her breasts were totally exposed. 
The crotch of the suit had been cut out entirely, exposing her 
shaven cunt and most of her buttocks, complete with the still 
painful bruises from her whipping the night before. She knelt on 
the sand in front of the headquarters with the headquarters 
personnel drawn up in a formation to her right. Diana had 
instinctively assumed the submissive position taught her by 
Yazeed; her legs spread and her back straight with eyes 
downcast. She had no idea what was going to happen to her. But 
she knew that if she displeased the General he would inflict 
some horrible punishment on her. The General was making some 
kind of a speech to the assembled soldiers in Arabic; he seemed 
to have forgotten her for the moment.

When he finished, a cheer came from the soldiers. The General 
walked the few feet to where Diana knelt submissively. As Diana 
watched anxiously, he opened his fly and took out his cock. Was 
he going to rape her in front of these men, she wondered. Then 
without warning, the General began to piss in her face. A stream 
of warm, stinking piss hit her in the face, burning her eyes and 
running between her open lips before she could react. A 
shuddering Diana quickly surpressed her initial impulse to bolt. 
Instead, she simply dropped her face to stare at the ground 
while he continued to direct his piss on to her face and hair. 
It ran over her head and onto her naked chest, coating her 
breasts. It ran down her stomach and over her sensitive cunt 
before running down her legs, soaking the flight suit legs in 
the process. She was drenched in his smelly urine. Despite the 
strong survival instincts which had gotten her this far, at this 
moment Diana wanted nothing so much as to die. She had never 
felt so thoroughly humiliated in her life. She had been used as 
a toilet by this arrogant camel jockey. To make it even more 
humiliating, his use of her as his toilet had been witnessed by 
forty cheering Iraqi soldiers. As they cheered and fired weapons 
into the air, the General forced open her mouth with his thumbs. 
Then, as he held it open with one hand, he directed the last 
trickle of urine directly into her mouth as she looked up at him 
helplessly. Neither the bitter taste of his piss hitting her 
tongue nor the feeling of his hot piss filling her stomach was 
worse than the terrible humilation she felt.

TO BE CONTINUED




From conwic@aol.com Fri Jun 13 19:48:49 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: REPOST:  Female POW1  2/2 (M+/F,NC,gang,rape,humiliation,bondage,military)
From: conwic@aol.com
Date: Fri, 13 Jun 1997 23:48:49 GMT
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DISCLAIMER: This story contains scenes of rape, torture, bondage and
humilation.  If such activities distress you, DO NOT READ THIS STORY.
If you are under twenty-one years of age, DO NOT READ THIS STORY.
This is a work of fiction; any resemblence to actual persons, living
or dead, is purely coincidental.  This story is not politically
correct.  Too bad.  This story may be reproduced and distributed
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              FEMALE POW 1 Mother Of All Rapes  Parts 4 and 5
                           by conwic@aol.com


General Rashid had always followed the advice given by George C. 
Scott in Rashid's favorite movie, 'PATTON.' 'When you go forward 
to visit the troops, fly flags and make a lot of noise so they 
see you sharing their dangers; but when you go back, take down 
the flags and go home quietly like a thief in the night.' Now 
Rashid was driving forward to visit his troops; but he had 
replaced his flags with an even more eye-catching ornament for 
his command car, Major Diana Barker. After seeing the way her 
degradation had raised the morale of his dispirited staff, he 
had resolved to use her to prepare his elite troops for the 
coming battle. Mounting her on his car was just the first step 
in his plan

Diana had been positioned on the front of his land rover. She 
was dressed in her boots and flight suit, the one which had the 
front pinned open to expose her breasts and the crotch cut away. 
Her lower legs had been bent back under her thighs and her 
booted feet tied to her thighs. Now she rested on her knees on a 
small metal platform which Rashid had ordered welded to the 
bumper. To hold her upright, her torso had been tied to a large 
diameter metal pipe which was also welded to the bumper. Diana's 
arms were tied behind her back. Ropes ran from her elbows to the 
vehicle's mirror mountings to keep her from twisting from side 
to side as the vehicle traveled over the rough roads at a high 
speed. Rashid was very pleased with the effect she produced, her 
hair blowing in the desert wind and her large breasts bouncing 
wildly with each rut the command car hit.

Diana was not as pleased. The ride was pure hell. With all her 
weight resting on her knees, every jolt in a rut filled road 
sent a bolt of pain up her legs. Her face and breasts were 
exposed to the wind blown sand which, at the speed she was 
traveling, produced an effect identical to standing in front of 
a sand blaster. Her abused breasts were especially sensitive to 
the blowing sand. Diana wondered if she would have any skin left 
on them by the time this ride was over. The fine road dust 
kicked up by the vehicle was finding its way on to all her skin 
surfaces not scoured clean by the sand and combining with the 
sweat covering her body to produce an itchy grit. It covered her 
and seemed to particularly delight in collecting inside her 
exposed cunt lips. The dust also found its way into her mouth 
and throat, torturing her with thirst and reducing her moans to 
weak croaks. By the time they reached their destination, Diana 
was in her own world of pain and thirst, oblivious to her 
surroundings.

With forty thousand men under his command, Rashid knew he would 
have to be sparing in his use of Diana. He had selected the 
company commanders, senior NCOs, and battalion commanders of one 
brigade, some 34 men in all, to take part in his test of her 
usefulness in raising morale. The unit was from his best 
division, the 5th Mechanized Division, and had been selected to 
lead the planned offensive Saddam had ordered. It had also 
suffered heavily from American airpower. Rashid was certain that 
allowing them to use and abuse Diana would help them win back 
some of the confidence they had lost under the relentless air 
attacks. But with only 5 days until the planned attack at 
Khafji, he had to act fast.

He found the men drawn up in formation at the oil derrick he had 
designated. Since the Americans would never bomb Kuwait's 
precious oil wells, he knew that he could count on not being 
interrupted here. General Rashid ordered his driver to pull in 
front of the formation and park. He enjoyed the sight of the 
men's confusion as they first saw the figure on the front of his 
vehicle and then realized that it was a woman. They had been 
without women in the desert for almost six months now. The 
formation wavered for a moment but discipline held. He was 
satisfied that he had their attention.

Climbing onto the hood of the land rover, the General launched 
into his speech. He spoke of the imperialists threatening the 
Dar el Saddam, the House of Saddam, and about the coming 
opportunity to strike a blow for their great leader. He appealed 
to their male pride, telling them that the Americans depended on 
women like this one to do their fighting. Rashid thought that he 
had never seen an audience so spell bound by one of his 
speeches. Of course, the men were mesmerized by Diana rather 
than the General. There she hung on the bumper of his car, not 
15 feet away from the front rank, with her breasts exposed. Even 
her cunt, its covering hair shaven, was clearly visible to the 
hungry stares of the men. Despite in her battered state, Diana 
could sense the lust radiating from these men; it was as real to 
her as the heat radiating from the hood of the land rover. As 
the General's speech turned to the death brought by Americans 
and their bombers, and the men began to understand the 
significance of the uniform Diana was wearing; an ominous hatred 
came into the men's eyes. Each had lost men, if not friends, to 
the hated bombers. They had felt the frustration of suffering 
attack without being able to fight back. Now the General was 
offering them a target for their anger. In response the men 
began to cheer in earnest, firing their weapons into the air and 
screaming victory chants.

The General's bodyguards untied her from the hood of the land 
rover and freed her feet though not her hands. Since Diana's 
legs were too cramped to hold her up, they carried her to an 
empty oil barrel lying in the sand. The two men threw her over 
the barrel and then retreated, leaving her to the waiting men.

As soon as her stomach hit the hot metal of the drum, Diana knew 
that she was in serious trouble. She had grown increasingly numb 
to the abuse being inflicted upon her. But now, as she looked 
over the mob of uniformed men surrounding her, she felt a fear 
more intense than that of the first night when Yazeed had her 
gang raped. Could they, she wondered, mean to rape her to death?

The Iraqi soldiers swarmed over her. One man grabbed her by her 
auburn hair and pulled her head over his erect cock. As he 
filled her mouth, Diana felt hands all over her body. They 
grabbed her breasts; squeezing, pinching and mauling her sand 
blasted tits. Those who could not reach her breasts ripped the 
flight suit off her back and legs to maul her naked flesh. Diana 
was in shock. She did not even feel the first man to enter her 
exposed vagina. Suddenly he was just there, his hips banging 
against her's as he propelled her forward onto the cock in her 
mouth. That man's cockhead was forcing its way into her throat, 
choking her, and making Diana light headed as it cut off her 
oxygen. Then the man began brutally fucking her face, using his 
grip on her hair to force her mouth back and forth over his cock 
as he remained motionless. Now Diana could get quick gasps of 
air between strokes. As the two men pounded her nude body from 
opposite ends, anonymous hands continued to maul her now totally 
nude body. Draped over the barrel with her arms bound behind 
her, Diana could do little to stop her attackers. But this time 
she did not even try to resist the men who were brutally raping 
her. Instead, she lay passively over the empty oil drum as the 
two men used her mouth and cunt. She concentrated on breathing 
and tried to push her rising panic to the back of her mind.

Neither of the men lasted long inside her. Diana felt hot cum 
filling her mouth and then the same wet heat inside her cunt. 
The two cocks disappeared only to be replace by two more. Now 
her whole world was limited to the two cocks penetrating her. 
Man after man mounted her and left their spendings inside her 
cunt. Diana's crotch became saturated in cum, so much of it that 
it ran in streams out of her numbed cunt lips and onto her 
tanned legs. The men in her mouth were fucking her with equal 
brutality, bloodying her lips with their thrusts as they 
deposited volumes of sperm in her mouth. It was all that Diana 
could do to swallow the masses of sticky, white seman flooding 
her mouth. It was either swallow or choke. As she forced it 
down, Diana had the sensation that their cum was coating her 
esophagus all the way to her stomach. In a half lucid moment, 
she could feel it filling her stomach, gallons of the thick, 
white cum pooling inside her. Diana thought that she was going 
to drown in their cum.

As her cunt became too saturated in cum for even the Iraqi's to 
tolerate, the men fucking her switched to her unused asshole. 
The first man simply forced his penis into her unlubricated ass, 
indifferent to the searing pain he caused Diana. It was only 
because she had already been repeatedly sodomized earlier in her 
captivity that the man was able to penetrate her without ripping 
her ass apart. The pain was excoriating as he pumped his cock 
into her with relentless jackhammer-like strokes. Diana tried to 
scream. But the cock pumping into her mouth choked the sound of 
her cries until that all that came out of her mouth were weak 
moans. The man sodomizing her rode Diana for what seemed to her 
to be an eternity. Finally, he came. To Diana's relief, his cum 
then provided a lubricant for the next man to sodomize her. Then 
that man emptied himself into her burning ass and was replaced 
by yet another as soon as he had pulled out of her. Soon, 
Diana's still burning asshole was as loose and as saturated in 
her rapists' sperm as her abused vagina. Through it all, Diana 
lay passively over the barrel, submissively accepting their 
abuse without even a thought of resistance. She was resolved to 
cling to life even at the expense of submitting to these men.

So it continued as man after man used her mouth or ass. Both 
ends of Diana's pain racked body were covered in their white, 
sticky sperm. Her memories became increasingly disjointed. She 
would remember cum spurting into her face and eyes, cocks and 
fingers penetrating her asshole, hands pulling on her hair as 
her head was jerked back and forth over someone's cock, and 
hands pulling at her sore nipples. She had no idea how many man 
had used her or how many more were to come.

If Diana's recollections were confused, those of General Rashid 
were crystal clear. He watched Diana's ordeal from his vantage 
point on the hood of the land rover; from there he could see 
everything that was being done to her by his soldiers. He was 
delighted by the aggressiveness his men showed toward the 
captive American woman. The brutal way in which they forced her 
to service them with her mouth and, especially, their causal 
brutality in using her anus as a second cunt pleased him 
greatly. He could see the confidence flowing back into his 
soldiers. Nor did the sight of such a strong woman being 
subjected to the humiliation and pain of a mass rape fail to 
arouse him. He had witnessed more gang rapes than he could 
remember as a young officer fighting the Kurds; but he had never 
seen a woman endure such brutality or so many men. That is, if 
she does live through it, he thought.

General Rashid was enthralled by the sight of her muscular body 
being buffeted about by the men using her mouth and ass. One man 
was using her cum covered face as if it were her cunt, his hands 
gripping her sperm soaked hair as he pulled her head back and 
forth on his cock. The other man was literally trying to stab 
her to death with his penis. He was thrusting into her open 
asshole in a mad frenzy while slapping her buttocks with his 
right hand. Even from his position, the General could hear the 
wet, sucking sounds of the man's penis ramming in and out of her 
cum-soaked asshole and the counterpointing loud cracks as his 
hand impacted on her quivering buttcheeks. As one set of men 
spent themselves in Diana, another pair appeared with erect 
penises and took their places. Her holes were never empty for 
more than a few seconds. Even after the American woman finally 
passed out, the men continued to fuck her slimy holes. The 
General could not even tell just when she had passed out since 
her body had continued to move in response to the men fucking 
her unconscious body.

Eventually, the General called a halt. Each man had taken Diana 
at least one; some had used her three times. The men's mood was 
as jubilant as if they had won a great victory on the 
battlefield. Rashid was cheered wildly when he promised them 
more American women soldiers after the great victory they would 
win at Khafji. As the men were marched away, the General walked 
over to where Diana was still lying draped over the metal drum. 
One of his bodyguards was examining the woman's still body. 
Rashid was fascinated to see that Diana's cunt lips and asshole 
both were still distended. They were so open that he could 
actually see the interior linings and the pools of cum still 
inside the woman's vagina and colon. Her body was covered in his 
men's cum. It had dried in layers over her skin at her sex, 
upper legs, and face. It had even flowed as far as onto her red, 
raw breasts. General Rashid thought that he had never seen a 
more desirable looking woman in his life.

"Is she alive?" he ask his bodyguard.

"Yes Sir, she still breathes though I do not see how she could 
have survived this."


********************************************************

As the President read through the CIA report, he began shaking 
his head in that disjointed way he had when he was angry. His 
chief of staff watched uneasily, suspecting that the President 
had gotten to the part where the informant described Major 
Barker's beating and rape by General Rashid. Sardonically he 
thought, wait until you read the part about the gang rape. He 
had been thinking about how the war had been going so well; now 
this had to happen. Despite the Military's misgivings, it was 
clear that they had to do something to save the woman. If they 
didn't, the women's groups would crucify them. It simply didn't 
matter if they did lose 50 men to save this one female pilot. 
They had to do something and do it before the media got wind of 
this. The American people would never forgive them if this got 
out and they had done nothing. He was mentally marshaling his 
responses to each of the Military's objections when the 
President looked up and said, "Do it."

On the following night, General Rashid was in an elated mood. 
The preparations for the attack at Khafji were going well. 
Morale was high in the 5th Mechanized just as he had known it 
would be. And now he had learned that his men had captured 
another American female pilot and were bringing her to his 
headquarters. It seemed only logical that he take advantage of 
her presence before sending the woman on to Baghdad. After all, 
if he gave Saddam his victory, then nothing would be said about 
this little indulgence. If he failed, he was a dead man 
regardless of what he did to her. It was victory or death, he 
thought; so live for the moment.

Two hours later General Rashid was studying his new plaything, 
Marine First Lieutenant Kathleen O'Connor. He had the young 
woman kneeling before him, stripped of her flight suit and with 
her arms tied behind her back. A petite, freckled redhead with 
an athletic body -- everyone referred to her by her callsign 
"Tomboy," the woman presented a fascinating contrast to the 
muscular Major Barker. He found her to be attractive in a boyish 
way with her small breasts, slender build, and short, red hair. 
Though Tomboy tried to maintain a brave front, the General could 
sense her fear; he could literally smell it emulating from her 
sweat covered body. It will be interesting, he thought, to put 
the two American women together.

A short time later, he had them together. A nude Diana was lying 
on her stomach on the table, her booted feet on the floor and 
her strong arms bound behind her back. A swathy,naked soldier 
stood behind her, his erect cock plowing her distended asshole. 
In front of Diana, another of the General's guards was using her 
mouth; holding her hair, he held her head still as he pumped his 
cock in and out of her open mouth. Grunts and soft moans were 
coming from Diana to accompany the louder panting of the guards 
as they used the submissive woman. The General held Tomboy's 
hair, forcing her to watch as his men raped the broken female 
Air Force officer. Tears ran down Tomboy's face as she watched 
in horror. Her body shook with her own fear as she was forced to 
watch Diana's body being buffeted between the two angry men. 
Helplessly she watched as man after man raped Diana's mouth and 
ass. She wanted to say something, to stop this horror; but she 
was too afraid. As she looked on, the General whispered into her 
ear:

" This is what will happen to you as well, my little American 
Marine; after I have used you first, of course. No one will save 
you! What you see is nothing compared to what that whore has 
endured and what you will also endure. You are no longer 
American warriors- now you are Iraqi whores!" 

Less than five miles away a team of American soldiers from Delta 
Force was waiting in the sand dunes in the middle of an S-shaped 
curve. They had been landed from two MH-47's here, deep in the 
Iraqi rear area, only an hour before. Now the assault team 
waited tensely inside their Trojan horse, a captured Iraqi army 
truck, while the support team waited in two man teams spread 
throughout the dunes. The lookout had already signaled the 
approach of the scrounging convoy from III Corp headquarters. 
Every night four trucks made the trip to Kuwait City and back 
with whatever they could find to feed themselves now that the 
Iraqi supply system had collapsed under the bombing. The Delta 
Force team was going to join this convoy and use it to pass 
through the checkpoints into the headquarters area. When the 
last truck approached the first part of the curve, two of the 
support force pulled on a rope to move an accordion like metal 
frame covered with spikes across the asphalt in front of the 
truck. As the Iraqi truck swerved onto the sand and slowed with 
two punctured tires, the Delta Force truck came out of the dunes 
to replace it at the end of the convoy. With the engine noises 
and the muffling effect of the curve, none of the Iraqis in the 
first three trucks heard the silenced MP5's as men from the 
support team dispatched the two Iraqis in the truck's cab. All 
they saw were the black-out lights of the last truck coming 
around the curve. In a few moments, the convoy was being waved 
through the first checkpoint and into the headquarters area.

By now Tomboy had seen eight men use Diana as she lay passively 
on the table. Their brutality horrified her. Even worse, to her 
terrified mind, was the submissive manner with which Diana 
seemed to accept the brutal attacks. Tomboy knew and admired 
Diana Barker by her reputation within the close knit community 
of female flyers; she could not understand how these men had 
turned her into their unresisting fuck toy. The sight of this 
muscular woman being used and degraded by her enemies and not 
fighting back was heartbreaking to Tomboy. How, she wondered, 
could see resist them if Diana Barker could not?

" That is enough! ", the General ordered the guards, " You are 
dismissed. See that no one disturbs me for an hour."

The guards filed out, leaving Tomboy alone with the General and 
Diana. Diana remained face down on the table, almost zombie like 
now in her passivity. Tomboy could see that the guards' cum 
covered her face, leaving a white mask over her mouth and chin. 
Diana's asshole was a gapping circle, dripping the thick cum 
onto her cunt before it dropped to the floor and formed a puddle 
of white on the concrete. Tomboy thought that Diana looked like 
a queen, brought low by her enemies but still regal even in her 
suffering.

Pulling Tomboy to Diana by her hair, the General pushed her face 
close to the other woman's ass and taunted her,

" Take a close look at her asshole. Yours will look like that- 
like a whore's cunt! Take a closer look! Taste my men's sperm; 
lick her clean like a good little American whore!"

The General pushed Tomboy's face into Diana's sperm covered ass 
as he spoke. He pulled painfully on her short hair and screamed 
at her, 

"Do it whore! Clean your comrade of my men's sperm before I call 
the men back and let them have you!"

Terrified, Tomboy obeyed. She put out her pink, little tongue 
and began hesitantly scooping the slimy white man seed into her 
mouth. Grimacing at the bitter, salty taste of the men's cum, 
she licked it carefully from Diana's cunt and asshole. Tomboy 
kept her eyes tightly shut while she licked, as if to hide the 
horrible reality of the situation. 

"Good. Now put your tongue into her ass and clean her! DO IT!"

Tomboy pressed her lips to Diana's open asshole and then 
extended her tongue into the hot, foul tasting opening. As 
Tomboy moved her tongue about inside Diana's asshole, A soft 
moan came from Diana. Diana had tried not to respond to the soft 
probing tongue, vowing not to take pleasure from the Marine's 
humiliation. But the feeling of the tongue moving inside her 
still sensitive colon defeated her. Diana's face became flushed 
as Tomboy's tongue moved down to her unused cunt. She knew how 
embarrassing this was for the female Marine but could not help 
drawing some pleasure from the soft stimulation. At the 
General's orders, Tomboy kept licking her cunt until , to 
Diana's intense embarrassment, Diana's cunt began to lubricate 
itself. Diana shuddered, more in embarrassment than arousal, at 
her body's betrayal.

Tomboy had never had sex with another woman; she had never 
tasted another woman's secretions. But she instantly knew what 
it was when Diana's lubricants hit her tongue. Tomboy was as 
repelled by Diana's taste as she had been by that of the Iraqi's 
cum. She felt as if the other woman had betrayed her, that Diana 
was enjoying her degradation! 

Mercifully, the General pulled her face out of Diana's cunt. 
Ordering both of the women to stand, he pressed them together, 
Tomboy's front to Diana's back. Making Diana squat slightly, he 
tied Tomboy to Diana with a single piece of rope encircling the 
waists of both women. Then he ordered Diana to kneel on the 
floor, hoisting Tomboy off the floor and onto Diana's broad back 
and bound arms. By now, Tomboy had realized his intent; she 
kicked wildly with her legs to keep him away as Diana knelt 
impassively underneath her with her head on the cold concrete. 
Dodging her flying legs, the General caught each in turn and 
tied it to Diana's leg until Tomboy was helpless. She still 
struggled, trying to throw Diana on her back to protect herself; 
but the older, heavier woman held her fast. She called out to 
Diana for help,

" PLEASE, DON'T HELP HIM.......MOVE !!!!!!"

But Diana did not move. Impervious to another's pain after 
suffering so much of her own, she concentrated on staying on her 
knees and tried to close her mind to what was going to happen to 
Tomboy. The smaller woman's struggles grew even more frenzied as 
the General positioned himself behind her and began to probe 
Tomboy's asshole with his fingers. Slowly, he opened her tiny 
sphincter with his fingers, adding another each time he gained a 
few millimeters in his fight against her sphincter ring. As 
Tomboy screamed and struggled, he slowly opened her virgin 
asshole with his fingers.

" NO...PLEASEEE....PLEASEEE.....HELP ME..AAAHHHHEEEE"

Using his thumbs now, the General spread her sphincter open, 
stretching her painfully in preparation for penetrating her 
asshole with his cock. Helplessly anchored to the larger form of 
Diana, Tomboy could do nothing to protect herself as the General 
opened her asshole. He positioned the head of his cock at the 
small opening and pushed until the head lodged itself inside the 
woman's ass. Still pulling her sphincter apart with his thumbs, 
he leaned toward Tomboy's pale, feckled back and thrust as hard 
as he could.

" AAAHHHEEE!.... NOO.....PLEASEE..."

Firmly embedded inside her ass, the General shifted his grip to 
her hips; he pushed his cock into her impossibly tight asshole 
again as the sweat began to stream off his bare chest. Again and 
again, he pressed his cock into her until it was about half way 
into her ass. Then he stopped, pausing to savior the hot, tight 
asshole gripping his cock. 

As Tomboy took his cock into her ass, the Delta Force team was 
approaching the headquarters building. Almost invisible in their 
black uniforms and using night vision goggles to find their way 
in the darkness, the 16 men quickly surrounded the building. 
When they were in position, the team leader sent the GO message 
to the extraction force, letting them know that it was time to 
start the assault phase.

Ten kilometers away, the signal reached the commander of the 
attached attack helicopter battalion. He passed the GO signal on 
to his fifteen aircraft which were hovering around him like 
giant prehistoric insects and then pressed his throttle, making 
the 9 ton Apache helicopter leap forward toward the Iraqi 
headquarters. On his left was his wingman; Two thousand meters 
to his right were the other three aircraft of "A" company. At 
intervals of two thousand meters behind him were the other two 
companies of his battalion. Their mission was simple: open a 
corridor five thousand meters wide to the assault team for the 
extraction helicopters. All they had to do was shoot their way 
through about 20 anti-aircraft guns and a battalion of tanks 
protecting the headquarters. Piece of cake, the lieutenant 
colonel thought; with the thermal sights on these things we can 
see them and they can't see us. Just as long as we don't hover 
above any assholes with an RPG, everyone goes home.

Tomboy was impaled on the General's cock. She was trapped 
between his bulk and Diana's muscular back and arms, the ropes 
at her waist and feet holding her immoble. Tomboy's breasts were 
pressed into Diana's sweaty back as the woman's muscular arms 
enveloped their sides. Her face was also pressed into Diana's 
back , her tears and drool mixing with Diana's sweat to form a 
pool on the tanned skin of the older woman. The pain of the 
man's cock forcing its way into her virgin hole felt like a 
burning log being rammed up her ass. As the General forced his 
cock into her, he was chanting:

"CUNT...AMERICAN WHORE... SLUT... CUNT... BITCH..IMPERIALIST SLUT.. 
WHORE..."

Tomboy screamed from the pain engulfing her; but General 
Rashid's penis continued to penetrate her colon, filling her 
brain with waves of buring pain. He managed to force his entire 
cock into her tiny ass so that his pubic hair nestled against 
her pale skinned asscheeks. Then he began to fuck, sawing in and 
out of her tight passage. For Tomboy, the pain and humilation 
were overwhelming; for the General, the young woman's tight ass 
was sheer pleasure. It squeezed his cock like a hand would, 
gripping tighter as he thrust into her and releasing slightly as 
he withdrew his cock until only the head was still inside her. 
Harder and harder he rode the moaning redhead, making both her 
body and Diana's shake with the force of his thrusts. Fianlly, 
he could take no more of Tomboy's tightness. The General came, 
filling the captured pilot's asshole with his hot cum. He rested 
for a moment on the redhead's back. Then he got up and shakily 
walked around to Diana's head. Holding her head up by her hair, 
he presented his blood and shit stained cock to her and ordered:

" Now you will clean me ,whore ! Lick her shit off my cock!" 

Diana obeyed. Taking his filthy cock into her mouth, she began. 
As she licked and sucked on his cock, Diana could feel the sobs 
still shaking Tomboy's body. She concentrated on controlling her 
own revulsion at performing such a degrading task, painfully 
concious of the bloody, shit stained cock filling her mouth. 
When that cock suddenly disappeared from her mouth, Diana looked 
up in surprise. The General had stepped back and was loking in 
amazement at something behind her. Suddenly,three red splotches 
appeared on the man's chest. As Diana watched dumbfounded,the 
General stumbled backwards with a look of dumb shock on his 
face. He hit and then slid down the wall, leaving a trail of 
blood behind him. Diana froze motionless in fear. From behind 
her she heard a voice speaking in English -- American Army 
English.

"FUCK!! Hey, Captain, you gotta fuckin see this! The fuckin, 
raghead fuckers were having a fuckin party!"

EPILOGUE: Major Diana Barker made it back to Saudi Arabia safely 
though eleven of her rescuers did not. The story of what she had 
been doing when her rescuers arrived was hushed up except for 
the stories told in certain bars at Fort Bragg, Delta Force's 
home station. But network anchors don't drink at Fort Bragg. The 
media loved her story -- as she told it -- and made her the 
victim-hero of the war. She got her picture on the cover of Time 
Magazine and was famous for almost two weeks. Things turned out 
very well for her. She didn't even need the adult diapers 
anymore after a couple of months.  With her new fame, she lived
happily ever after.







From conwic@aol.com Fri Jun 13 19:16:28 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: REVISED: Female POW2 1/6 (M+/F,NC,rape,capture,military)
From: conwic@aol.com
Date: Fri, 13 Jun 1997 23:16:28 GMT
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DISCLAIMERS: This story includes descriptions of rape, bondage, and
torture. If descriptions of such activities offend you, DO NOT READ
THIS STORY!  If you are under twenty-one years of age, DO NOT READ
THIS STORY!  This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to actual
persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  This story may  be
reproduced and distributed electronically where the laws allow so long
as it is not changed in any way and authorship is acknowledged.  I
would like to thank those friends whose advice have helped me in
writing - and rewriting- this story.  I welcome comments and
suggestions from readers. All flames will be ignored.  

PROLOGUE: This story takes place in the Balkans in early 1998, as the
peace process continues to unravel, and the American forces prepare to
withdraw.    The result is the embolden of the Serbian factions
seeking a renewal of the war.  This story examines what happens when
two of the American women now serving as combatants in those forces
are caught in the middle of the developing conflict.
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   FEMALE POW 2  NIGHTMARE IN BOSNIA  part 1(REVISED)
                              by:   conwic@AOL.com

"That one looks like she will show some sport, eh Alexander.  Let's
see how far she gets."

As the two men watched from the sheltering smoke enveloping the looted
shell of what had been the town's largest house, a young woman, clad
in fashionably tight jeans and an expensive- and torn- T-shirt, bolted
from the front door of the adjoining house into the street like the
hunted animal she was.  Her lithe, leggy figure seemed to fly deerlike
across the cobblestones on her Nike running shoes  She crossed the
cobblestone street and had almost reached the beckoning alley when she
made the mistake of breaking stride to look back.  That was when the
swiftest of her pursuers caught her, throwing away his automatic rifle
to make a diving tackle.  In seconds, three other uniformed men had
reached the struggling pair.  One of these grabbed her arms, holding
them above her head, as the oldest man, their Sergeant, used his large
knife to cut away the already torn T-shirt, slicing through the now
soiled white of the shirt to expose her white lace bra.  The bra
disappeared next with a flick of his knife.  Her Levi's required a
longer struggle before the knife had them in shreds.  The young woman,
a pretty, short haired brunette of perhaps twenty, was left naked,
brutally stripped of her clothing except for her Nikes.  Nude, she
displayed a slim, well formed body just reaching womanhood, her skin
pale and translucent like the finest porcelain.  The terrified girl
was roughly forced onto her back as the men prepared to rape her under
the terse directions of their Sergeant.  One man stood by her head,
his booted feet pinning her slender arms to the cold cobblestones as
two of his companions grabbed her feet and forced open her long,
shapely legs to display her shaven vagina.  The trapped girl screamed
frantically, her small breasts shaking enticingly as she struggled
madly to free an arm or a leg.  A constant "NO!" streamed out of her
mouth as if she thought that words would protect her any more than the
possession of the right clothes had protected her.  Few words were
exchanged between the men as they pinned the girl for the coming rape;
they worked with an economy of words and motion born of frequent
practice.  There in the street, held spread eagle on the cold, muddy
cobblestones, the trembling girl- silent now- waited to be raped.
Above her the bearded, grinning Sergeant took his time shedding his
weapon and web gear; he enjoyed the sight of the woman's fear and
meant to prolong this moment.  Despite the muttered urgings of his men
to get on with it so they could have their turn, he lingered to play
with the terrified girl.  Opening his fly, he exposed his erect cock
to the shaking, crying girl, telling her that soon she would find out
what it felt like to be fucked by a real man...by a Serb.  

"GOD DAMN IT ZLATKO, YOU'RE SO SLOW IT WOULD SHAME THE DEVIL! FUCK THE
BITCH!  BUT KEEP HER TO TAKE BACK TO THE HOTEL. 

The Sergeant looked up in surprise at the words.  It took his eyes a
second to find the source of the voice in the smoke coming from the
burning houses.  Then he saw the tall, bearded figure clad in a
pressed camouflage uniform standing with his smaller bodyguard by the
corner of the burning building.  As always, the sight of the man's
cruel smile sent a jolt of fear through the Sergeant's usually dead
emotions.

"ARKAN!"

"Fuck her, Zlatko!  Do the little Moslem piglet.  NOW!"  

The Sergeant obeyed.  He ordered his men to spread her legs more,
painfully stretching them until her long, slim legs were almost
parallel with her hips.  Then, turning his fear of Arkan into a rage
directed at the helpless girl,  he fell upon her, forcing his way into
her, impaling her on his erect cock.  Once he had penetrated inside
her warm form, he supported himself upon his arms and concentrated all
his weight behind his cock's thrusts, pounding into the captive girl
as she screamed and cried beneath him.  In a moment he could feel her
open up, surrendering to his intimate invasion.  He sank deeper into
her, forgetting Arkan, forgetting even his cheering men, as he savored
the tight warmth of her vagina, slick with her warm blood.  The
bearded Sergeant locked eyes with the girl- stared down into her wide
open, pain ridden eyes- as he rode her.  He wanted to see her face as
he emptied himself into her, planted a Serb's seed in her belly.  It
took only seconds for him to reach that point; as he shot into her
womb, the Sergeant stared into her open anguished eyes  and laughed
into her horrified face.  Then he mockingly kissed her tear streaked
cheek and rolled off her trembling nude body.

The man the Sergeant had called Arkan watched the rape with obvious
pleasure.  He was the leader of this uniformed gang of which the four
rapists were a small part.  His name was Zelijko Aleksico, though he
was better known by his nom de guerre, Arkan.  Tall, heavy set, and
with a full, black beard, he was the perfect image of the mountain
hajduk, the traditional folk hero bandit from the centuries long wars
with the hated Turkish occupier.  But he was no simple mountain man
Born a scion of the old Communist elite of Yugoslav, he had been what
was then called an "economic criminal",  a business suited
blackmarketer, successful enough to be able to buy tolerance under the
old Communist regime until he had killed a policeman in a fit of
anger.  Then, calling himself a political refugee, Arkan had spent the
next 3 years in the Serb emigrant communities of western Europe and
the United States where he was still wanted for questioning about a
rape-murder.  Now, calling himself a Defender of Serbia, Arkan was the
terror of northern Bosnia.  With the break-up of Yugoslavia, he had
returned home to find his special talents in demand.  Under the
patronage of the secret police chief in Belgrade, he had been
encouraged to form a private army.  Using his criminal connections,
Arkan had recruited members of the Serbian underworld to play an
important role in Belgrade's war plan.  In the ethnic war against the
Croats and the Moslem Bosnians, these men were the cutting edge of the
effort to terrorize the non-Serbian populations into abandoning their
homes.  In return for carrying out Belgrade's policy of ethnic
cleansing, Arkan was allowed to take whatever he wished from the
refugees.  Cars, money, TV's, VCR's, jewelry, household appliances,
kitchen sinks, even copper wiring were all carted away by his men to
be sold in Belgrade or smuggled out of the country.  Arkan's share of
the loot had already made him one of the richest men in Serbia.  He
and his men also took women,  both for their own pleasure and as a
calculated method of terrorizing their traditional Moslem and Croat
enemies.  In the Balkans, rape was a weapon of  war; it was a weapon
for which Arkan had a particular passion.  

It was a passion which Arkan enjoyed indulging both personally and
vicariously.  At the moment he was content to vicariously enjoy the
young Moslem girl's rape.  As the now sated Sergeant withdrew, one of
the men holding the girl's legs took his place.  Arkan watched as this
man rutted atop the young short haired girl, covering her slender body
with his own bulk as he ground himself against her so that only the
girl's fine featured, boyish face was still visible.  For now Arkan
was content to savor the pain and humiliation on that face from a
distance.  He would, Arkan knew, have ample opportunity to inflict his
own tortures upon the young girl.  For Arkan operated one of the most
notorious of the Serbian rape camps in a hotel he had commandeered
from its Croatian owner, a rape camp which he kept full of captured
Croat and Moslem women even now despite the so called peace accord.
The camp and its women were in Arkan's mind the most satisfying of the
rewards the war had brought, better by far than the wealth the war had
brought him.  For Arkan the war had brought liberation from the
shackles of conventional society.  He no longer had to hide his
passion for rape and mayhem; now he could be proud of it.  For like
today's rape of this filthy Turski neprijatelj, everything he did, he
did for Serbia, as a Serb patriot fulfilling a centuries old mission
of vengeance.

Arkan was so proud of his deeds that he recorded his trail of blood
and tears for posterity.  He had as one of his hangers-on a young man
who before the war had been studying the cinema.  Equipped with a
video camera that had once belonged to an overly curious BBC stringer,
it was Demrtri's job to record the great things Arkan was doing for
his country.  It would, Demrtri repeatedly told his leader, make a
great movie.  At the moment, he was busy filming the girl's rape,
moving toward the girl for a close up of her terror filled face.  The
cameraman saw in her rape great art; in his mind it was the perfect
metaphor for Arkan's assault upon this nameless little village.  It
will be great cinema, he thought as he filmed the rape;  it will be a
visual assault on the senses worthy of a scene from his favorite
movie, Sergio Garone's masterpiece " Camp 5: a Hell for Women".  

As the second man rolled off the naked girl, the cameraman panned down
her body.  Starting at her tear streaked face, he moved the camera
down her bruised torso- the delicate skin of her breasts disfigured by
red bruises from the rough hands of her attackers- to her bare sex.
He focused the camera on the girl's red, exposed slit, the now gapping
cunt lips covered with the cum of her attackers.  The shot ended
prematurely as the third man took her, throwing the legs of the now
unresisting young woman over his shoulders and lifting her ass off the
ground.  Positioning her with only her shoulders resting on the cold
stones, he proceeded to pound his cock into her, hammering his way
into her womb.  The camera lovingly captured the feral expression on
the man's face as he raped the Moslem girl, an expression which was an
equal mixture of anger and happiness in another's suffering.  Demrtri
panned alternatively from the man's face to the girl's, juxtaposing
their emotions.  Her pain vied with his pleasure; her humiliation vied
with his shameful joy in her suffering.  This was, for the cameraman,
true cinema; no actors could duplicate this.  It was real.  Stepping
back, he opened the shot to include the stern figure of Arkan set
against the smoke and flames pouring from the looted house behind him,
showing him watching over the Moslem girl's rape like some ancient
Serbian god of vengeance!  

He returned to the girl as the fourth and final man mounted her, rode
her brutally, and then spent himself inside her, faithfully recording
every move as he had so often done in the past.  These men were his
usual subjects, members of Arkan's private militia, the men Arkan
called his  Tigers.  Officially they were the 11th Special Forces
Brigade of the rump army of the Krajina Serb Republic.  But the
":Special" in their title had nothing to do with any military skills.
They were ethnic cleansers rather than combat soldiers. They "fought"
the unarmed , the civilians, the helpless in Belgrade's ethnic war.
They did the jobs too dehumanizing for the soldiers of the makeshift
Bosnian Serb Army.  Jobs like this one.  And he was their chronicler,
their Homer.
*******************************************************************

For the one hundredth time, Navy Lieutenant (j.g.) Bobbie Malone
looked at her pilot calmly reading a magazine and wondered, "How does
she do it?".   This was a common enough thought for Bobbie to
entertain about her pilot and mentor, Lieutenant  Diedra Volksrye,
A.K.A. "the Valkyrie" to everyone in their F-14 squadron.  The older
woman was everything Bobbie wished that she was- big, confident, and
one of the boys.  But right now,  what Bobbie was wondering was how
she stood the smell.   She knew that the U.S. Navy had been feeding
its sailors boiled eggs and baked beans for Sunday breakfast since
John Paul Jones.  It was a tradition.  She just didn't understand why.
She thought that they would have figured out by now that such a
combination produces enough flatulence, what her male squadron mates
so quaintly called Sunday farts, to make this carrier, the U.S.S
Eisenhower, uninhabitable for normal people.  Spending her Sundays
cooped up in a ready room ripe with the smell of breakfast and half
washed male bodies was not what she had in mind when she signed up for
Naval ROTC 5 long years ago.  Exactly what, she wondered, had been my
reason for signing up- the white uniforms maybe?   

Her digression into ancient history ended as the squadron operations
officer for VF-142 entered the ready room and called for their
attention.  

"Good news Gentlemen...and ladies.  We have a Mission! "

Even Bobbie was happy to hear that they finally had something to break
the monotony of cruising  up and down off the Bosnian coast and
waiting.  For once, the room's aroma was forgotten.

" We know that Serbian forces of the so-called Republic of Serb
Krajina are preparing to attack a small Bosnian village near the key
town of Brcko, located here on the Sava River. These people are pretty
much the loose cannon these days.  With the withdrawal of U.S. troops
back into their camps, the Krajina Serbs have been attempting to
expand their area of influence to the south by taking on Croat and now
Bosnian Moslem forces.  The good news is that they are not thought- I
stress the word thought- to have any antiaircraft weapons beyond the
SA-7 shoulder fired missile and some 20mm  guns.  You should be safe
as long as you maintain at least 15,000 feet altitude above ground
level.  We have been given the mission of "deterring" the Serb attack.
We are to do this by flying  a photo recon mission over the fighting.
No bombs; just pictures.  Washington wants us to remind the Serbs that
we are watching, but they don't want to hurt anybody!  It is possible
that the photos will be used to plan a  later strike , though just
between us I won't count on it.  Valkyrie, since you're TARPS
qualified,  you'll fly the recon pod; Gumby and Goose will fly escort.
You are to let them get a good look at you as you do the flyover;
remind them that we are still here.  Just don't go below 15,000 feet
and use lots of flare countermeasures; those shoulder launched SAMS
can spoil your whole day!  The takeoff time is 1440  local. Brief-back
is at 1340 so you'll have two hours to plan.  Here is the target
folder.  Bad news folks.  No air-to -ground munitions will be carried
on this mission.  Air-to -ground now requires the CINC's approval to
even load. You get shot at; just grin and bear it.  You will have ARM
and air-to -air.  You still have the ability to use either at first
warning of hostile intent by a radar or - we should be so lucky- an
aerial target.  Any questions... OK, see you in two hours."

As the three named pilots crowded around the table, Bobbie stood back.
Her job was radar-intercept officer, operating the F-14's powerful
radar which was used to track other aircraft.  But since the various
sides in this nasty war lacked the aircraft necessary to challenge the
NATO air patrols, she really had nothing to do except tag along in the
backseat and watch.  Valkyrie would plan the flight, Bobbie decided;
she didn't need the help of a "nugget", a rookie on her first cruise. 

" Fuck !", Valkyrie exclaimed as she studied the map, " What fuckin
staff wennie wrote this?  We gotta  fly down a valley- under the cloud
cover- so we'll be right at or below 15,000....and us with nothing to
shoot back with!  To take a bunch of pictures nobody will ever look
at.  This is ridiculous!  Look at the approach here.  It looks like we
have to come in from the west in order to overfly the village."
 *********************************************************************

The village in question had drawn Arkan's attention simply by being
located at the foot of a hill which overlooked the town of Brcko, the
real prize.  Brcko itself was large for this area of Bosnia,
approximately 100 mostly stone buildings set along the road and the
river which traversed the valley together, as well as strategically
located.  It had changed hands several times during the war, most
recently when it was given back to the Bosnian Moslem side at the
American sponsored Dayton "Peace" Accord.  With possession of the
village and its heights, Arkan's Serbs would be in a position to
retake Brcko whenever they wished by merely positioning their
rudimentary artillery on the heights.  This was the pattern of warfare
in the Balkans- hold the high ground, and you hold the town.  The
populated areas were always in the fertile valleys, and there were
always too many hills overlooking the towns to be adequately defended
with the scant resources available.  The attacking side had only to
occupy one of the heights from which they could bring the town under
fire from heavy weapons firing over open sights into the dwellings,
leaving the defenders the choice of surrender or facing a slow house
by house destruction.  It was a war fought using the tactics of the
18th century with the cast off weapons of the 20th century.   On the
heights above Brcko, Arkan was already moving to place his
"artillery", a single 85mm antitank gun.  That one gun was quite
capable of destroying the entire town house by house from its hilltop
perch safely out of range of  the defenders' small arms.  Only a
similar gun, which the defenders did not possess, or the intervention
of American airpower could save the town once Arkan began the
bombardment.

Arkan had chosen this set of heights for his gun because of the
weakness of the village which controlled access to it.  The 50 or 60
residents of the village had trusted to the peace accords and the now
departed American garrison at nearby Brcko for their security.  They
numbered only a few armed men among the mostly related families living
there,  ex-soldiers of the Moslem militia who had kept their guns when
they returned home.  These men had been able to do nothing against the
sudden attack of the camouflage uniformed Serbs.  Appearing at dawn to
surround the village, the Serbs had called for the village's men to
surrender, threatening that they would throw grenades into the houses
if the men did not comply.  Hopelessly outnumbered and frantic to save
their families, the men had complied, only to be herded away for
eventual execution.  Once all possibility of resistance had
disappeared, Arkan's Tigers poured into the houses to loot as well as
rape whoever was unlucky enough to catch their fancy among the
frightened women and children.  When they finished, the village would
be put to the torch to ensure that no one- however foolhardy- could
come back, leaving an empty, burned out shell where a village had
stood for hundreds of years.  It was not easy work.  The Serbian
irregulars had prepared themselves for their task in the usual manner-
by drinking great quantities of slivovitz, the local plum brandy.
Even men such as these- men who were experienced in the savagery of
Balkan's warfare - needed to numb the mind and soul before they did
their patriotic duty.
***********************************************************************

A little over two hours later, Bobbie was strapped into the rear seat
of Valkyrie's F-14A+ as it moved toward Bosnia at a leisurely 425
knots.  Bobbie was always amazed at the age of the Navy's fleet of
F-14's; this one had been built the same year she was born, making it
23 years old.  With only fuel, a pair of sidewinder air-to -air
missiles under its wings, and the bulky TARPS pod with its three
cameras under its belly between the twin engines, the plane felt
unusually quick and maneuverable under Valkyrie's sensitive touch.
Bobbie could tell that Valkyrie was nervous about this flight since
she had brought along her Walkman and her lucky Wagner tape and was
playing it - thankfully at a low volume- over the intercom.  The sound
of the tape made Bobbie think of the stories that she had heard of
Valkyrie's first month in the squadron.  Valkyrie had been the first ,
and only, woman assigned to the squadron when she arrived a year ago.
To say she was unwelcome would be an understatement. The squadron wit
took one look at her Germanic name, her blonde hair, and her 6'
muscular build and dubbed her " theValkyrie".  The name stuck since it
fitted her " don't fuck with me, I'm bulletproof" attitude.  For a
joke, one male flyer got a tape of Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries"
and played it one day when she entered the ready room.  She loved it;
Valkyrie bought a recording of Wagner's entire 4 hour opera and began
playing it constantly, much to the annoyance of her squadron mates.
Compared to Bobbie's inability to gain acceptance in the squadron even
after two months, it had taken Valkyrie less than a week to make her
mark in the unit.  One night she appeared in the officers' club to
meet her date, a F-14 driver from another squadron.  Valkyrie had been
wearing her party clothes: a black leather miniskirt, black high
heels, black fishnet stockings, and a black blazer with nothing
apparently underneath the blazer but her.  One of the men from her
squadron, who had a little too much to drink, tried to hit on her.
When she ignored him, he put his hand on her ass to get her attention.
What he got was a hard blow to the chest with her elbow, followed by
Valkyrie grabbing him by his gonads. Then she lifted him up on his
tiptoes as she said, " You didn't say, may I?"  Bobbie knew that
Valkyrie lifted weights and could easily believe she could have picked
the man up by his privates if she had wanted to.  As she held him on
his tip toes, she smiled and said,  "Ask nice and maybe I'll grant you
a wish. What do you wish for, numbnuts?"  Bobbie had heard that the
male pilot didn't hesitate.  " Ughh, I'de like my balls back, please
ma'am... Lieutenant....Valkyrie?, ", he croaked.  After that, she had
been one of the boys; proof that her philosophy of " Grab em by the
balls and their hearts and minds will follow" did indeed work, at
least on aviators.  Bobbie figured that all Valkyrie's macho stuff was
part of the image which she had chosen for herself; that Valkyrie
really bought into the whole female Tom Cruise- Top Gun idea.  Bobbie
also figured that Valkyrie told her that story because Bobbie had been
having trouble being taken seriously by the male pilots.  She wished
she could be more like Valkyrie.  Still, Bobbie simply could not
imagine herself doing anything physical like that.  She didn't think
of herself as a whimp- after all she stood  5' 6" with an athletic
body from four years of college sports.  She had always been proud of
her body.  That is, until she joined the Navy and found herself
surrounded by 6 foot plus flyers.  Now she felt like a Lilliputian,
and it was beginning to depress her. Bobbie was not even sure any more
that she had what it took to be a Navy flyer.  She was cute, not
macho.  That is not, she knew,  a good thing to be in a Navy fighter
squadron.  When she had reported in two months ago as the second woman
in the squadron, the squadron leader had taken one look at her and
told Valkyrie to take her under her wing. She had heard him say to
Valkyrie that Bobbie reminded him of a deer caught in the headlights
of a Mack truck.  That was, Bobbie knew, depressingly accurate.
Valkyrie had done just as he ask, becoming a mentor, taskmaster, and
big sister to Bobbie.  She had even managed to stop the other pilots
when they tried to hang the callsign "Bambi" on Bobbie.  Bobbie found
that life under Valkyrie's wing was at least tolerable.  A month later
to Bobbie's intense discomfort, her life became even more complex.
She and Valkyrie became famous to the intense and unconcealed envy of
the male flyers.  A Newsweek reporter visiting the carrier had written
them up as the "beautiful, but deadly duo" in a feature article.  Now
they were one of the must see features of the ship, trotted out for
every visiting media hound and VIP tour that came to the Eisenhower,
leaving the male pilots seething.  Bobbie hated the whole thing.
Valkyrie on the other hand loved the attention.  She had a true
fighter pilot's ego.  Valkyrie even had her set speech which she used
on each gap jawed interviewer when they ask the inevitable question
about how she felt about combat.  Valkyrie would smile and start about
how her fangs were just as long as a man's and how she was just as
tough.  She was the one who did the talking while Bobbie kept quiet,
content to bask in the older woman's reflected confidence.  Bobbie
found that she liked being the sidekick; she liked having someone else
take charge of things.

There was just one thing wrong with their relationship.  Bobbie was
beginning to fall in love with Valkyrie.  Bobbie was uncomfortable
with this growing attraction; she had never had or wished to have a
sexual relationship with a woman.  But she could no longer deny her
desire for Valkyrie.  Being bunked together did not help.  Bobbie was
constantly and uncomfortably aware of Valkyrie's muscular but feminine
body , so close yet  impossible to touch.  For, as she knew, Valkyrie
was aggressively heterosexual.  Anything male that was  tall,
reasonably good-looking, and not assigned to VF-142 was fair game for
her trophy collection.  One night Bobbie had returned unexpectedly to
the quarters they had shared ashore to find Valkyrie having sex with a
man.  She had been embarrassed but could not look away.  From the half
open door Bobbie watched Valkyrie's sweaty, muscular, heavy breasted
body in action as she sat astride the reclining man.  She watched as
Valkyrie rode him, her hair flying, grunting and moaning as the man
roughly milked her breasts while she fucked him.  Valkyrie made love
with the same intensity that she threw into her flying.  She watched
the two fuck , oblivious to their surroundings, until the man appeared
to come.  Although Bobbie knew that Valkyrie must have had at least
one orgasm as she watched, she saw that her pilot was still
unsatisfied.  As she watched  in amazement, Valkyrie moved forward to
mount the man's face with her cum dripping pussy.  Despite the man's
muffled protests, Valkyrie covered his face with her dripping pussy
and begun riding it as she yelled at him to "finish it".  At that
point, Bobbie closed the door and withdrew, her knees weak with
desire.  Since then, the image of Valkyrie's sweaty body had haunted
her awake and asleep, though in her mind's eye it was her face that
Bobbie saw buried in Valkyrie's pussy, not the man's.  That image
always made her pussy dripping wet, just as it was doing now.

" Bobbie?   can you hear me?"

The intercom brought Bobbie back from her thoughts abruptly, " Roger,
sorry, Val.  What is it?"

"We're approaching the target.  Beginning descent.  Get ready to start
flare countermeasures; lets give em a real show."
************************************************************************

In the valley below, Arkan was growing nervous.  He did not fear
American or NATO retaliation for his attack on the tiny village.
Rather, he was afraid that the American airplanes would not come.  The
purpose of this attack was not just to lay the groundwork for an
offensive to capture Brcko and the surrounding land but to burn the
Americans' meddling fingers.  The attack was the lure to attract
their planes.  By destroying one or more planes, the Serb leadership
hoped to make the Americans and thus all of NATO reluctant to act
later in the summer when the Serbs began a major offensive aimed at
retaking the land they lost in 1995.  To that end, Arkan's patron in
Belgrade had arranged a surprise for the American flyers. He had
purchased a battery of four SA-8B, Gecko surface to air missile
launchers and the mercenaries to operate them from a corrupt general
of the imploding Russian military.  Unlike the older, larger SA-6
missiles which the Serbs had used to shot down an American F-16 in
June of 1995, these launchers had the capability to track their
targets optically, thus eliminating the tell-tale radar transmissions
which had identified the firing location, and thus which the side did
the firing. Since the SA-6 had never been fielded by the Army of
Yugoslavia, its use would be a complete surprise; with no radar
transmissions to detect, the Americans would be hard put to identify
what had happened to their plane and , more importantly, who was to
blame.  Having the ability to reach up to 18,000 feet and a speed of
mach 2, these missiles would be able to reach the hither-to-for
invulnerable American planes.  With two of the boat shaped launcher
vehicles at each end of the valley, Arkan had been assured by the
Russian operators that they would be able to hit any plane which came
below the winter cloud cover.

As Arkan tilted back his head to take a drink of slivovitz, a series
of lights in the sky caught his eye.  Flares, he thought; the
Americans are finally here.  He watched as the tiny plane, black
against the gray of the clouds, moved down the valley towards him,
dropping flares every few seconds to decoy  heat seeking missiles.  He
cursed,  thinking that if the missiles were not fired soon, the
Americans would escape.  To his relief, he saw two streaks of flame
appear behind and below the plane; the missiles were on their way.  By
the time the plane was overhead, the missiles had closed the gap.  One
veered to the right, decoyed by the flares at the last minute; the
other flew straight into the plane, detonating as it seemed to touch
the tail.  A bright ball of red, and then Arkan could see pieces
flying off the stricken plane.  As the nose wavered, he could see
another, dimmer flash as two tiny forms rocketed out of the plane
before it began it final short journey down.

"Alert the hunting teams"  He ordered the man next to him, " I want
those pilots."
***********************************************************************

The missile's explosion came as a complete surprise to Valkyrie.  She
had no warning alarm from her radar warning receiver nor had she seen
the missiles' smoke since they approached her plane from below and
behind.  It took only  a micro-second for her to realize that the F-14
was doomed and that she and Bobbie would share its fate unless they
ejected immediately. Without hesitation, she jerked the yellow, shovel
handle shaped ejection handle, sending both of them into the empty sky
above.  As the explosive device jolted her upward,  she prayed, "Oh
God...Oh God...OHHHH SHITTT!!! ".

Due to her low altitude, the separation of the ejection seat and the
opening of her parachute occurred almost as soon as she had cleared
the aircraft.  Things were happening so fast that she had no time to
think.  She lost sight of Bobbie as she concentrated on the side of
the hill which was fast approaching.  As she prepared herself for the
shock of landing, she saw an unwelcome sight.  A small truck was
approaching the edge of the field she was  headed for.  Valkyrie could
see the soldiers leaning out of the back pointing at her.  Stories of
what had happened to that female Air Force pilot who had been captured
by the Iraqis during the Gulf War came unbidden to her mind.  Valkyrie
swore that was not going to happen to her.  She would not be captured
and raped.  

Valkyrie hit hard but immediately gained her feet and began shucking
her parachute harness.  She saw that the truck had been stopped by the
stone wall at the edge of the field, but that the men inside, ten at
least, had dismounted and were running across the field toward her.
The nearest was only about fifty feet away with the others spreading
out in a line behind him.  Valkyrie knelt and brought her 9mm Beretta
pistol up from its holster.  Holding it in both hands, she fired eight
rapid shots into the approaching men.  Without waiting to see the
results, she turned and  ran toward the tree line a dozen feet away,
abandoning the chute and, more importantly, its attached survival
rucksack with twenty odd pounds of food, water, and survival
equipment.

Valkyrie crashed through the first few feet of the tree line, then
found a tiny game path running at an angle.  She took it, running as
hard as she could to put some distance between her and her pursuers.
There was still a light coat of snow on the ground , just enough to
leave footprints.  Though she saw this, Valkyrie had no choice but to
ignore the trail she was leaving;  there was no time for subtlety now.
She had to put some distance between her and the Serbs.  As she ran,
Valkyrie counted.  When she reached a hundred, she slowed and stepped
off the trail, burrowing under the thick branches of some sort of
evergreen until she thought she was hidden from view.  As she caught
her breath, she checked what equipment she had left; she found she had
a pistol- half empty- and the  contents of her survival vest: a short
range radio,  a  hand-held GPS, a med kit, six small flares, a
tourniquet - she hoped she won't need that!- and her blood chit, a
piece of cloth carrying a promise in Serbo-Croatian to pay fifteen
hundred dollars in gold to anyone returning the attached pilot to US
control.  Briefly, Valkyrie tried the radio, broadcasting  "Any
station, Chevy five-one"  repeatedly without receiving any response.
Though she knew that the radio was line of sight and as such
vulnerable to disruption by the surrounding hills,  the lack of
response left her with a tremendous sense of being alone.  As the
first burst of adrenaline subsided, Valkyrie felt  herself  slipping
into a feeling of  fatigue and the desire to rest which she knew was a
luxury she could not afford.  She forced herself up and began moving
again, this time avoiding the paths.  She moved painfully slow, taking
care to avoid making any noise by moving one foot at a time from bare
spot to bare spot as she listened for the sounds of men coming after
her. She had to get to higher ground where she could make contact with
her radio.
***********************************************************************

By the time the Sergeant had returned from the tree line, the rest of
the squad had gathered around the body of the man Valkyrie had killed.
The shared experiences of the  years spent together had effected even
these, the least sentimental of men. There was a cold anger in their
faces as they looked at the still body.  Their Sergeant, a policeman
in better days, welcomed it.  Having hunted men before, he knew the
difficulties which lay ahead; their anger would be useful if they were
to find this American killer.

" Get the flashlights from the truck.  We've got a long night ahead of
us."
************************************************************************

Bobbie had been blown clear of the aircraft along with Valkyrie, but
the peculiarities of the wind had forced her away from Valkyrie and
into the valley.  As she descended, Bobbie could see men on a knoll
about half a mile to her  right but there was no sign of Valkyrie.
Ahead she saw a weed covered field, her landing area.  The field was ,
fortunately, empty when she landed, allowing her to roll up and hide
her chute and then take shelter among the bushes in a small stream
beside the field. She was very frightened; to her disgust Bobbie
realized that she had pissed in her pants during the ejection.  Now
they began to bind underneath her flight suit, a constant reminder of
her fear.  Bobbie felt as though she were living a bad dream.  She
could not believe that this was real.  Without Valkyrie, she felt lost
and hopeless!  Suddenly, she heard the sound of men approaching from
upstream.  Briefly, Bobbie considered fighting, but rejected the idea
almost immediately.  What effect, she reasoned, could my pistol have
against men armed with assault rifles?  Resigning herself to
surrender, Bobbie felt a surge of hope when the men came into sight.
They were in civilian clothes, and they did not look like any of the
pictures of Serbs she had ever seen.  They were slight, dark skinned
and heavily bearded- almost middle eastern in appearance.  She didn't
even care who they were, so long as they weren't Serbs.  Holding both
hands above her head, she stepped up to the field and called to them
as she waved her blood chit over her head.

" Help!  I'm an American flyer.  Can you help me?"

The first man jumped as she appeared and leveled his weapon at her but
did not fire.  In a moment there were three men clustered around her
with others hiding in the brush to cover them. Bobbie could not
understand either the rapid fire sentences they exchanged with each
other or the slow, halting words in a different language which one of
them addressed to her.  The men had examined her chit but, to Bobbie's
confusion, obviously could not read it  She took off  her helmet to
reveal her short- but clearly feminine- brunette hair, pointed to
herself, and repeatedly said with a smile, "American". 

This produced an immediate response, though not the one she had hoped
for.  The man who had been trying to speak to her thrust his weapon
into her face as he screamed orders to the others.  In a moment, she
had her pistol taken from its holster and her hands were tied behind
her back.  When that was done, the man who had been holding his weapon
on her stepped closer and grabbed her by the hair.

" Great Satan", he spat, as he slapped her across the face with the
flat of his hand.  Then, apparently having exhausted his English, he
unloosed a torrent of  foreign words of which Bobbie understood three,
" Allah Ahkbar" the Moslem affirmation that God is Great and
"Infidel!".

Oh shit, thought Bobbie, Mujahideen.  She knew that there were
fundamentalist Islamic volunteers from Iran and even Afghanistan
fighting with the Bosnian side, and that their numbers had grown with
the breakdown of the peace accords. She also knew that they were
rabidly anti-American.  But she had never expected to meet one!

"Please, we're on the same side.  We're both fighting the Serbs.",
Bobbie argued weakly, bringing her another powerful slap.  She could
only watch as three of the men argued heatedly, presumably about her.
She could see that two of them were looking at her hungrily, eyeing
her breasts which the rope bindings were forcing forward invitingly if
involuntarily.  She felt very exposed and helpless now; fearful that
these men were going to rape her. The fear began to grow inside her,
an icy ball in the pit of her stomach. "Please, please no", she begged
as one of the men began to stroke her face and hair.  As he stroked
her, the third man spat into the dirt and walked away from the other
two.  He gathered the bulk of the waiting men and rapidly left.  She
was,  Bobbie realized, on her own.

The two men were joined by three more men who had stayed when the
others left.  The men half carried her to the edge of the field where
a single large tree stood.  As Bobbie cried and begged them not to
hurt her, the men laughed among themselves.  When they reached the
tree, the men forced her down onto the ground and held her down as
they untied her and began stripping her.  They stripped her of the
survival vest without difficulty but  found the rubberized G-suit to
be a problem.  Two of them brought out their oddly curved knives and
slashed it free while two other men held the screaming Bobbie down.
Her flight suit was simpler; they unzipped it and pulled it off,
leaving the struggling young brunette in her boots and long underwear.


" NO!  LEAVE ME ALONE!!!.......ARRHHH....NO!!"

The knives came back out as a terrorized Bobbie watched, fearful that
they were going to cut her as well as the underwear.  In a moment, she
was nude except for her combat boots and panties,  the bra being cut
away with the underwear.  The cold hit her for the first time, raising
goosebumps and causing her nipples to be come erect.  One of the men
began to caress them, pinching and rolling the plump red nubs as she
lay on the cold ground.  

"HELPPP....NO!....AHHHHH......DON'T!......PLEASEEE"

Under the leader's  direction, one of the men retied her hands behind
her back while another began cutting lengths of rusty barbed wire from
a nearby fence.  Bobbie froze in fear as that man approached her with
the lengths of barbed wire.  She was afraid they were going to hang
her!  Instead, two of the men held up her feet as the other man
wrapped one end of a strand around each boot and tied the other ends
to the large limb above her.  Bobbie was left with her legs spread in
a wide V, her ass a foot off the ground, and her weight resting on her
shoulders and bound arms.  Suddenly, she understood; they meant to
rape her, not hang her! While she was not a virgin, Bobbie was
inexperienced in sex. She had intercourse with only one man in her 23
years; he had been her boyfriend in college, and she had really
expected to spent the rest of her life with him.  The thought of five
men using her sexually against her will terrified the young Naval
officer.  In all her life, no one had ever hurt her physically; the
thought of being raped sent shivers through her !

" UMMPPPHHHEEEEEEEEE!.........NOOOMPHEEE!" 
***********************************************************************

When he saw Bobbie's parachute pass his position on the heights, the
half drunk Arkan suddenly decided that he would be the one to capture
the American airman.  And he would have his man film it; it would be a
great scene for his movie.  Gathering his cameraman and his ever
present bodyguard Alexander, he set off in his land rover followed by
a dozen of his Tigers in a truck.  After some confusion, he arrived at
the area of the field where Bobbie had landed.  Dismounting, he heard
screams and recognized that they were in English in which he had some
fluency as a result of his enforced exile. Arkan had by now sobered
enough to recognize danger. He sent a man ahead to see what was
happening.  The man returned with a confusing tale of five Moslem
fighters struggling with a boyish brunette haired girl in the next
field.  Arkan returned with the man to a point where he could see the
Moslems and their victim.  It took him a moment before he realized
that the girl must be the American flyer he had come to capture. Women
pilots, he thought, American foolishness!  The Moslems, he noted,  had
laid aside their weapons and were too busy with her to watch their
rear; it would be easy to surprise them.  But before he gave the order
, a better idea came to him.  He sent back for his cameraman.  

"Demrtri, can you film that?" he ask, referring to the cluster of men
attacking Bobbie.   "Film it so that you can see the face of the girl
and the faces of the men raping her?"

" Yes, Boss.  I can do that"
************************************************************************

Frantically, she struggled, shaking her head and screaming "NO"!  The
leader of the Mujahideen stood between her legs, caressing her.  He
smiled evilly at her as he ripped her panties away and used them to
stop her screams, forcing her own piss soaked panties into her mouth
to gag her.  Bobbie had never felt so exposed and helpless as at that
moment.  With surprising gentleness, he traced his finger over her
sparse cunt hair and to the delicate, pink lips of her cunt.  The look
of fascination on his face would have amused Bobbie if she had not
been frightened half out of her mind.  He began to probe her cunt with
increasing roughness, pulling painfully on the tender cunt lips and
spreading them uncomfortably.  He said something in a hushed tone and
the others all laughed.  Immediately, he became rougher, forcing two
fingers into Bobbie's almost virgin cunt.  His penetration was a shock
to the young woman; it was also very painful.  Bobbie tried to be
brave as he explored her pussy but could not stop a whimper as he
penetrated her.  As he smiled at her whimper, Bobbie realized how much
this man was enjoying hurting her.  Immediately, he pushed another
finger into her and pressed deeper inside her unlubricated, unprepared
cunt.  Then with another evil smile, he withdrew his fingers, stood
up, and began to unfastened his pants.  He withdrew a large
uncircumcised cock which he displayed to her as his companions
cheered.  He knelt  between her legs, and without any preparation
began to force himself into her dry cunt. Bobbie felt as if he were
tearing her open as he forced himself into her unlubricated cunt. She
frantically looked around her for someone to help her but could see
only the grinning faces of the other four Mujahideen.  The leader
forced himself deeper into her as she struggled futility against his
cruel cock.  The pain burned its way down her body to her brain as she
hung suspended head down from the tree limb. Bobbie felt as if he were
ripping her apart, but there was nothing she could do to stop him. She
tried to scream out her pain at his penetration.  Never had she been
so stretched.  Tears rolled out of her open eyes and down her cheeks
to the ground as she looked pleadingly up into the smiling, bearded
face of her rapist.  Bobbie choked back another whimper; she would not
give the man the satisfaction of hearing it.  But she could not stop
the whimpers and moans which escaped her gagged mouth as he forced
himself deeper inside her, stretching her painfully.  Soon, he had
penetrated as far into her as she thought he could possibly go; his
wiry black cock hair mixed with her soft brunette vee.  Bobbie could
hardly breath; it was as if his cock was completely filling her and
leaving no room for air.  Pleading with her eyes, Bobbie begged him to
stop hurting her; he only stared gloatingly back at her.  He gripped
her legs and began to pump in and out of her cunt.  He fucked her
brutally.  Bobbie's body jerked with each of his powerful thrusts,
pushing her back with the force of his thrusts and then pulling her
hips toward him again as he withdrew.  Then he would slam into her now
open cunt again, painfully rubbing her shoulders back and forth in the
dirt. One of the other Mujahideen was running his hands over her
bouncing breasts, squeezing the soft breast flesh, twisting the
sensitive nipples painfully as his leader fucked her. Bobbie thought
he was trying to lift her up by her nipples as he grasp each one in
his fingers and pulled.  As she was fucked ,Bobbie moaned and
whimpered, tears streaming from her eyes.  Val, she thought, where are
you?  

The leader of the Mujahideen continued to fuck her as she hung there
helpless, suspended by her feet from the tree limb.  Her awkward
position allowed him easy access to her cunt, which he took advantage
of to drive his cock into her with great force. The head of his cock
was soon battering against her cervix as he forced himself into her
sore, abused cunt.  Bobbie had never experienced such a deep
penetration.  She was sure that the man was tearing her apart inside;
that he would kill her if he continued.  But, there was nothing she
could do except lie there helplessly.  She could feel her cervix
opening under his brutal assaults.  It seemed to her as if the man was
going to impale her on his cock; that it was going to keep penetrating
her until the head came out her mouth!

The bearded man fucking Bobbie could hardly believe the tightness of
the woman's cunt.  It seemed to grip his cock like a fist, massaging
it as he thrust in and out.  He stared at the girl's slender but firm
body as it moved sensuously in response to his thrusts.   He savored
the way her athletic body fought his penetration in a futile attempt
to try to deny him his rightful pleasure.  To his mind the woman was a
Western whore, a true descendant of Lilith the tempter of Adam, with
her shameless display of her face and body.  She, like all the other
women he had seen in this country of Infidels, had no idea of what a
woman should be.  She deserved this, he thought; it was a fitting way
to deal with any woman who defied God's commandments and fought
against men.  He would show her; he would show all those shameless
Western women who had tempted him with their filthy lust.  Angrily, he
pulled the gag from her mouth.  He was determined to break her, to
hear her scream for mercy and then to show her none.  He gripped her
thighs, feeling the muscles under the soft skin, as he pulled her cunt
towards him to meet his thrust.  He fucked her brutally, determined to
break her will with his cock, to hear her scream.  That she would not
do so enraged him.  Her moans were not enough.  Repeatedly, he thrust
into her with all his might, using his rock hard cock like a weapon to
subdue the infidel.  Around him, the other members of his band of man-
hunters cheered him on as they  stroked their cocks at the sight of
the young woman being beaten into the ground by their leaders cock.
Finally, he succeeded in forcing the scream he wanted out of Bobbie.

"NOOO!.......PLEASEE STOP....YOU'RE HURTING ME!..AAHHHHHH!"

 It was the scream plus the sight of  her pleading face and its tears
which drove him over the edge.  He thrust himself into her one more
time and then held himself inside her as he filled  her womb with his
hot, white cum. Then he withdrew and allowed the next man to enter
her.  He felt a great sense of pleasure at dominating the Western
whore.  He would take equal pleasure watching his men take the infidel
woman; he wanted to watch her face as his men raped her.

Bobbie felt the man's cum burning deep inside her; then she felt an
emptiness as the man withdrew.  Immediately, that feeling was replaced
by the fullness of another hard cock.  This time the pain was not as
great; the cum from the first man was acting as a lubricant.  She
looked up to see another bearded, grinning face looking down at her.
Bobbie was beginning to slip into a state of shock from the brutal
assault.  She closed her eyes and tried to close her mind to the
pounding of his cock against her sore cunt. The second man was
fucking Bobbie with the same brutal force as the first man.  Bobbie
felt so degraded, so dirty, that she could not stand it.  She wanted
only to die.  She turned her face to the mud and screamed in her mind,
Val, somebody, where are you? Somebody help me!
**********************************************************************
The cameraman was sweating heavily as he followed the rape of the
American woman through his eyepiece, filming everything.  He could see
her nude body clearly as she struggled against her bonds: her small
but perfectly formed breasts moving wildly as she fought, her long,
smooth legs flexing against the barbed wire ties, and her delicious
ass hanging a foot off the ground.  Her face was occasionally visible
as it turned first to one side then to the other.  He thought she was
pretty, particularly with that short mop of dark hair. He just hoped
he would have the chance to fuck her like those filthy ragheads were
doing.  For now, he concentrated on following the action in his
viewfinder.

The second man had entered the helpless woman, kneeling  hunched over
her suspended body with his bare buttocks working to and fro. The
young woman's body was moving in response, back and forth as if it
were on a swing.  He shifted his camera to her head as the man who had
just raped her knelt beside her face and whipped his blood and cum
covered cock across the crying girl's face.  The camera caught it
perfectly, even recording the smears of cum and blood left on her
smooth cheeks.
**********************************************************************

Bobbie was brought back to reality by a sharp pain as the man fucking
her changed his angle to hit a different part of her uterus.  She
opened her eyes to see the Mujahideen leader standing over her smiling
his evil grin as he watched his men using her.  The second man used
her as brutally as the first one had, pounding into her with all his
strength as if to stab her to death with his cock.   When he had spent
himself inside her, another took his place. They began to run together
in her mind. As soon as one would finish , another would take his
place; all of them fucked her with equal brutality. Man after man used
her, fucking Bobbie's increasingly cum filled cunt. The soft pink lips
of her virginal cunt were now red and swollen from the brutal pounding
they had received.  The man cum dripped out of her distended cunt to
coat her asscheeks and anus with its white scum.  Despite the cold,
Bobbie's taunt body was shiny with her sweat as a result of her
constant struggles to escape the cocks invading her body. She could
hardly breath.  The men fucking her were literally knocking the breath
out of her with their thrusts.
************************************************************************

From approximately fifty meters away, Arkan and his cameraman watched
the rape.  He had sent some of his men around to the Moslem's rear
where they awaited his signal.  Still, Arkan waited as if transfixed
as they watched four of the men complete their rape of Bobbie.   The
Cameraman was recording it all: the moaning, struggling woman, the
laughing men standing over her, and the brutal thrusts of the kneeling
man.

Through his viewfinder, the cameraman could see the cum covering
Bobbie's crotch area.  The whitish film covered her cunt lips and was
now dripping down towards her asshole. The soft cunt hairs above her
crotch were saturated in the same stuff, leaving them matted and awash
in the men's cum.  He shifted back to her face to record the agony
evident there as she endured the vicious gang rape.  Bobbie's face was
turned toward the camera, allowing it to film the tears streaking down
her cum stained face and record the silent screams now pouring from
her mouth.
***********************************************************************
By now, Bobbie had lost count of the times they had fucked her.  Her
pussy was one solid mass of pain from the pounding she had received.
Nor did it recede as man after man fucked her.  Instead, the pain
built with each new attacker.  Throughout it all, she could do nothing
except sob, helplessly shaking her head "no" as the men used her
brutally.  By now, all five of the Mujahideen had used her. But the
leader was not satisfied.  Breaking off a slender, flexible branch
from the tree, he stood over her swishing it through the air as he
ordered two of the men to take off their belts and use them on the
bound young Naval officer. As he concentrated  on her breasts, the
other two men used their thick, leather belts on her cum covered
asscheeks.  Now Bobbie's screams took on a new, full bodied quality as
the switch landed across her sensitive nipples.  As the thin red lines
appeared across her untanned breast flesh, the two men with the belts
were turning her asscheeks a bright red.  As they whipped the young
woman, their cocks began to harden again, stimulated by the cries
pouring forth from Bobbie.  Again and again Bobbie screamed out for
them to stop, begging, pleading, promising anything if they would just
stop.

" AAHHHHH!...  I BEG YOU...I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANTEEE..STOP!"

But her cries were neither understood nor heeded. Instead they were
savored by the leader of the Mujahideen as he shifted his blows from
the young woman's breasts to the cum covered area between her legs.
With the first blow falling across her swollen cunt lips, Bobbie
thought that she would go crazy with the pain.  Her body spasmed as
she tried  vainly to bring her bound legs together to protect her much
abused sex. Then after six incredibly painful blows, the switch
shifted back to her already whipped breasts.  Then  
she felt the belts stop, leaving her ass almost numb.  Next, she felt
a man's fingers probing her whip swollen asshole. Slowly, painfully;
he inserted the finger into her virgin asshole. She raised her head
painfully to see the leader of the Mujahideen kneeling between her
spread legs. Bobbie's moans increased in intensity as he penetrated
her, mixing with the weak screams when the switch fell across her
abused breasts. He withdrew his fingers and collected cum from the
river flowing out of her abused cunt, using it to lubricate his cock.
Then he pressed the head of his cock into her anal ring, pushing into
the puckered, star shaped sphincter until it disappeared into a wide,
smooth O around his cock.  As he forced himself into her bruised ass,
he watched Bobbie's face, savoring the look of pain in her eyes.  Her
voice failed her, reducing her screams to weak moans.  The leader
forced his cock into her tight asshole as Bobbie fought with the last
of her waning strength to keep him out.  But she could not; his anger
and desire were too great.   Deeper and deeper he sank into her as the
others watched, too absorbed to do more than occasionally lash her
breasts with their switch or belts.  They watched and stroked
themselves as they thought about how they would take her in the ass
when their turn came.  Their leader began to fuck her ass, thrusting
in brutally to fill Bobbie's asshole totally with his cock.  To
Bobbie, every movement was torture; each time he penetrated deep into
her ass, she would involuntarily clench her muscles.  This spasm sent
a new wave of pain through her while it pleasurably squeezed the cock
of her anal rapist. Deeper and deeper he drove into her ass.  It felt
to Bobbie as if a burning brand was being forced up her ass rather
than a cock.  The pain and the humiliation seemed unbearable to the
young flyer.

Suddenly, the man raping Bobbie's ass collapsed onto her , his head
falling forward onto her breasts.  A millisecond later, Bobbie heard
the shot. This shot was followed by a dozen others before the sound of
the first had died.  There was silence followed by more shots. Bobbie
could see the bodies of three of her attackers lying around her but
nothing else from her inverted position.  Thank God, she thought,
they've come for me!  It seemed an eternity before she heard the
approach of feet. As she waited fearfully, the weight of the man atop
her suffocated her as she was forced to endure the sticky, wet warm
feeling of the man's blood flowing onto her stomach.  Then she saw a
huge, bearded man standing between her legs, smiling down at her. 

"I've come to help you.  I am a friend" 
**********************************************************************
                              END PART 1 OF 6





From conwic@aol.com Fri Jun 13 19:21:28 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: REVISED: Female POW2 2/6 (M+/FF,NC,rape,capture,torture,bondage,military)
From: conwic@aol.com
Date: Fri, 13 Jun 1997 23:21:28 GMT
--------

DISCLAIMERS: This story includes descriptions of rape, torture, and
bondage. If descriptions of such activities offend you, DO NOT READ
THIS STORY! If you are under twenty-one years of age, DO NOT READ THIS
STORY!  This is a work of fiction.   any resemblance to actual
persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story may be
reproduced and distributed electronically where the law allows as long
as it is not changed in any way and authorship is acknowledged.
Comments and suggestions from readers are appreciated.  All flames
will be ignored.
************************************************************************

     FEMALE POW2: NIGHTMARE IN BOSNIA   Part 2(REVISED)
                       By conwic@aol.com


"Please...get him off  ME", cried a nearly hysterical Bobbie,
referring to the dead body of the Muhajideen leader lying over her.

"Certainly, young lady", replied Arkan smoothly as he bent to grab the
man's body, " I am so sorry that this happened.  We saw the Moslem
swine shot your plane down and came as quickly as we could to help
you.  We must work quickly; where is your pilot?  Is he all right?"

"Valkyrie?", said the shaken Bobbie, " Oh my God!  I don't know what
happened to her?"

A thoroughly confused Arkan looked up, still holding the bloody corpse
of the Moslem leader.  " Her?...  The American pilot is a HER?", he
exclaimed.   Despite his guise as the noble rescuer, Arkan could not
help smiling ferally at the thought of two American women literally
falling into his hands. Since he recovered rapidly, his lapse went
unnoticed; Bobbie was too shaken and too happy to be rescued from the
Muhajideen gang rape to be looking closely at who had rescued her or
why.

" We must find her.  They will be after her too!  You must help us
find her before something terrible like this happens to her!"

" The radio!", exclaimed Bobbie through her sobs, " I forgot about the
radio.  Maybe we can reach her on it.  Its in my vest somewhere around
here.  They threw it on the ground when they .....attacked me."
************************************************************************

Valkyrie had by this time reached the top of a small knoll.  With an
unhindered line of sight, her hand held survival radio was able to
reach Goose, still circling his F-14  overhead.  Because of the cloud
cover, neither he nor Gumby had seen what or who had downed her plane.
They had been forced to circle helplessly overhead, waiting for some
word after they had lost contact with Valkyrie's F-14.  They had been
within five minutes of leaving, their fuel barely enough for the trip
back to the carrier when they heard Valkyrie's voice.

Valkyrie could only tell them that there had been no warning on the
radar receiver and that she had seen nothing. She also told them about
the men who had come after her.  Her voice choked as she told her
squadron mates that she did not know what had happened to Bobbie,
hoping that they might have heard from her via her survival radio.
Goose's laconic, " Negative, Chevy one" cut through her like a knife.
She had grown so close to the younger woman.  
***********************************************************************

"That's her.  That's Valkyrie.  She's alive." exclaimed Bobbie happily
as she heard Goose's reply.  Though they could not hear Valkyrie
because of the intervening terrain, the meaning of the transmission
was clear to Arkan; the woman pilot was alive and in contact with her
comrades. She would, he feared, be rescued before he could get to her.
The next transmission calmed his fears.

"Negative, Chevy one.  Mother says that you are to proceed to the
preplanned PUP. A TARP will extract you there.  I say again, since we
do not know what got you, Mother will not authorize pick up at your
current location.  There will be a bird overhead to monitor this
frequency.  Do you Roger?"

There was a brief burst of static, then the voice returned, " Roger,
Chevy one.....sorry, Valkyrie.  You're on your own until then.  Good
luck.  Out"

Bobbie reached for her radio which Arkan was holding.  " Please, let
me tell them I'm OK.", she asked.  Bobbie was wearing her flight suit
now, the only part of her clothing besides her combat boots which had
survived the attack upon her.  Having her clothes back made her feel
at lot better, though the sticky feeling of the men's cum inside her
cunt and slowly dribbling out of her onto her legs gave her a feeling
of being unclean. Nor did she like the looks of the men around her
except for their leader; she felt safe around him.

But Arkan held onto the radio.  " Later perhaps.  My superiors may
want to make the announcement.  You understand, don't you?  First,
what did he mean about "Mother" telling her to "PUP"?  What is a
"TARP"?  It is important we get to your friend quickly.  You do not
want her to be captured and attacked like you were, do you?"

Still trusting in the man who had saved her, Bobbie answered without
thinking, " No, of course not.  "Mother" means the higher
headquarters,  the Carrier we are from, the Eisenhower.  A "PUP is a
pick up point, a place to hide near an open area where a helicopter
can land.  Our PUP is in the next valley.  The TARP is a team of
Marines with helicopter gunships to secure the area."

" I see!.  Tell me where this "PUP" is.  We'll pick up your friend
there so she'll be safe.  We'll surprise her, hmm."
************************************************************************
Valkyrie had just finished talking to the aircraft when she saw the
lights below her, moving towards her like fireflies in the growing
twilight. She could see half a dozen lights moving through the trees
in a line, obviously searching for something. My footprints, she
thought; they're following my tracks in the snow. She looked to the
West, toward the location of her pick up point.  The sheer side of a
cliff loomed between her and the next valley; she would have to move
around it and then over the mountain to reach her pick up point. With
a sense of urgency, Valkyrie moved down the side of the knoll, taking
care to stay within the wooded fringe.  She did what she could to make
it harder to track her, but she realized that she did not have the
time to be clever.  She had to use the waning light to get some
distance between her and her unknown pursuers. 

Valkyrie was growing colder now as the sun disappeared.  Her flight
suit and long underwear were little protection against a Balkan winter
night, even in March.  The temperature was freezing now, she thought,
it would be zero or below by dawn.  She would have to keep moving or
freeze.  As she moved  into the low ground, Valkyrie choose to move to
her left, uphill, to go around the cliff.  Her mind was racing, trying
to remember something- anything- from her training which could help
her now.  What she remembered was a scene from an old John Wayne
Western she had seen a dozen times as a kid.  She would use the
mountain stream running in front of the cliff to cover her tracks,
just like the Duke. She carefully laid a false trail past the stream
and then walked backwards to the stream by stepping in her own
footsteps, silently praying  that whoever was after her was not a fan
of the Duke's movies.  The water was brutally cold; but it was, she
knew, the only way she could avoid leaving tracks for her pursuers to
use against her.  As the dark engulfed her, Valkyrie fought her way up
the stream.  Frequently, she stumbled on rocks until she was soaked to
the waist, letting the cold further sap her strength.  Branches from
the banks of the stream racked her face.  Only her will and the fear
of what capture would mean kept her going.  Her lower body was soaked;
her upper body was covered with sweat from her struggles. She paused
every now and then to drink a little of the water to quiet the
growling in her stomach.  She had no food; that had been abandon with
her parachute.  Her feet had grown numb from the cold water, her legs
were leaden from the ordeal of struggling up hill over the rocky
stream bed.  Still, she persisted until there was no more stream.
Then, too cold to risk the luxury of rest without shelter, she forced
herself upward to the crest of the ridge.  Below her in the darkness
was, she knew, the valley where she was to be rescued. She checked her
position with her hand held GPS and got an azimuth to the pick up
point.  Carefully, she began to pick her way down the rocky slope in
total darkness.  The thought of rescue was all that kept her putting
one foot in front of another.  After the events of the last ten hours,
a flyer with less will power would have long ago given up to the cold
and the fatigue.  Slowly, she made her way down the mountain side.
The gnawing in her stomach was growing painful now, but Valkyrie knew
that it was her constant shivering that was the greater problem. She
knew that she had to get something to eat to starve off hypothermia
from her prolonged exposure to the cold water.  As dawn appeared,
Valkyrie saw a barn like building at the edge of the woods she was
using for cover. Her need drove Valkyrie to risk entering the
building.  Cautiously, she explored the empty barn, her pistol ready.
She found nothing eatable until she opened a small storage area beside
the cattle pens.  There she found a small pile of half rotten turnips,
cattle feed in this part of  the world.  Valkyrie stared at them with
disgust for a moment; then with a resigned sigh picked one up and bit
into it.  The mushy, bitter taste of the half rotten, frozen turnip
filled her mouth, but Valkyrie forced herself to keep chewing. She
choked down the pungent, earthy mess and forced herself to take
another bite.  It took all her will power to finish that raw turnip.
It took just as much to pick up the next one.

***********************************************************************

Arkan smiled and said, "Thank you Lt. Malone.  No, that is too formal;
I shall call you Bobbie.  You have been very helpful.  Particularly, I
found what you said about your friend, Valkyrie, to be very
interesting.  She sounds like a remarkable woman.  I shall enjoy
meeting her. We will meet your friend at this PUP of your's.  Now,...
there is one more thing I want you to do.  Face the car window,
Bobbie."

Bobbie looked at her rescuer without understanding.  It took her a
moment to realize that he was holding a pistol, pointing directly at
her.

"Wa ..What are you doing?....I don't understand."

" FACE THE WINDOW!   You silly whore, the Moslem's didn't shoot you
down; my men did!  You Americans are so naive.  You go around the
world pushing people around, and then you are surprised because
everyone hates you.  FACE THE WINDOW!"

Still not comprehending, Bobbie turned to the window of the land
rover's backseat.  Arkan roughly took her arms and handcuffed them
behind her back with cuffs the grinning guard in the front seat handed
him. Then he jerked her around to face him.  Putting up the gun, he
opened the zipper on Bobbie's flight suit to expose the bare skin
underneath.  Grinning widely, he pushed the flaps of the suit aside to
free her small, pert breasts.  He stroked them softly until the red
nubs of her nipples were erect.  Bobbie cringed under his touch.

"Pleaseee....don't do this to me.....please don't.", Bobbie begged.
The shock of having Arkan betray her, coming so soon after the ordeal
of her gang rape, overwhelmed the young flyer's will to resist.  She
felt paralyzed, totally helpless to resist him.

"I am going to show you something, my little American aviator.  A
little trick I like to use to get a woman's attention."

Arkan took a piece of nylon fishing line out of his pocket and laid it
over his lap.  With a few rapid movements of his hands he tied one end
into a tiny noose.  Then, his eyes still fixed on Bobbie's, he did the
same to the other end.  As Bobbie sat there transfixed, he looped one
of the tiny nooses over her right nipple and gently tightened it until
Bobbie gave a little gasp.  He repeated the process on her left nipple
with the other end of the almost invisible line.  Bobbie was so
terribly frightened; she was unable to even breath.  Holding the line,
each hand a few inches from Bobbie's now elongated nipple, Arkan
pulled slowly, drawing her forward and off the seat as the thin thread
cut cruelly into her sensitive nub.  He guided her onto the floor of
the land rover between his legs, using only the fishing line to
maneuver her. When he had her in place, Arkan toyed with the line,
jerking first one side and then the other to draw an agonized response
from the  kneeling young woman. To Bobbie, it felt as if he were
cutting her nipples off her breasts.  The pain was sharp and intense.

"OHHH!...Pleasee don't.....it hurts so!.....pleasee, I'll do what ever
you want; just don't hurt me any more...AHHH!.. Pleasee!"

She looked up at him, her face just above the level of his crotch as
he sat straddling her.  He used one hand to open his pants and extract
his cock.  The erect organ was almost touching her face.  Bobbie
involuntarily flinched.

"Lick it, Bobbie", Arkan ordered, emphasizing his words by pulling on
the line attached to her right nipple. Bobbie cried out as the pain
intensified yet again.

Sobbing and with tears streaming down her face, Bobbie bent her head
forward and put out her tongue.  She touched her pink tongue to the
warm flesh of his cock with its sour, overwhelmingly masculine odor
and then licked across the head of his cock.  Her mind mercifully
blank, Bobbie licked the head and then the top of his cock.  He held
his cock in one hand, raising it to allow her to lick the sensitive
ridge along its underside.  As Bobbie licked his cock, making it shiny
with her salvia, Arkan guided her actions with the line encircling her
nipples, using them like the reins of a horse to guide and dominate
the kneeling woman.  Arkan savored the sensation of her warm, soft
tongue caressing his cock for as long as he could.  When he could
stand it no longer, he dropped the fishing line, grabbed her short
hair with both hands, and began to fuck her face, brutally using her
mouth as if it were a cunt.  He thrust into her mouth until his
cockhead was pounding at the entrance to her throat, choking the
handcuffed American flyer with each thrust. 

"Yes..Is that too much for you, bitch?.. you can tell your friend
Valkyrie about how it feels in your throat...SUCK IT SLUT!"

 Trying hard not to panic, Bobbie forced herself to breath during the
few seconds when he had withdrew his cock for the next thrust,
desperately trying to suck air to her tortured lungs around the cock
still halfway inside her mouth.  Harder and harder Arkan rode Bobbie's
mouth, his cock gliding over the girl's hot, moist tongue to hit her
throat before withdrawing to repeat the process again and again.
Bobbie's jaws were stretched to their limits to accommodate Arkan's
male member. She was gagging involuntarily each time his cockhead
forced its way into her throat. She could not breath. As his thrusts
went deeper and faster, Bobbie was unable to draw any air into her
lungs. Her lungs were burning as her mind began to swim into
blackness.  Helpless and frightened, she could only crouched there on
the car's floor as he raped her mouth, moving her head back and forth
over his cock as if he were masturbating with her face!  Just before
Bobbie lost consciousness, she felt for the first time the hot
bitterness of a man's cum filling her mouth.  But instead of
withdrawing, he kept his cock inside her mouth as his sticky white cum
poured down her throat, cutting off what little air she could suck
around his cock.  Then blackness overwhelmed her.

Bobbie did not know how long she was unconscious.  When she came to,
she was still on the land rover's floor, still handcuffed. The nylon
line was still around her nipples though she saw that it had been
retied from a single strand noose.  Now she had the nylon line wrapped
repeatedly around her nipples, making the tip swell from the blood
trapped there. Still, she felt only a dull ache there rather than the
sharp pain she had felt when he had repeatedly tightened it around her
nipples.  She stared sadly at her exposed breasts, the nipples
distended into an hourglass shape by the fishing line.  She could feel
the car moving and hear Arkan talking on a radio.  The salty, sticky
taste in her mouth brought back the painful memory of what he had
done to her.  As she lay there exhausted by her ordeal and lulled by
the gently rocking of the car, the realization of what she had done
hit her.  Oh Val, she thought, oh God, I told him how to find you.
***********************************************************************
At dawn, Valkyrie approached the wooded hill near the meadow that was
her pick up point.  Cold and hungry, she nevertheless felt elated at
the prospect that she was only an hour or two from rescue.  She knew
that she had only to check out the area and then call in the rescue
party, the TARP.  Carefully, she moved through the wooded area to the
edge of the meadow.  It was then that she saw the small figure at the
corner of the field.  Valkyrie's heart jumped as she recognized the
figure; it was Bobbie!  She ran toward her backseater and then stopped
in her tracks.  There was something wrong; Bobbie, who appeared to be
leaning against a tree, had her flight suit open to expose her
breasts.  Valkyrie could see that Bobbie was shaking her head though
no sounds came from the woman.  As she stared at Bobbie, a camouflaged
uniformed man rose from the bushes at Bobbie's feet.

"Surrender, Lieutenant.  My men are all around you.  You cannot
escape!"

Valkyrie looked around her.  At the sound of the man's voice, other
men had appeared  at the top of the hill to her left.  She saw that
she was cut off from escape.  Valkyrie reached into her holster for
her 9mm pistol.

" Do not be foolish!", the man yelled as he pressed a pistol against
Bobbie's forehead, " I will kill your friend if you fire!   Drop your
pistol!"

Valkyrie hesitated for a second but then complied.  In a moments time,
she had her survival vest torn off and her hands cuffed behind her
back as one of the men held her own pistol to her head.  Valkyrie did
not resist.  The men then walked her toward Bobbie. Valkyrie  saw a
gagged and bound Bobbie was being led towards her- by something
pulling her exposed breasts!  She saw that Bobbie's nipples were
horribly distended, being pulled  at least two inches beyond their
normal length.  From the expression in the younger woman's eyes,
Valkyrie knew that  the pain must be tremendous.  Valkyrie saw that
Bobbie's face was covered with a whitish scum.  The men had raped her,
thought Valkyrie; I'll be next!  But her fear for herself was less
than her anger at the men who had hurt her friend. 

"Bastards!... big, brave men... How many of you did it take to rape
one woman half your size? ..... that the only way you assholes can get
it up?"

Of the Serbs, only Arkan could understand her words though all
understood her tone.  To Valkyrie's surprise, his response to her
outburst was a laugh.  In his own language, Arkan told his men that
they finally had a woman who would be a challenge, a welcome change
from those cringing Moslems they had been used to. Then he turned to
the seething Valkyrie.

"Ah!   Lieutenant Valkyrie!  I have been looking forward to meeting
you. Bobbie has told me so much about her big, strong pilot.  I have
such plans for you."

Valkyrie was flabbergasted at the man's response but  recovered
quickly.  " I'm not afraid of you!  There's a lot of Marines on their
way here.  You better be the one who's worried, you Rapist!"

" I might be.... if you had ever told them you were here."  Holding up
the radio he had been monitoring- Bobbie's radio, Arkan gloated, " but
you never told them, did you."
***********************************************************************

An hour later, Arkan led a thoroughly frightened and crying Bobbie
into an abandon barn, pulling her after him by the lines attached to
her swollen nipples, exposed in her unzipped flight suit.  A rope was
tied around her neck.  The other end was wrapped around Valkyrie's
neck, forcing her to follow or , between her resistance and Arkan's
pulling,  rip Bobbie's nipples off.  Valkyrie was trying to put up a
brave front for Bobbie's sake but was sweating from her own fear. The
pair was led into the filthy interior, littered with rusted farm
equipment.  Valkyrie was positioned under a heavy, exposed beam.  As
one of the guards held a rifle to her chest, two men tied ropes to her
booted feet and ran them to a broken plow and the wheel of a derelict
tractor.  They pulled on the ropes,  painfully spreading Valkyrie's
feet  beyond the width of her broad shoulders before they tied them to
the two pieces of the heavy farm debris.  Arkan untied the rope
connecting Valkyrie and Bobbie's necks from the still gagged Bobbie
and threw the end to one of the guards.  The guard ran the rope end
over the exposed beam and pulled, forcing the handcuffed Valkyrie up
on her toes as she struggled to keep from choking.  She struggled
frantically, fearing that they were going to hang her here as Bobbie
watched.  Once she had been immobilized by the ropes at her feet and
neck, one of the men unlocked Valkyrie's handcuffs.  As two other men
held her arms, he tied a rope around each of  her wrists and one by
one ran the other end over the beam to which her noose was tied.  As
his helpers continued to hold her left arm behind her back, he pulled
on the other rope until her arm was raised- despite her struggle-
above her head until her hand touched the beam.  He tied the rope off
to an upright and proceeded to repeat the process with her left arm.
Valkyrie now was suspended by her arms, her toes barely scraping the
dirt floor as she scrambled for support.  Her weight bore painfully on
her shoulder joints, forcing a cry from her clenched lips.  The rope
around her neck was no longer choking her, but it was forcing her to
keep her head up in order to be able to breath. The men then stood
back and watched as Arkan took a long single edged knife from his belt
and held it in front of Valkyrie. He smiled at Valkyrie as he pulled
the zipper of her flight suit down.   He inserted the knife blade
where the zipper stopped and slashed downward.  Valkyrie involuntarily
flinched.  Slowly and silently, Arkan cut the woman's clothes from her
body as his men and Bobbie watched.  Valkyrie tried to remain still as
he cut her clothes away but could not keep herself from moving away
from the cold metal of the blade whenever it touched her skin. In
moments she was left naked but for her boots and her dogtags. Arkan
stood back to admire the results, staring hungrily at her large
breasts with their quarter size auroras and erect nipples and at the
thick patch of blonde hair between her legs.

" Yes...you will do very well.", Arkan gloated as he ran his hands
over her flat stomach to her large breasts, weighing them in his palms
as he pressed his thumbs into her large nipples.  

" You can't get away with this!  This is a war crime!  I demand to be
treated in accordance with the Geneva Conventions.", barked an angry
Valkyrie.

"Oh, but I can get away with this.  I have been getting away with this
for years. There is none of your stupid Geneva Convention here.  And
no one can help you here, my big strong American.  You are mine now,
the spoils of war."

As Arkan spoke, he was already tying his fishing line into a nipple
noose.  While Valkyrie watched horrified, he slipped the thin nylon
line over her right nipple.  Slowly he tightened the line until her
nipple was encircled by a ring of pain. Then he tightened it more.

"AHH!, ...You Bastard!....AAHHH!...Stop it!  AHHH!......STOP"

Then he slipped the fishing line over her left nipple and tightened
it, turning its red tip into an hourglass shape as he slowly pulled on
the thin line.  Valkyrie could not believe the pain coming from her
nipples; they felt as if they were being sliced off. Arkan pulled the
fishing line even tighter; then he slowly wrapped the line around each
nipple until the tips of Valkyrie's nipples bulged with the trapped
blood.  Finally he began pulling on the lines, making Valkyrie's
breasts bob up and down to the amusement of his watching men. Valkyrie
was filled with rage at the man standing in front of her and mocking
her, pulling on the nylon line attached to her nipples as if they were
the reins controlling a fractious horse he was breaking. But she
controlled her anger. Valkyrie knew that she could only hold out so
long under torture; that everyone breaks sooner or later.  She knew
that she had to give him something to buy time until someone could
find her. She reasoned that she could always lie, pretend to cooperate
to stall.

" AHH!  OKAY!... I get the point. What do you want to know?"

" Know?  I don't want to know anything...except how much pain you can
stand.  I don't care about your stupid military secrets.  I can see
them on CNN anytime.  They mean nothing to me.  I am a man of simple
pleasures; I just want to hear you scream...and beg."

Valkyrie could not believe her ears.  The man was obviously insane!
This thought was reinforced as Arkan again attacked her blood engorged
nipples with his fingers.  He rolled them between his thumb and
forefinger, squeezing the swollen red flesh until the bound woman
screamed again and again.

"AHH! STOP IT.....AAHHHHH!   NO.. I WON'T BEG!"

"Well, I will let you think about that.  I shall rape you.  Then we
will see how long it takes you to learn to beg.  Your little friend is
quite good at it already.  She told us how to find you , you know."

As Arkan moved out of her narrow field of view, Valkyrie tried
unsuccessfully to look at Bobbie.  But the rope around her neck
prevented her from seeing Bobbie's face. She knew instinctively that
he had told the truth; that Bobbie had betrayed her.  She had to
believe that her friend had only done so under torture, but the
thought still angered her.

Arkan took the gag from Bobbie's mouth.  Then he used the lines
attached to her nipples to drag her screaming to Valkyrie. He
positioned her with her face inches from the bound pilot's crotch,
staring at her friend's pubic hairs.  Then he forced Bobbie's head
back so she could see his obscenely grinning face and made a pantomime
of licking with his tongue as he pointed at the hair between
Valkyrie's legs.  When he forced her face into Valkyrie's pubic hair.
Bobbie began to blindly lick the hairs pressing into her face.  He
kept her at it, kneeling beside her and pulling on the nipple lines to
encourage her. His men formed a circle around them, laughing at the
women's discomfort.

Valkyrie found the thought of another woman licking her cunt to be
repulsive.  All of 
her life, Valkyrie had fought the stereotype that a tall, muscular
woman must be gay.  The thought of having sex, even unwilling sex,
with another woman sickened her.  That it was Bobbie made it even
worse. Valkyrie flinched at each touch of her friend's tongue, her
stomach churning with disgust.  But this was of minor consequence
compared to the other agonies she was experiencing.  Her nipples were
on fire.  Her shoulders felt as if they were being slowly pulled from
her body.  Even worse, Valkyrie's mind kept returning to the stories
she had heard about the terrible gang rapes inflicted upon an Air
Force pilot, Major Diana Barker, after she had been captured by the
Iraqi's in the Gulf War.  She feared rape, the prospect of being taken
against her will,  more than anything else. Compared to those
thoughts, the feeling of Bobbie's tongue- loathsome thought the act
was to her- was almost a welcome distraction.

Bobbie cried as she applied her soft tongue to Valkyrie's sensitive
flesh.  Though it had been her fantasy to make love to Valkyrie,
Bobbie felt horribly guilty about this. The humiliation of being
forced to lick her friend's cunt as these horrible men watched and the
knowledge that she was helping them prepare her friend and mentor to
be raped made her feel even worse about the excitement which she had
to admit that she was feeling.   Bobbie was appalled at the excitement
she felt as she tasted Valkyrie's soft, clean tasting cunt for the
first time.  Yet she also had to acknowledge that she found it
sexually exciting  to be servicing the woman she idolized sexually
just like in her fantasies.  Confused and frightened for them both,
Bobbie licked the other woman's cunt lips gently, trying to comfort
her friend, even as she hated herself for doing it. How, she wondered,
could she be so excited while Val's suffering so much.

As Arkan walked away, Bobbie was allowed to stop, to crouch by
Valkyrie's feet, pressing  herself  against the larger woman's sturdy
leg as if to try to draw some of Valkyrie's strength, and wait, still
clad only in her open flight suit.  Above her Valkyrie hung
motionless, sweat pouring from her nude body despite the chill in the
unheated barn.  Aside from an occasional moan, Bobbie heard nothing
from Valkyrie and was too frightened, and ashamed, to speak to her.
Periodically, one of the men would step forward from the group of men
who were passing around a bottle as they silently stared at the two
captive women.  The man would run his hands over Valkyrie, pawing her
breasts or her cunt.  Bobbie could feel Valkyrie shiver when they did
this.

It seemed an eternity to both the women, lost in their own fears as
they were, before Arkan reappeared in front of Valkyrie.  He was,
Bobbie saw, carrying a half empty bottle of a clear liquor from which
he took a deep drink, some sort of liquor she feared.  He ordered her
to her feet and , to her surprise, took the handcuffs off her.  For a
moment Bobbie hoped that he had changed his mind; that he was going to
be the man she had thought he was when he had rescued her from the
Mujahideen.  Then he spoke, his words  slightly slurred from the
alcohol.

"Take off your clothes.  Show us all what you have to offer, American
slut." 

Bobbie hesitated and then complied with his humiliating order.
Reluctantly, she shed the imaginary protection of her flight suit and
stood naked in front of Arkan and the half dozen men watching. She
hated being forced to expose herself this way; she wished he had just
ripped the clothing off her instead.  More embarrassed than she had
ever been in her life, Bobbie stood before them, trying to at least
hide her neatly trimmed dark  pubic patch from their hungry stares.

"Put your hands at your sides.  I want to see you!"

Reluctantly, she complied.  Staring at the floor in shame, Bobbie
waited for his next order.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!....LET HER ALONE!" , screamed Valkyrie.

"Ah.  Still full of fight?  Good, I like that.  I think you're going
to be even better than that Croat fighter bitch I captured two years
ago.  She was a strong one too.  She lasted almost a week.  She had a
lovely screaming voice."

Arkan smiled as he stared at the spread eagled pilot, her nude body
illuminated by the light through the open door.  He noted with
satisfaction that her nipples, still wrapped in his fishing line, were
now extremely swollen, the tips almost purple from the blood trapped
there.  From each nipple, a few inches of fishing line dangled,
waiting his use. Her muscular body struggled against the ropes holding
her arms to the ceiling beams and her legs to the rusted debris on the
dirt floor of the barn.  He stepped away from her, searching the
machines littering the dim interior of the barn.  He returned with a
short length of electrical cable which had formerly connected the
distributor and a spark plug on the tractor.  Valkyrie watched
fearfully, constrained as she was by the rope around her neck which
forced her to keep her head up or choke. She was more afraid now than
she had ever been in her life. She wanted to beg, to cry or scream-
anything to stop what she knew was going to happen. but her pride
stopped her; she wouldn't cringe before these animals.

 Arkan used his long knife to strip the insulation from the wire;
then he untwisted the thick strand of copper wire into a mass of
individual strands, creating a makeshift scourge which was small but
potent with its array of tiny semi-rigid copper wires.  Arkan tested
his new whip on Valkyrie's thighs, casually striking first one then
the other with the unyielding wire scourge. It left her inner thighs
marked by a mass of faint red lines.  Valkyrie groaned with each blow,
half strength though they were.  Arkan slowly moved up her body, the
strength of each blow increasing as he moved from her flat stomach
towards her exposed breasts.  Valkyrie frantically pulled at  her
bonds, her muscles flexing futility as she sought to free her hands to
protect her vulnerable breasts.  Foolishly, she refused to give him
what he wanted; her pride would not allow her.  But when his first
blow hit her already tortured right breast, Valkyrie forgot her pride.

"AGHHAAAA!...AGHAA!...NO PLEASE..PLEASE!"

Arkan put all his considerable strength into each blow, striking the
swollen nipples with the exposed wires.  Valkyrie felt as though the
skin was being flayed right off her breasts; it felt as if red hot
needles were being stuck into the soft flesh.  Her tender breast flesh
absorbed each blow with a faint slapping sound produced as the metal
struck her flesh; each blow was followed by Valkyrie's shrill scream.
Arkan flayed each breast alternately, marking first her right and then
her left breast with his makeshift scourge and leaving them covered in
a mass of tiny red stripes.  Valkyrie's breasts bobbed up and down
with the blows, slowly turning from a pale red to a bright red as the
now overlapping network of stripes spread to cover the entire breast.
The pain was incredible.  Valkyrie could not think for the pain; she
could only react instinctively by screaming out her pain and pleading
for it to stop. She knew she could not endure this.  

"STOP..AHEE....I'LL DO WHAT YOU WANT!...AGHAAAA!."

Arkan  continued as if she had never spoken.  

Valkyrie screamed ever louder and longer as he shifted his aim to
concentrate on her vulnerable nipples. The pain was horrible.  She
feared he would destroy her breasts; the thought of losing them
terrified her.  Valkyrie screamed again and again as her fear and pain
consumed her.

 Bobbie was stunned to see tears pouring down Valkyrie's face.  At the
sight of her idol's tears, Bobbie finally found her voice and a little
of her courage. She lunged at him, screaming.

"LEAVE HER ALONE!  LEAVE HER ALONE!....HURT ME , TAKE ME INSTEAD."

Arkan drove her back with a single careless swipe to her pert breasts;
then one of his bodyguards grabbed her.  Without missing a stroke, he
continued to torture Valkyrie's breasts with his metal scourge.  

"SCREAM BITCH.........LET...ME....HEAR....YOU.....SCREAM!"

He continued striking Valkyrie's bleeding nipples.  Again and again
the makeshift flail struck her soft flesh with a faint "thunk"
followed by Valkyrie's scream.  All thoughts of resistance were gone
from her mind now.  All she could think about was the agony filling
her mind. Without even knowing what she was saying, the proud woman
began to beg.

"AGHAAA!...AHHHHH!..AGHHHAAAA!...PLEASE...PLEASEE I BEG
YOU..PLEASE....LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK..ANYTHING..PLEASEEE!"

Arkan stopped and examined her sweat and blood covered, red stripped
breasts.  Then he took one last swing with his scourge, striking
Valkyrie on her exposed clit with all his strength.  Valkyrie screamed
again, a horse yell ending with a deep sob.  Arkan was, for now,
satisfied with the ascendancy he had established over the American
flyer.  He had Bobbie forced to the floor beside Valkyrie's right leg.
Then he had her handcuffed with her arms around Valkyrie's muscular
leg, positioning her with her face at Valkyrie's bruised cunt. Arkan
went to the table where he had left his bottle and took a drink.
Then, still carrying the bottle, he positioned himself  in front of
Valkyrie.

"Lick her cunt, bitch.  LICK IT!"

Bobbie licked Valkyrie, trying to soothe the brutalized flesh of her
whipped cunt with her tongue. Arkan allowed her to work on Valkyrie's
cunt for long moments as he savored the sight of the two women.
Valkyrie was almost unconscious from the beating she had endured.  The
feeling of Bobbie's tongue on her cunt brought her back to reality.
She cringed at her friend's touch, trying to will herself to ignore
the perverted act Bobbie was performing on her.

"No Bobbie...don't ... don't...wrong.

Then Bobbie's soft mouth was gone, and she felt the pressure of the
bottle against her cunt.  Involuntarily, she tightened the muscles
there.  Arkan grunted and pushed harder, making the long neck of the
bottle sink inside Valkyrie's cunt as she moaned weakly. Arkan sank it
all the way to the base of the neck and then began to fuck her with
it, pushing the bottle in and out of her as he spun it from side to
side, laughing.  The penetration of her still dry cunt was painful to
Valkyrie as well as humiliating.

"Ask me to fuck you whore!"

  It was all she could do was to keep herself from losing control and
becoming hysterical. Valkyrie knew that she had been ready a moment
ago to do anything- no matter how humiliating or disgusting- to stop
Arkan's scourge.  She was not willing to anger him now and face the
wire whip again.  She had, Valkyrie thought, sunk to Bobbie's level of
abject submission.

"Please ....fuck ...me.", a resigned Valkyrie replied softly.

 At that moment Valkyrie wanted to die.  But she could not.  Instead
she waited passively for Arkan to take her.  After a moment of using
the bottle inside her as if it were a cock- of fucking her with the
hard glass neck of the bottle, Arkan withdrew the bottle and held it
up to the light.  To Valkyrie's disgust, he sniffed it and then
brought the bottle to his mouth and licked his tongue along the length
of the neck.

"Bah!, nothing...the bitch is dry!... She isn't much of a woman."

Arkan moved around Valkyrie.  Once behind her, Valkyrie heard him
muttering as he stroked her ass.  For all her sexual adventures,
Valkyrie had never let a man take her in the ass.  It was, she
thought, too degrading.  Now she knew that Arkan meant to sodomize
her, and that there was nothing she could do to stop him.  Valkyrie
tried to will herself to relax, to accept the inevitable.  Still, her
muscles tightened involuntarily as the bottle pressed into the
puckered star of her anus. Harder and harder he pressed until the
bottle penetrated her, painfully forcing its way inside her asshole.
Arkan pressed harder, pushing the bottle in and out of her stretched
sphincter in a parody of the rape to come.

" Yes.  Tight.  You are very tight.  Since your cunt is so cold, this
is how I am going to fuck you my big, strong, American Navy slut.
Like a man!  What do you say to that., American Whore?"

Valkyrie remained silent.  The pain was intense; the humiliation was
even greater.  She closed her eyes and briefly thought about trying to
use the noose around her neck to choke herself into unconsciousness,
or even death.  But she couldn't do it; Valkyrie's fear of death
overcame even her fear of sodomy.

 Arkan slowly withdrew the bottle from her ass.  Then he pulled Bobbie
around by her dark sweat slick hair until her face was against
Valkyrie's ass.  He presented her with the shit stained bottle neck.
"Clean this, you little slut.", he ordered, holding the bottle at her
lips.  Bobbie grimaced as she leaned forward and thrust out her pink
tongue.  She licked the glass neck, tasting Valkyrie's feces as the
brown stains disappeared under her tongue.  Arkan thrust the mouth of
the bottle into her mouth, forcing it down her throat until she gagged
at the invasion.  She gagged again as a large slug of the colorless,
potent liquor poured down her throat, throwing a wave of fire back up
her throat when it hit her stomach.  Arkan laughed as she choked on
the liquor and then took the neck of the bottle out of Bobbie's mouth
and put it in his own.  He swallowed a mouthful and then ordered her
to lick Valkyrie's asshole.  Her head reeling from the liquor, Bobbie
fitted her mouth to Valkyrie's still open asshole and thrust her
tongue into the hot, tight hole.  She pushed her tongue as deeply into
Valkyrie's ass chute as she could, taking a perverse pleasure in this
humiliating contact with her idolized superior officer.  She moved her
tongue around inside Valkyrie, causing the older woman to thrust her
hips forward to escape the invading tongue.

"No...Bobbie don't..this is not right......STOP IT, BOBBIE!"

 Bobbie ignored her, continuing to suck and eat Valkyrie's ass in a
masochist, intoxicated daze.  She felt that she had to open Valkyrie's
ass and lubricate it with her salvia.  Bobbie reasoned that she had to
do whatever she could to save Valkyrie from as much pain as possible,
ignoring the masochistic pleasure she was receiving from the
humiliating task, from the taste and scent of her friend's ass .  She
kept feeding her salvia into her friend's asshole with her tongue
until Arkan pulled her face away and thrust his cock into it. Bobbie
took his cock into her mouth and laved it with her tongue, repulsed by
its foul taste but determined to lubricate it for Valkyrie's sake.
She slavishly suck his cock, drooling her spit onto it despite her
humiliation at being forced to suck her rapist's cock again.  Valkyrie
could not avoid hearing the loud sucking sounds Bobbie made as she
serviced Arkan's cock. The thought of her friend and subordinate
degrading herself in this manner disgusted her.  Valkyrie wondered
bitterly how Bobbie could act like such a slut.  But she remained
silent.  Bobbie meanwhile was doing such a good job with her mouth
that Arkan had to pull her face away to avoid coming there in her
mouth. Now, his cock longer and harder than before, he was ready to
sodomize Valkyrie.

Arkan pressed his cock into Valkyrie's sphincter.  Despite Bobbie's
preparations, he found Valkyrie's asshole still resisting him,
allowing only the tip of his cock to enter her tight asshole.  He
grasp her hips and thrust into the tiny opening with all his strength.


"AHHH!.....NOOOO!", Valkyrie moaned.

Now his cock was a quarter of the way inside the moaning American
woman. He stopped for a moment to enjoy the heat and the tight grip of
her ass chute on his cock.  Arkan moved his hands from her hips up
Valkyrie's sweaty torso to her red, swollen breasts.  He weighted them
in his hand for a moment before taking one hand and pulling on the
nylon cords encircling her nipples. Regripping her hips with his other
hand, Arkan slowly forced his cock deeper inside the squirming
Valkyrie as he simultaneously tormented her nipples by tightening the
nooses around each nipples again. As he forced his cock into Valkyrie,
Bobbie crouched beside Valkyrie, her cuffed hands clinging to the
muscular leg.  Her face was only inches from Arkan's cock as it forced
its way into Valkyrie.  Bobbie stared at the man's cock as it expanded
Valkyrie's star-shaped anus into a wide circle. She was afraid that it
would tear Valkyrie in two.  Bobbie gripped her friend's muscular leg
and waited, unable to help Valkyrie as she was brutally sodomized.  A
feeling of guilt overwhelmed Bobbie.  I should be the one he is
torturing, she thought bitterly.

Arkan had the head of his cock inside Valkyrie now.  Inch by inch, he
pressed his cock forward, forcing his way into her hot, tight passage.
It felt to him as if a hand were squeezing his cock; he didn't know,
or care, if the moisture he felt inside her was Bobbie's salvia or
Valkyrie's blood.  He just forced himself into her even more, trying
to impale Valkyrie on his cock.  Not satisfied with the pain he was
inflicting on her as he slowly forced himself into her, Arkan began
making short, brutal thrusts with his hips, opening her ass by sheer
force.  As he forced himself into her, he pulled on the nylon line to
torture her breasts, tightening the noose around her swollen nipple as
the blood gorged tip throbbed with pain.  Arkan pressed himself
against her sweaty back and taunted her.

"Feel my cock inside you Bitch!... do you like it?...  No matter..You
will learn to like it. You are nothing but a whore now...A WHORE!"

Valkyrie's moans were reaching the level of screams from the twin
torments of the burning log being forced up her ass and the thin line
cutting into her sensitive nipple.  She  thought that she would be
driven insane by the pain!  She could feel him deep inside her now; it
felt to her as if he were shoving a burning stake up her ass.
Valkyrie no longer cared about hiding her fears; she wept unashamedly
, tears running down her pain contoured face as she begged Arkan to
end her suffering.  But he ignored her pleas and drove even deeper
into her asshole until she could feel his cockhairs pressing against
her ass.  He paused for a moment to enjoy the feel of her guts
encircling his cock.  Valkyrie felt for an instance the hope that she
could  begin to adjust to the terrible, painful pressure she was
feeling as he drove his cock ever deeper inside her body.  But then
she totally lost her precarious grip on sanity when Arkan suddenly
began to fuck her with jackhammer like strokes. A long terrible wail
came out of her as he brutally raped her ass.

"AGHHH!...AAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Harder and harder the man thrust into her , his cock a blur as it slid
in and out of her asshole.  Arkan was in a world of his own now.  All
he cared about was the feeling coming from his cock as it plowed into
Valkyrie.  That and the sound of her screaming.  The force of his
strokes was lifting her an inch each time his hips collided with her
butt.  Arkan could only endure the powerful friction generated as he
impaled her on his cock for a few short moments, but it seemed an
eternity to the screaming Valkyrie.  Finally, he came, filling her
abused ass with a flood of  hot seed; Valkyrie could feel it scalding
her insides as he withdrew his cock.  Now all she felt was an obscene
sense of emptiness as her distended asshole slowly began to close.
Valkyrie felt an immense sense of relief mixed with feelings of
intense humiliation- of being used.  At least, she believed, her
ordeal was over.

Arkan used Bobbie to clean his cock. He simply forced his cum and shit
covered cock into her mouth and ordered her to clean him.  Bobbie
obeyed, the mingled taste of his cum and Valkyrie's filth filling her
mouth and making her gag.  As she cleaned him with her tongue, Bobbie
shut her eyes and hugged her friend's leg for strength, desperate to
hang on just a few seconds longer until all this was over. Then the
cock was gone from her mouth.

Arkan walked away from the two women.  Bobbie crouched against
Valkyrie's leg, stroking the firm flesh gently and crying, "Oh Val,
I'm so sorry.  Please forgive me." Above her Valkyrie hung in her
ropes, panting as if she had just run a mile.  But for the rope around
her neck, her head would have dropped to her chest and she would have
lost herself in tears. As it was, Valkyrie was able to choke back most
of her tears, her silence broken only by the occasional low sob.  As
she struggled to control her emotions, her muscular body remained
erect, the cum slowy dripping out of her still half open asshole.

Since she was facing the door, Bobbie first realized that something
was wrong.  More men were entering the barn and closing around them,
stripping off their equipment and opening their pants as they
approached.  Arkan saw her frightened, puzzled look  and spoke.

"Yes Bobbie, more men for your friend to service!  She killed their
friend. She will be punished for that.  Her punishment; their
pleasure.  And you will help."

The men formed a loose line behind Valkyrie, who now understood what
was about to happen.  Her face bore a look of sheer terror at the
prospect of repeating the horrible anal rape again and again.  Her
agony deepened as a klieg light suddenly illuminated her.  Standing in
front of her was Arkan's cameraman, recording her gang rape. The
thought that others would see her being raped, that her family and the
other pilots in the squadron would see this, tore at her very soul.
The humiliation of that seemed worse to Valkyrie than the rape itself.

"NO...PLEASE...AT LEAST NOT THE CAMERA..I'LL DO WHAT YOU WANT..JUST
TURN IT OFF...PLEASEEEE!"

No one paid any attention to her cries.  As she finally broke down
totally at the prospect of more anal rapes and began sobbing
uncontrollably, the first man was already using Bobbie's reluctant
mouth to prepare himself.  He positioned his cock at Valkyrie's still
open asshole and pushed.  His cock sank all the way into the depths of
her ass with his first powerful stroke.  Aided by the cum still
coating its interior, his cock meet no resistance as it penetrated
her.  Valkyrie screamed as the burning fullness returned.  The camera
was able to capture this scream as well as all of the other agony
reflected in her face since the rope noose around her neck prevented
her from hiding her face.  All Valkyrie could do was scream in pain
and humiliation at this double rape; one by the man using her ass and
the other by the camera recording it.

Bobbie stared at the cock hammering Valkyrie's ass, her face inches
from it as it pounded in and out of her friend's horribly stretched
sphincter.  Bobbie thought that this was a hundred times worse than
the rape she had endured; she could not imagine what Valkyrie must be
feeling. She watched the first man spend himself inside Valkyrie and
withdraw, leaving a trail of his cum on her ass.  Then it was her time
again.  She was forced to lick the cum and shit off the rapist's cock
as he and his friends laughed at her.  The twin feelings of
humiliation and helplessness overwhelmed her.  Bobbie did not think
that she would ever be able to get the foul taste of cum and shit out
of her mouth.  It would be with her always to remind her of this
moment!

Another man replaced the first.  This man did not even bother to use
Bobbie's mouth; he just plunged into Valkyrie's ass with tremendous
force, as if he meant to stab her to death with his cock.  Brutally,
he raped the bound woman's ass, accompanied by his animal like grunts
and by her screams as he churned her intestines.  He fucked her ass as
brutally as he could, venting his anger about the death of  his friend
at her hands.  Valkyrie knew that he was going to kill her; that he
had torn her insides to shreds.  But he did not kill her.  He pulled
out before he had cum and spent himself on Bobbie's upturned face.  He
covered her face with his hot, sticky cum and then used her mouth to
clean himself. Then another man was inside Valkyrie, raping her now
wide open asshole with all his strength.  He would fuck her ass as
hard as he could for six or seven strokes; then he would jerk his cock
totally out of her and then brutally shove it back into her stretched
asshole causing Valkyrie to spasm in her bonds as he again impaled
her.  At one point, the man jerked it out of Valkyrie and thrust his
slimy cock in to Bobbie's waiting mouth, forcing her to taste the vile
mixture of his masculinity, his friends' cum and Valkyrie's asshole.
Then he returned his cock to Valkyrie's stretched sphincter.

As he sodomized her, the camera recorded Valkyrie's cruel impalement.
It saw and made a permanent record of the screams pouring out of her
mouth and the agony in her eyes. It lingered over the obscene dance
her bound body was doing in response to the brutal thrusts the men
were making into her asshole. The camera's lights made the sweat
covering her skin glisten as it watched the play of the muscles
underneath that skin. Her head was held almost motionless by the rope
around her neck.  The agony apparent in her face continually drew the
lens back there, to her face, to record the tears streaming down the
cheeks of this proud woman.  As the camera watched and recorded,  a
bound and helpless Valkyrie was brutally sodomized by man after man.

With each new attacker, her struggles grew weaker.  By now, her
asshole was numb; the friction of the cocks moving inside her made
tolerable for the sensitive lining of her intestines by the flood of
man cum coating her ass channel.  But neither the burning sensation
nor the painful feeling of fullness diminished as her attackers
continued to have their way with her unresisting body.  As the men
fought for the pleasure of using her now loose, literally fucked out
asshole, some impatient fellows positioned themselves in front of
Valkyrie and penetrated her dry cunt.  The men using her cunt had to
bend back to position themselves, hanging onto her strong arms as to
steady themselves as they raped her unprepared vagina, putting new and
pain pressure on her stretched and bound arms.  Now she was being
penetrated in both her asshole and her cunt, double fucked by the mob
of grinning rapists. She felt as if her insides were being torn to
pieces as two hard cocks dueled inside her, alternating strokes one
moment and then changing to thrust into her at the same instant,
stretching her passages cruelly as they banged against each other
through the thin membrane separating the two.  So it continued until
all of the men, fourteen by Bobbie's count, had used the now
unresisting woman's cunt and asshole. Valkyrie's asshole was leaking a
river of cum onto her upper legs, where it had formed a sheet of
whitish scum halfway to her knees. Her cunt was similarly marked by a
somewhat smaller river of the whitish cum running down the side of her
left leg.  At Arkan's direction, the last man held Bobbie's head and
forced her to lick the man cum off Valkyrie's legs, inch by
humiliating inch. Bobbie could not conceive of anything that could be
more humiliating than this. The taste of their cum, flavored by the
taste of Valkyrie's ass chute, filled her mouth and overwhelmed her
with its pungent essence. Unable to spit out the vile tasting cum,
Bobbie was forced to swallow it.  It coated her throat, hanging there
and gagging her until she could force herself to choke it down.  It
formed a pool in the pit of her stomach, heavy and foul.  Slowly she
licked Valkyrie's legs.  Then she pressed her lips against Valkyrie's
open cunt and began swallowing the man cream covering it, the taste
and smell of the men masking the sweetness of the other woman's cunt
and almost overwhelming her with its sheer maleness.  Slowly she
worked,  cleaning Valkyrie's privates until she came to the asshole
itself.  Staring at it from two inches away, Bobbie could see the cum
still pooling inside the distended asshole.  The pressure on the back
of her head forced her face into the gapping hole.  As she thrust her
tongue out, Bobbie thought, forgive me, Val.
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                                                End part 2 of 6





From conwic@aol.com Fri Jun 13 19:27:40 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: REVISED:  Female POW2 3/6 (MM/FF,NC,rape, torture,bondage,humiliation,WS)
From: conwic@aol.com
Date: Fri, 13 Jun 1997 23:27:40 GMT
--------
DISCLAIMER: SEE PREVIOUS PART..
**************************************************************
     NIGHTMARE IN BOSNIA  Part 3(REVISED)
            by conwic@aol.com

The two nude women hung in darkness.  Valkyrie could sense Bobbie's
body hanging beside her; but her blindfold prevented her from seeing
what was happening to her friend.  Instead, the blindfold forced
Valkyrie to concentrate on the agony consuming her own body.  Both had
been suspended head down above the concrete floor in the basement of
the hotel which was Arkan's headquarters.  First their arms had been
bound tightly behind their backs.  First ropes had been run between
their elbows, pulled tight, and tied; then their forearms had been
placed together and covered in coils of harsh rope, totally
immobilizing their arms.  A harness of rope shaped like a figure eight
was wrapped tightly around their torsos, separate from the ropes
binding their arms. The rough ropes ran below and above their breasts,
the strands crossing each other between their breasts and continuing
around their torsos to encircle their chest and back with ropes which
cut cruelly into the women's soft skin.  More ropes were run  from the
rafters to each of their still booted, widely spread feet; these were
used to hoist their feet into the air, leaving their heads still
resting on the cold concrete.  .  A rope was run from each side of the
rope harness encircling the chest of each of the captive flyers to
eyebolts in widely separated points on another rafter.  Then those
ropes were hauled up to bring the women's torsos off the floor,
leaving the two captive flyers hanging suspended above the concrete
floor,  bent into a fish hook like shape where their breasts were the
part of their bodies closest to the floor.  As they hung in this
suspension, it was their own weight which  tortured them, slowly
tightening the rope harness around their chest until it became
progressively harder and harder to draw a breath - while at the same
time making the abrasive ropes cruelly cut into the soft flesh around
the women's hanging globes.  That pain was accompanied by a pounding
in their heads as the blood collected in their cranial cavities.
Their leg and thigh muscles screamed in pain, stretched by the rope
suspension beyond human endurance.  Valkyrie had no idea how long they
had been hanging here.  It seemed an eternity.  The ropes around her
chest were crushing her.  Her back ached from its unnatural arch.  Her
stomach muscles were cramping as they were cruelly stretched by the
upward curve of her body.  Her lungs were on fire as her diaphragm
muscles struggled painfully for each breath against the weight of her
own body.  Even her neck hurt.  A noose of thick hemp rope had been
put over her head and into her mouth, a combination of gag and bondage
since the noose filled her mouth and prevented speech while with the
running end was tied to her bound arms, her head was bent backwards
and upwards at a very painful angle.  Blindfolded as well, Valkyrie's
only contact with the world around her was the sounds of  Bobbie's
soft moans and the muffled sound of Bobbie's labored breathing as the
brunette struggled in her identical bondage.  Occasionally, the sounds
that Bobbie made were drowned out by a new sound, the sound of booted
feet on the concrete.  This inevitably heralded a new agony in these
two women's private hells, for the unseen men came to rape either
Bobbie or Valkyrie.  When the sound of footsteps stopped beside them,
they would both wait breathlessly, each dreading that they would be
the one the man would chose to rape.  Each would passionately wish
that the other would be the one picked by the unseen attacker. Then
one would feel the guilt of knowing that her wish had come true. She
would hear the muffled groans of her companion, the wet sounds of the
man's cock invading the other woman's abused cunt, and the animal like
grunts of the rapist.   

Valkyrie shivered at the man's touch.  He explored her swollen and
sore cunt flesh with three or four fingers, prying her open and
feeling inside to find the wet, sticky leavenings of his predecessors.
The pain as he penetrated her cunt with his fingers was mild compared
to the burning in her chest and thighs,  but the humiliation of being
at his mercy, of having no control over who used her body, cut
Valkyrie to her soul.  She feared that she would go mad if this
incredible combination of pain and humiliation continued.  When the
man replaced his probing fingers with a hard cock, the feeling of
humiliation totally overwhelmed her.  Valkyrie struggled wildly
against her bonds.  She began to cry as he fucked her, loud
uncontrolled sobs penetrated her rope gag to mix with the curses and
grunts coming from the man.  He used her suspension to increase his
pleasure, pulling on the ropes to swing her onto his cock and then
away as if she were the one fucking him.  He swung her faster and
faster, her momentum ramming his cock deep inside her. His cock was
the only part of his body touching her; his hands were on the ropes
pushing her back and forth. Valkyrie had to struggle to breath around
her rope gag; the force and depth of his penetrations were knocking
the breath out of her. Despite the lubricating pool of cum left inside
her by the other men, she felt a burning sensation down there,
generated by the friction of his fast moving cock.  It felt to
Valkyrie as if the man's cock was shredding the lining of her cunt's
walls as he repeatedly impaled her. His brutal pounding seemed to go
on forever as she had lost all sense of time.  He may have fucked her
like this for a few minutes or for a few hours; she couldn't tell
anymore.  Finally, through her sobs, Valkyrie felt the man's cock
empty itself in her cunt, a hot, wet, and dirty feeling.  The unseen
man savored the warmth of her body around his softening cock, running
his hands over her sweat covered body and down to her heavy, hanging
breasts as he caught his breath. Then he abruptly withdrew, abandoning
her to the loneliness of her pain.

After the man withdrew, Bobbie could hear the continued soft sounds of
Valkyrie's weeping.  The realization that her strong, seemingly
invulnerable idol was being broken by these terrible men came as a
shock to her.  She was so use to depending on Valkyrie.  Through the
waves of pain engulfing her, Bobbie struggled, vainly trying to move
her sweat soaked, nude body closer to Valkyrie's to let her know that
she was not alone.  Bobbie tried to ignore her pain; she to be strong
for Val's sake.
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Two floors above , the Serb leader, Arkan, was watching a CNN
broadcast about his captives.  He had to laugh out loud at his own
cleverness.  Hiding the women here, among the captive Moslem and
Croatian women he kept for the use of his men, had been brilliant.  No
one would find anything unusual about captive women here. But
anonymously selling that tape of Bobbie being raped by the Mujihadeen
fighters to a German news crew had been a stroke of genius.  Now-
three days after their capture- those fools in the West thought that
it was the Moslems who had the women.  Arkan watched as the flickering
images on the screen changed to a heavily edited portion of that tape.
It showed a close up of Bobbie's screaming face while the announcer
sanctimoniously droned on about the ordeal of the two American women.
The picture expanded into one showing Bobbie lying on her back with
her feet tied above her as a bearded man stood between her legs raping
her.  Though the broadcaster had electronically distorted Bobbie's
breasts and the obscene union of her body with his, the tape was still
a powerful depiction of a brutal rape.  The fear in Bobbie's face was
evident even in the edited shots.  Arkan felt his cock beginning to
stir.  Much more of this, he thought, and I'll have to go back to the
basement. 

 The image changed again as Valkyrie's face appeared on the screen.
It was a clip from an interview done months earlier on her ship where
she was talking about how she was just as capable of combat as any
man.  Arkan's interest increased when the picture shifted to an
earlier still shot of Valkyrie in a very short miniskirt and
blouseless blazer.  Arkan turned up the sound to hear the voice
talking about something called "Tailhook".
************************************************************************

The President leaned forward in his seat, his French fries forgotten
for the moment as he devoted all his attention to what his pollster
was saying.

" Ok!  Let me see if Ah understand the focus group results.  They want
me to do "something", but they don't know exactly what.  Is that it?"

"Yes, Mr. President.  The public has conflicting expectations about
this situation, expectations based in their conflicting feelings about
women in combat.  They wish to see women have a role in the military,
but they don't want to see them getting hurt- raped or killed.  That's
why seeing  pictures of that female flyer being raped  have produced
such confused expectations.  They want you to "Do something".  As long
as you are perceived as doing that- acting forcibly to avenge the
attack on the woman- it will satisfy the group's expectations."

" Okay...then all Ah've got to do is launch a few cruise missiles at
somebody, hold a press conference,  and declare victory.   No problem.
Nothing is more Presidential than being the Commander-in-Chief.   Then
the whole matter will be over...right?  Ah mean, they don't actually
think Ah'm going to get those two girls back do they?"

"Well sir, their expectations are rather low.  They just want you act
resolutely, to make someone pay.  That will satisfy their minimum
expectations.  But if you do get the two pilots back, we estimate that
your public ratings will go up between 12 and 15 points. However, you
must do something dramatic and forceful to establish a favorable
position on this issue,... and  you should act quickly.  The public
mood is volatile; it could turn negative without warning.  You could
be caught in an unfavorable position if a backlash against sending
women into combat develops.  In that case, you will lose between 8 and
11 approval points."
************************************************************************
Arkan was pleased to see that General Milosadic was no more than 15
minutes late.  For someone with the General's ego, that was, Arkan
knew, the equivalent of being early. He was apparently eager to see
me, Arkan thought, or more likely to see my whores.  He knew that for
Milosadic his pride was very important.  General Milosadic had
commanded the Serb forces in the war with the Bosnian Turks and the
Croat Ustashi until pressure from the Americans had eased him out
after their filthy Dayton Accords had forced the Serbs to stop
fighting- at least temporarily.  Despite his supposed resignation, the
General still commanded the loyalties of many of the officers in the
Bosnian Serb Army and remained a powerful man.  He was, Arkan knew, no
friend of his since he and Arkan's patron in Belgrade were bitter
enemies.  But it never hurt to have a foot in both camps.  They had
done business frequently since the cease-fire.  Arkan had money, and
General Milosadic had access to more weapons- including heavy weapons
from the stocks of the old federal Army- then he had men to use them.
Arkan knew that the General did not trust or like him, that it
enraged the General to be dependent on Arkan for the funds to maintain
his influence with the officers of the fragmenting army.  But he had
no choice; for the cash to buy the continued loyalty of his officers-
and his continued influence-,  Milosadic had no alternative but  to
come to Arkan.  In exchange for a few light weapons and that single
antitank gun, Arkan provided him with enough Deutsch marks to keep his
faction of the demoralized Bosnian Serb army from dissolving into
another band of Balkans brigands.  But Arkan had plans to get more
from the General; he planned to use the General to gain control of a
force of tanks and , more importantly, the men who could operate them.
With that degree of military muscle behind him, Arkan believed that he
would no longer be dependent on the whims of his masters in Belgrade.
Then he would have enough firepower to get the war going again when
the Americans finally got tired and left. To Arkan, the war was
everything, his source of wealth, power, prestige, and  women.  He was
determined to keep it from ending.  After all, to his mind this was a
war that had been going on for centuries.  why should it have to end
now?  He knew that General Milosadic would never sell him those tanks.
Milosadic was, Arkan knew, at heart one of those timid Appartchiks
like those Arkan had bribed, bullied, or blackmailed dozens of times
during his days in the Belgrade black-market before the war.  The
General would, however, give him those tanks if Arkan's estimate of
his character was correct.  If he were as angry at the Americans'
humiliation of his country and as sexually repressed as Arkan
believed, then Milosadic could be manipulated into a situation which
would so compromise him that he would do anything to keep it secret.
To make sure that the man would be his, he had his cameraman ready to
film the General's fall from grace.  Then the General would be tied to
Arkan forever by a shared guilt just as Arkan's Tigers were tied to
him by common war crimes.

After the money had changed hands, and General Milosadic had consumed
several glasses of the local plum brandy; Arkan invited him to the
hotel basement to see something "interesting".  Intrigued, the General
agreed, hoping that this was a prelude to fucking one of the women
Arkan held captive in his rape camp cum brothel.  He had done this
several times before and had been surprised at how much he had enjoyed
the feeling of power that came from the woman's helplessness. He had
never done such things with a woman before.  In truth, he had little
experience with women before he meet Arkan. He was eager to savor that
feeling of power again.  It was unlike anything he had ever
experienced before, better even than the thrill of commanding his
soldiers.  Leaving his bodyguards behind, the General followed Arkan
down the stairs and into the brightly lit room.  His first sight of
Bobbie and Valkyrie froze him in his tracks.  It was the most erotic
scene he had ever witnessed.

He drank in the picture the two women made.  Nearest to him he saw the
figure of a tall, blonde woman, her muscular body shiny with its own
sweat.  Her heavy breasts almost purple with the trapped blood moved
gently, seductively, with her labored breathing; their large red
nipples pointing toward the floor as drops of sweat rolled off them
and fell to the concrete.  The woman's magnificent body actually
seemed to quiver from the strain of her suspension,  her muscles
flexing as she struggled against the ropes suspending her.  Her head
was up to expose her face to his view, forced into that position by
the rope gag running from her mouth to her bound elbows.  Drool
dripped out of the corner of the woman's mouth and ran down her chin.
The look of agony on her tear stained face was, the General thought,
magnificent, like the face of a woman in the agony of childbirth.  Her
pain was clear, visible beneath the helmet of her sweat soaked hair
even with the narrow blindfold hiding her eyes.  As he moved around
her, the General could see her bare cunt, its lips red and swollen.
Covering this most intimate part of her were streams of cum which had
flowed out of her cunt to dry into a white scum covering the cunt lips
and the prominent clitoris.

The General moved past her to the second woman, a smaller brunette.
Her more slender body was bound in the same torturous rope suspension.
Her body gleamed in the harsh lights;  the sweat covering her body
made it shine as if she had been oiled.  Her dark hair was also soaked
with sweat and clinging to her scalp, giving him a clear view of her
fine features and delicate ears. There were, the General saw, traces
of tears running from beneath her blindfold.  How beautiful, he
thought.  The agony was there as well in the set of her jaw and the
way her body quivered with the spasms of muscles strained beyond their
endurance by the bondage.  The General reached out to touch her cum
covered cunt.  The woman jumped when he touched her; it was as if she
had been hit with an electrical shock. Her shaven cunt was also
encrusted with dried and not so dried cum, white stains on a delicate,
red vagina.  He ran his fingers along the woman's cunt lips and then
traced her athletic leg to the sweat pooling in the back of her knee.
The General then ran his hand forward to her well rounded ass cheeks
and onto her smooth back.  Kneeling, he traced his fingertips over the
quivering muscles of her stomach to the medium size breasts hanging
beneath.  He took one of the elongated nipples in his fingers and
rolled it between them, marveling at the size of it, not knowing that
its swollen condition was the result of  prolonged bondage with
Arkan's fishing line. Sensing Arkan behind him, the General stood and
turned to face him.

"How long have they been hanging like this?"

"Only an hour or two, though I suppose that it must seem longer to
them. I am teaching them to follow orders; I think that is a necessary
trait in a woman just as it is in a soldier.  Which one do you want
General?  The blonde or the dark haired one?"

 The General hesitated for a moment.  There was to his mind something
not right, even for Arkan, in this.  But the women were appealing
helpless. He couldn't think for his throbbing cock.  What did it
matter he reasoned; everyone turned a blind eye to what happened to
women captured by the other side in this war of ethnic cleansing.  

"I'll take the blonde one.  She is beautiful, like one of the women on
the American TV shows you see in Belgrade, eh.  Like in BAYWATCH ...
No, I have it.  She is like the big, tough blonde woman on AMERICAN
GLADIATORS , eh Arkan."

"Yes, just like in the American television.  I'll lower the ropes
holding them up; that will let us use their assholes.  Much ...neater
that way, don't you agree?", said Arkan as he gestured to Bobbie's cum
strained cunt.
************************************************************************
The President waved his hand at the collected Generals and Admirals,
gesturing for silence.

"Ah've made up my mind.  It is imperative that we respond with force
to this outrageous act.  The prestige and credibility of the Nation
are at stake.  We cannot allow these petty war criminals to diminish
our prestige by raping this woman and getting away with it.  It's
different with these women involved; we cannot just wait and watch
like we did when that male pilot was shot down back in my first term.
We cannot just wait to see if they will get himself out of the shit by
themselves.  We have to act.  We will launch a cruise missile attack
on the barracks of the Bosnian Moslem forces at Vitez.  We know it is
sheltering a group of Mujihadeen. "

"But Mr. President, what about the two flyers?  Executing a cruise
missile strike could inadvertently result in their deaths or lead to
their executions!  We don't even know that the Moslems have the women;
there was no indication that the Moslems around Brcko had any weapons
capable of downing the F-14.  And why would they shot down our plane?
With all due respect Sir, I thought we were on the same side.  We need
to wait until we can gain more information about where they are and
who is holding them."

" Ah feel your pain here, Admiral.  But we must look at the big
picture; action is demanded to preserve American credibility.  We
cannot let them get away with doing this sort of thing to American
servicewomen.  If we don't do something now the media will lynch us.
We cannot be seen as weak or irresolute. We have identified one of the
men in the film as Iranian.  That's Moslem enough for me.  Given the
CIA's well known inability to find its own ass with both hands, that's
probably the best they can do.  We bomb them...NOW.  Delta Force is on
stand by in Hungary, as yo'all know.  If we get the intelligence that
will allow us to mount a rescue, Ah will certainly give the order. "

"Yes, Mr. President."

"Which brings us to another problem, Admiral.  Someone on that
carrier- what is its name?.."

"The Eisenhower, Sir."

" Someone on the Eisenhower is going to have to take the blame for
letting those two girls be captured.  Ah want you to put together one
of those boards to investigate the matter and come up with a name.
Announce this with a Navy press release as soon as possible."

"Ah..Yes Sir."

"That will be all gentlemen.  Ah'de like to be alone now."

When all of them had left the room, the President carefully extracted
a video tape from his desk and put it into the machine over the TV.
Taking care to sit in the chair with its back to the secret service
peephole, he settled in and hit the play button.  An image of Bobbie
being raped appeared on the large screen, an image with none of the
electronic censorship of the newscasts.  The President avidly watched
as the man's cock penetrated Bobbie's cunt, his large cock
disappearing entirely  into her tiny hole. As he watched, the
President's hand slid down his body until it rested on his hardening
cock.  He slowly stroked his member through his trousers, staring at
the pictures of the young female aviator being assaulted.  As he
watched the rape unfolding on the screen in front of him, his fevered
mind began to wander, substituting another woman's face for Bobbie's-
a face from his own life.  He smiled as the image of the woman on the
screen was raped and humiliated, his mind transposing the two images
into one.  He sat up now, his hand freeing his erect cock and gripping
it firmly as his favorite scene approached.  When the bearded man
knelt by Bobbie's pleading face, the Leader of the Free World began to
stroke harder, knowing what came next and trying to time his climax
with it.  He imagined himself to be there at the rape, a powerful man
among men- the leader of a male hunting pack.  He saw himself bonded
with these men, freed from his subservience to the women who had
always dominated his life, women who he could never satisfy.  In the
actions of the man on the screen, he saw himself acting out his
fantasy.  He saw himself showing the Bitch his power.  As the man's
cock battered Bobbie's face and covered it with the remains of his
cum, the President, imagined himself in that man's place and stroked
his cock one last time to produce a thin stream of cum which shot half
way to the TV screen before disappearing into the thick shag of the
rug. 
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Hidden inside a box in the basement of Arkan's hotel HQ, his
cameraman, Dimrtri, sweated.  The perspiration ran into his eyes,
blurring his vision as he tried to keep his camera focused on the
figure of the General.  His assignment was to film the General fucking
the American pilot, but his film school background kept drawing his
attention back to the abused body of the American woman.  She seemed
to radiate pain and suffering, so much more than her smaller
companion. He wished that he had chosen the big blonde earlier, but
then he remembered the warm, tight feeling of the brunette's cunt and
the soft, sweaty feeling of her skin under his hands.  He smiled as he
remembered the way her body had shaken as he fucked her, so helpless
and vulnerable.  Putting his thoughts aside, the man tried to
concentrate on filming the General as he sodomized the muscular
American woman.  Valkyrie was hunched over on her knees, her face
resting on its cheek on the rough concrete floor.  Her hands and
elbows remained tied behind her strong back; the rope gag  now serving
as a noose around her neck while its running end remaining tied to the
ropes forcing her elbows together. The General's half nude form rested
on his knees between the woman's widely spread legs as he fucked her
exposed asshole.  He was  holding her by her muscular thighs as he
pressed his cock deeper and deeper into her asshole.  The woman's face
was clearly visible despite her blindfold; it managed to convey
perfectly the pain and humiliation she was experiencing. The intensity
of the suffering reflected in her pain ridden face reminded the
cameraman of some Church's religious painting of one of the martyrs.
Even his idol Garone, he realized, had never been able to capture such
erotic suffering on film.  As he filmed, the woman's muscular body was
being repeatedly forced forward across the concrete and then roughly
jerked back by her attacker, scraping the swollen nipples of her
tender breasts across the rough concrete with each of his bull like
thrusts.  Magnificent, he thought as he struggled to keep the
viewfinder centered on her tortured face.  Reluctantly, Dimrtri panned
away from Val to Arkan as he sodomized the other American.  Unlike the
time he had filmed Valkyrie's rape in the barn when he had avoided
filming his boss, he had orders to include Arkan today, to show the
General and Arkan side by side assaulting the American women.
Carefully, he panned from Arkan's smiling, bearded face down his hairy
chest to the sweat shiny body of the woman underneath him, lying face
up on her bound arm with her legs held in the air by Arkan.  The
cameraman panned from her pert breasts, bouncing with the force of her
attacker's thrusts, to her agony filled face.  He noted that her face
was turned to her side,  her blindfold removed, staring not at Arkan
but at a suffering Val.
************************************************************************

"That's it General!  Fuck the bitch in her ass.  That's the best place
to fuck a woman.  Her pain: your pleasure."

The General said nothing in reply.  He felt uncomfortable both in the
man's familiarity and in having sex which another man present.  But
the excitement of raping this woman far outweighed his discomfort.
Arkan was opening up a new world of pleasure to him; it would be
churlish to rebuff the man.  So, he smiled at Arkan and said nothing,
concentrating instead on the tight hole he was plundering.  His cock
actually seemed to lengthen and grow harder if that were possible as
he sank it deeper into the woman's small anus. Never had he felt such
pleasure and such power.  He gripped the woman's firm hips and stared
down at the sight of his cock sawing in and out of her tiny anus. The
feeling of  holding unlimited power over this strong woman intoxicated
him.  She looked so strong and yet so vulnerable as she crouched there
under him, her legs spread open to expose her abused cunt and asshole.

Though Valkyrie could not understand the meaning of the words in
Serbo-Croatian, she could sense the gleeful malice behind the words.
Valkyrie had been driven to the edge of madness by the prolonged pain
of her suspension compound as it was by the humiliation of  multiple
rapes by anonymous assailants.  Now she had been thrown face down on
the concrete and her ass obscenely raised to offer her vulnerable ass
hole to a new attacker.  Frantically, she strained her exhausted
muscles, pulling vainly against her ropes.  Her muscles flexed
helplessly under her tanned skin as she struggled.  Her ungagged mouth
screamed pleas for mercy. 

"PLEASEEE... NO MORE....LET ME ALONEEE!...AAGHEEEE!"

 Her body thrashed weakly in her ropes.  Her arms remained tied
securely at her wrists and elbows; her feet remained tied to the bench
where Arkan had bound them when he lowered her to the floor.  She felt
so vulnerable at that point, her strong body trembling as she
fearfully waited for the man to take her.   At that moment she would
have done anything, betrayed anyone, to gain a moment's relief.  But
no matter what she promised, or how earnestly she begged,  the unseen
men ignored her. She sacrificed her pride and self-respect for no
purpose. Instead, she felt the painfully familiar burning sensation of
a cock penetrating her anus.  New pain and fear overwhelmed her, bring
in their wake a deep sense of hopelessness. She would, she realized
now, spend the rest of her life like this; no one would save her.  She
had been reduced to nothing more than a fuck hole for a gang of
uniformed terrorists.  The feelings of  utter hopelessness overcame
her. She could no longer resist. Valkyrie stopped struggling and let
her body slump in the ropes, her face pressed against the cold
concrete.  She surrendered her body to her attacker.  Only the
involuntary clenching of her anal muscles continued to resist him as
he penetrated her asshole. She could feel him sinking deeper into her
back passage, producing a dull, burning pain as he forced her colon to
expand to accommodate him.  Loud sobs shock her body as the man's cock
slowly borrowed its way into her.  It felt to Valkyrie as if he were
going to split her in two, as if he were shoving his arm up her ass
rather than his cock.  Still, she did not resist him.  She had
accepted his dominance over her. Her mind was mercifully blank. Though
pleas for a mercy which these men did not possess poured from her
lips, Valkyrie did not even know what she was saying.

Arkan watched the General's introduction to sodomy with the smile of
an indulgent teacher watching his star pupil's first science
experiment. It was, he thought, far more pleasant that his own
introduction to anal sex as a teenager at the hands of his two hundred
pound cellmate. Still, he knew the General would never understand the
mind of the woman beneath him until he had been on the bottom as well.
Perhaps, he thought with a smile, that too could be arranged once he
had the tape of the General fucking the American.  Anyway, his own
rape had happened a long time ago.  Now he was the one on top, fucking
a beautiful American flyer in the ass.  He rode Bobbie harder, his
cock plowing into her tight ass chute with all his power.  He had
never felt more powerful than he did at this moment with his cock
embedded in the tight hot hole that was Bobbie's ass and with the
General firmly caught in his honeyed trap.  He fucked Bobbie with
short, jack hammer like thrusts, expanding her tiny anal passage a
millimeter at a time while he stared down at the profile of her
beautiful young face.  His cock felt as if it were being squeezed in a
vise, the muscle contractions -accompanied by the captive brunette's
deep sobs -gripping his cock felt like a strong hand. Harder and
harder he fucked, his half nude, hairy body dripping sweat onto the
nude body of his helpless victim.  Her helplessness was an aphrodisiac
for Arkan, driving him to fuck ever harder into Bobbie in an attempt
to possess her totally, body and soul.

Underneath Arkan, Bobbie grunted and moaned softly with each of those
terrible thrusts into her ass chute.   Exhausted from the pain of her
prolonged suspension; she could not have resisted him even if she had
not been bound.  Bound as she was and immobilized by the weight of
Arkan's huge body on top of her, Bobbie could only lie there
helplessly as this evil man used her body in a painful and humiliating
manner. The pain from his sodomy was ten times worse than the multiple
rapes her cunt had endured earlier.  Bobbie felt as if  a tree limb
were being shoved up her colon instead of a cock.  Her ass was a solid
mass of pain as the man's cock kept penetrating deeper into her. She
wanted to scream, to plead;  but the sight of Val crouching there
beside her, sniveling and crying, stilled those screams. Bobbie was
transfixed by the way Val looked so completely crushed, so totally
dominated, by the gray haired man raping her ass. The sight of Val,
her spirit apparently broken -begging incoherently, terrified Bobbie.
She called out Val's name but there was no response.  Val was, she
thought, in another world.  Bobbie stared  across the floor at Val.
She could see the other woman's red, raw cunt looking like an open
wound, still dripping cum from the earlier rapes.  Looming above her
cunt, the older man's huge cock had spread Val's tiny sphincter open
far beyond anything Bobbie would have believed possible. She saw the
sweat rolling off Val's strong body as Val crouched there
submissively, moaning and pleading. Bobbie could not believe the words
pouring out of Val's mouth.

"Please...please...don't hurt me any more...I'll do whatever you
want...I'll be good..I will...don't...No.. please?"

The General looked over at Arkan and ask in his language, " What is
the bitch saying?"

Arkan smiled and replied in the same tongue, " She likes it.  The
bitch likes it!"

  This is all my fault, Bobbie thought. The plight of her idol made
Bobbie's pain and humiliation seem unimportant,  almost a kind of
justice since, in Bobbie's guilt-tortured mind, she was the one who
had caused Val's capture by telling Arkan where their pick-up point
was located..  Val, she believed, was too smart and too tough for them
to have captured if only she had kept her mouth shut.  Bobbie embraced
the pain now as penitence for betraying Val.  As she tried to steel
herself to be strong for Val's sake, the words of some German from a
long forgotten college philosophy class came unbidden to her mind;
"That which does not kill us, makes us stronger".  For a moment, she
had the crazy urge to laugh; obviously, she thought, that Kraut had
never been fucked in the ass. 

Arkan's thrusts were shaking Bobbie's whole body now, making her
clench the muscles in her ass.  Bobbie tried to pull her self together
, to relax and accept what this horrible man was doing to her and by
doing so to regain some control over her own body.  But her rapist had
control; she could not take it back.  She could only lie there and
suffer, mentally and physically, struggling to even breath as the
man's cock pounded into her with the force of a locomotive.  With
drool, snot, and tears streaming down her face, Bobbie could no longer
even think. Her mind was a mass of pain.  She was totally paralyzed by
the  brutality of Arkan's ass rape.  She feared that it would go on
forever. Finally, she felt the cock inside her stop its thrusts and
then quiver as it emptied itself into her ass channel.  She felt his
hot cum fill her. Eventually, Arkan pulled out of her, dropping her
legs to the concrete.  Painfully, Bobbie rolled onto her side to look
at Valkyrie.  As she watched, the gray haired man pulled Valkyrie's
ass hard into his crotch and held it there as he humped frantically
into her ass.  Then he abandon Valkyrie, allowing her to collapse face
down on the concrete.  Valkyrie's body was now stretched full length
on the cold floor, her face turned away from Bobbie.  Bobbie stared at
her companion, taking in the sobs still periodically shaking her
muscular body.  She was appalled by the sight of Valkyrie's wide open
ass hole- a red raw open wound between her perfect ass cheeks, still
dripping man cum. Bobbie whispered to her.

"Val?  Val...... please, you're going to be OK; I know it.  We'll get
out of this somehow.  I'm so sorry Val.  It's all my fault." 
***********************************************************************

Valkyrie had no idea how long it had been since the man had stopped
using her ass.  She still lay on the concrete floor, her arms bound
tightly behind her back.  Now she could see though;  her blindfold was
gone. .  She could breath freely for the first time since they had
strung her up in those ropes hours ago.  She could not see Bobbie.  A
few feet away Arkan and a distinguished gray haired man, both nude to
the waist, sat on benches at a rough table  eating, drinking, and
laughing. The faint aroma of their food carried to her, making her
realize how hungry she was.  Valkyrie could not remember the last time
she had eaten anything. She watched them with her half closed eyes,
being careful not to move for fear they would begin the torture again
if they knew she was awake.  She could not prevent a shutter at the
thought of more abuse. God, she thought, please make it stop.

Her involuntary movement had not gone unnoticed.  Arkan stood and
walked to where she was laying.  In his hand was a piece of salami.
He waived it in front of her as he taunted her.

"Ah, Valkyrie- the great American  hero is awake.  Good, I am in the
mood for another "Ride of the Valkyrie".  Hmmm, ready for another
ride, whore?"

The General's head came up at Arkan's words.  Though he did not speak
English, he recognized one of Arkan's words. In the Serbo-Croatian
they shared, he  ask,

"Valkyrie?  Amerikana? What do you mean. ?"

"My General, these are the American whores everyone is looking for,
don't you see.  What a great Joke on the stupid Americans.  They think
the Muslims have them.  Don't worry.  No one will ever know about
this.  It will be our secret.  Valkyrie?  That is the name this whore
gave herself, her..callsign it is called.  She calls herself a
Valkyrie after the women goddesses in German myth who carry the fallen
warrior to heaven.  Appropriate, is it not, my General?  She has been
"transporting " a lot of Serb warriors to heaven since she came to be
in my care."  Improvising further, he continued at a rapid pace, "
After all the Americans had done to cheat the Serbs, to deny us what
is ours with this Dayton Accord of theirs, and after the way they
screwed you, I thought you should have the opportunity to screw one of
them.  To take the American Navy's  woman.  It is my gift to you.  She
is an officer in their Navy, you know.  A Lieutenant.  Of course, no
one else will ever know.  Do you think I am crazy?  Don't worry, they
will disappear soon.  Then you and I will be the only ones who know.
It will be our little secret.  Come, let me show you what these two
whores can do."

Drunken with lust and fascinated by the idea of striking a blow at the
hated Americans, General Milosadic accepted Arkan's lies at face
value. He was distracted by his thoughts.  He had fucked an American
Navy officer.  The idea fascinated him.  He had possessed one of the
almighty Americans' whores. He had fucked the American whore officer
in her ass.  He had screwed the Americans!  These thoughts kept
running through his mind.   Arkan was right, he thought, it was a
great joke. A smile spread over his craggy face at the thought of it.

Determined to keep the General distracted, Arkan cast about for
something to capture his attention.  Then he realized that the woman
was staring hungrily at the sausage in his hand.  An idea leaped into
his mind.  With the General's help, he put both the women on the
bench, sitting facing each other.  Taking the loose end of the rope
gag which now encircled Valkyrie's neck like a noose, he tied it to
the bench behind her back, forcing her to lean back and support her
weight on her still bound hands, bracing them on the bench top behind
her back.  Then he took the remaining 2/3's of the salami that they
had been eating and pushed one end into Valkyrie's cunt.  Quickly, he
and the General forced Bobbie's cunt up against Valkyrie's by putting
one leg over and one leg under in a scissors and then fed her cunt the
remaining half of the hard, greasy sausage.  Then they tied the
running end of Bobbie's noose- the rope gag now rested around her
neck- to the bench behind her so that both leaned away from each
other- their weight supported by their bound hands- with their sausage
filled cunts hard against each other.  As the General admired their
positioning,  skipping around them like a schoolboy, Arkan tied his
familiar nylon fishing line around each of their nipples.  In a
moment, each man had two thin lines in his hands which were used in
the manner of a puppeteer to control the women as they ordered the two
flyers to fuck each other or have their nipples ripped off!.

Bobbie could feel the warmth of Valkyrie's cunt touching her, rubbing
against her clit.  The idea of touching Val there aroused her despite
her shame at being forced to masturbate in front of these men.  The
feeling of the salami inside her was not unpleasant; her cunt had been
so expanded by her earlier rapes that there was no discomfort there.
She experimented by carefully moving her hips back an inch, letting
the sausage slip part way out of her cunt, and then moving back toward
Val until their clits made contact in an electric sensation.  Val
stared angrily at her without moving until the General used one of the
nylon lines to jerk on Valkyrie's sore, swollen nipples, the lines
tightening around the nipples' tips until they bulged obscenely.
Valkyrie moaned as her body moved forward involuntarily, rubbing their
clits together.  Another pull on the nipples, and Valkyrie was moving
her hips slowly in imitation of Bobbie.  The two women appeared to be
fucking each other as they fell into a rhythm by which they came
together and then pulled apart, alternatively revealing and engulfing
the red salami connecting the two aviator's cunts.  Bobbie stared at
Val, her breath becoming increasingly ragged as she became more and
more aroused by the sight of her idol's nude sweaty body.  She could
see Val's nipples being tormented by the heavy set, gray haired man,
making them stand out from her heavy breasts and turn a purple red
with the trapped blood.  Then she felt the same pain as Arkan began to
pull on the lines around her nipples.  Slowly, one at a time, he
tightened them until her nipples were duplicates of Val's swollen
rosebuds.  She welcomed the pain of this; it was something she was
sharing with Valkyrie.  Bobbie fucked harder on the sausage inside
her, carefully keeping her movements in time with Val's irregular hip
movements.  She stared at Val's face, which was an expressionless
mask.  Bobbie's face was a bright red, a mirror of her embarrassment
and her excitement.  Across from her Val stared in distaste at her
companion.  She wondered how the little bitch could be enjoying this
terrible degradation.  All too aware of the eyes of the two leering
men- and the pain they were inflicting on her much abused nipples-
Valkyrie seethed with repressed anger. She longed to strike back at
the men torturing her- and at Bobbie as well.  But she was too afraid
to defy the men.  Instead she fucked the salami.   It felt good!
Especially when Bobbie's clit rubbed against her own.  It was the
first time sex had not meant pain since she had been captured.  She
tried to relax , but the pain in her breasts and her aversion to
lesbian sex prevented that.  As the two women fucked each other with
the sausage as if it were a dildo, Valkyrie could not avoid beginning
to feel arousal.  No enough to get off on, for she was afraid; but
enough to make her wet.  This became apparent as sucking sounds began
to come from the women's cunts.  First from Bobbie's cunt and then, to
her disgust, from her own, came the slippery sounds. The men found
this very amusing. Using his fingers to investigate, Arkan declared,

"So, you're getting hot.  You are a slut.  A dirty, deviant slut just
like your slut friend!"

Valkyrie was humiliated!  But she could not deny the truth of his
first observation.  She was getting hot.  She leaned back, resting
more of her weight on her arms to allow her to thrust harder into
Bobbie's cunt, searching for the smaller woman's clit with her own.
She found Bobbie matching her thrust for thrust, pressing into
Valkyrie's cunt with her own until the sodden salami entirely
disappeared within their cunts.  Again and again they fucked the
sausage, now finding its narrow diameter a disappointment where a
moment earlier they had been grateful for that narrowness.  Valkyrie
was panting, her sweat soaked chest heaving with each breath as she
rubbed herself against her friend.  Bobbie cried out to her,

"VAL...I'M ALMOST...THERE...VAL....VAL!"

As soon as she spoke, Arkan grabbed Bobbie, pulling her away from
Valkyrie's hips and dislodging the salami from her cunt.  Valkyrie
grunted helplessly; now she had nothing to friction herself against.
Frantically, she tried to hump the bench itself to bring herself off.
She heard Arkan's hated voice.

"No, sluts!  It is not time for you to have any fun yet.  Its time for
you to go back to work again....whores!"

Valkyrie cried in frustration as he dragged her to the floor and onto
her knees beside Bobbie, their necks still tied to the bench. She had
been so close.  Valkyrie could see by Bobbie's face that she had not
reached her climax either. Valkyrie felt a moment's satisfaction at
that.  Arkan reached down to her cunt and pulled the soggy salami out
of her.  The motion of the dildo/sausage almost brought her off.  Then
she was looking at the salami as Arkan held it inches from her face.
She could see that it was limp now, saturated with the spendings of
both their vaginas.  Its color was even different, a paler red.  It
was so close that she could smell it, a mixture of spicy meat and a
woman's cunt- her cunt and Bobbie's.

Arkan held it before her and smiled.  "There is something in your
Geneva Convention about feeding prisoners, is there not.  Don't say I
never gave you anything.  I'm giving you this sausage.  Enjoy it,
whore."  He held it out to her after reversing it so that the portion
which had been inside Bobbie was offered to her.  Valkyrie stared at
it, her disgust evident on her face.

"Eat it whore!  Or I'll hang you up again..... forever!"

Valkyrie opened her mouth and slowly leaned forward to close her lips
around a chunk of the warm, cunt flavored salami.  Closing her eyes ,
she bit down, tearing it off and chewing the tough meat.  Valkyrie
could taste the meat, the spices, and the fat in the salami.  God, she
was hungry!  She could also taste something else, strong and almost
sweet on her tongue.  It was, she knew, Bobbie's taste. It filled her
mouth.  The taste was not bad, but Valkyrie could not keep herself
from gagging on the piece of  meat.  She was eating another woman's
cunt!  The very thought disgusted her. She gagged again; then she
forced herself to keep chewing until she could force the meat down.
But the taste lingered.

Arkan held the sausage out to Bobbie, offering her the end which had
been in Valkyrie's cunt.  Without hesitation, Bobbie took the meat
into her mouth, tearing it off with her strong, white teeth.  She
chewed it slowly, savoring the taste of Valkyrie as well as the
sausage.  Bobbie swallowed it and held her mouth open for another.

Arkan offered another piece to Valkyrie. This time one from the end
which had been in her own cunt.  He smiled at the look of distaste on
the bound woman's face as she consumed this tidbit of flavored salami
as well. He fed them alternately, offering each a mix of meat flavored
with her own juices and those of her companion.  Obediently, the women
ate the morsels he offered them. Valkyrie was humiliated by this,
grimacing at the thought of where the meat had been.  Bobbie ate the
proffered meat willingly.  When there was no more sausage, Arkan told
them,

"Now for something to drink.  You will have to work for your cocktails
though!"

Smiling at his own witticism, Arkan opened his pants to offer his cock
to Bobbie while the General watched.  The two women knelt side by side
in front of the bench, their faces at the level of the men's crotches.
Arkan reached down to recover one of the thin nylon lines, the one
tied to Bobbie's right nipple.  

"Use this to control her; she'll do whatever you want after a few
pulls on her tits!"

To demonstrate, Arkan gave a sharp tug on his line. Bobbie moaned and
arched her back in response, inadvertently offering her pert breasts
up to Arkan for more punishment.  Arkan toyed with her nipple,
stretching it and then giving a moment's respite before repeating the
process as Bobbie squirmed and moaned in response.  He held his cock
to her face with one hand and switched to English to order her to lick
his cock.  As Arkan stretched and tormented her tit, Bobbie extended
her tongue and ran it up the sensitive underside of Arkan's cock.  She
licked it slowly, between moans, caressing the man's cock with the tip
of her tongue. She could taste her shit on his cock; it was bitter on
her tongue.  Goaded by the pain from her breast, she frantically
licked Arkan's cock, using her tongue to remove all traces of her shit
and his cum and leave his cock erect and shiny with her saliva.  Arkan
grasp her by her short dark hair and held her head motionless as he
slowly inserted his huge cock into her open mouth.  Without pausing to
allow the young flyer time to adjust to the sudden invasion, Arkan
sheathed his cock inside Bobbie's mouth and throat.  He forced it down
her throat until Bobbie's nose was buried in his foul smelling cock
hair.  Bobbie's face turned red as she tried, and failed, to breath
around the cock filling her mouth and throat.  He held his cock
motionless inside her until he could see Bobbie's eyes begin to roll
up in her head.  Only then did he relent and pull half of his cock out
of her mouth, leaving the head resting on her soft tongue while Bobbie
tried to suck air into her starved lungs.  After only a few seconds,
Arkan again buried his cock inside her hot, wet throat, cutting off
the young woman's air and forcing her to suck frantically on his cock
as she tried vainly to draw air around it. Only when Bobbie was again
ready to pass out from oxygen deprivation did Arkan partially withdraw
his cock and allow her to suck in enough oxygen to remain conscious
for a few more moments. He toyed with her, using his cock to torture
her.

The General watched Arkan for few moments before he turned to the
frightened Valkyrie.  He grasp both of the lines connected to
Valkyrie's huge, swollen nipples. He drew the lines  taunt, then
slowly pulled harder as if he would lift her off her knees by her
breasts.  Valkyrie leaned back in her pain, a moan escaping her lips.
The General grinned down at her as he pulled harder, tormenting her
breasts; he turned to Arkan and demanded:

" Tell the American Whore to lick my boots!  Tell her!"

Arkan smiled, " Excellent General, you have the heart of a sadist".
Then, switching to English, he said, " VALKYRIE!, lick his boots,
whore!"

The agonized Valkyrie looked up at him and then at the General.  The
pain from her stretched breasts was consuming her; she had no heart
left to defy these men.  When the General loosened his grip on the
lines attached to her nipples, she bent forward at the waist and
brought her face down to the level of the man's highly polished boots.
Valkyrie could see a distorted reflection of her face in the toe of
the boot.  She closed her eyes and reached out with her tongue.  She
felt it touch the leather of his boots; the leather tasted bitter to
her tongue.  Hating herself, she began to lick, covering the toe with
her saliva.  When she had slobbered enough over that toe, the General
nudged her to the other boot with the wet leather of his boot. Again,
Valkyrie went through the humiliation of licking the man's boot.  She
had almost finished making the toe of that boot shiny with her saliva
when the General suddenly jerked  her up.  He used the lines attached
to her breasts to pull her up. Valkyrie screamed at the sudden pain.
She tried to get to her feet, but the line around her neck stopped
her. She fell back to her knees before the General.  Imitating Arkan,
he used one hand to hold her by her short blonde hair as the other
hand guided his cock into her half open mouth.  In her fear and anger,
Valkyrie thought about biting his cock off!  but she was afraid.  She
did not resist as he forced his cock into her mouth, allowing him to
thrust it down her throat.  Her mind told her to bite down, to strike
back at them.  She tried to make her jaw clamp down and bite off the
man's cock.  She could not make herself do it.  They had  broken her.
She was afraid- afraid of dying and afraid of not dying if she did it.
Shocked at the depths to which she had fallen, she submitted passively
to the man's cock.  He used her hair to force her mouth back and forth
on his cock, making her mouth fuck his cock.  Valkyrie was gagging
with each thrust as the cock rode over her tongue and its head struck
her pharynx. She struggle for breath as he brutally fucked her mouth,
barely drawing enough oxygen from around his cock to keep from
suffocating. All Valkyrie could see was the man's hairy crotch
pressing against and retreating from her face. All she could think
about was how this cock in her mouth had been inside her ass just
moments before. Mercifully, she could not understand the words the man
raping her was screaming out.

"SUCK ME WHORE!   TAKE MY COCK..TAKE ALL OF IT YOU WHORE..
.FEEL A REAL MAN'S COCK..A SERB'S.. I AM THE  WINNER HERE..
YOU ARE NOTHING, YOU FILTHY AMERICAN,.FEEL MY POWER!"

Her whole world was now reduced to just the cock raping her mouth and
the hairy loins around it.  Valkyrie moved her tongue, using it to
caresses the sensitive underside of the man's cock.  She was trying to
speed his climax, to escape the brutal rape of her mouth even at the
cost of pleasing his man.  Regardless, the man's cock continued to
thrust in and out of her mouth, raping her throat as if it were her
cunt. The General held Valkyrie by her hair as he fucked into her
mouth, bruising the woman's lips with his powerful strokes.  Her
strangled  grunts and the liquid sounds his cock made as it traveled
in and out of her mouth were the only counterparts to the grunts of
the gray haired, heavy set General.  Valkyrie felt helpless as she
knelt there, her sweat soaked, muscular body held immobile by his hand
in her hair.  On and on the cock raped her mouth in a seemingly
unending, machinelike motion.  Valkyrie's mind lost track of the time
as she struggle to breath.  Suddenly, the man stopped fucking her
mouth; instead he held his cock in his fist with its head almost
touching the soft, sweaty skin of her chin.  He pumped it once, then
twice, before it began spewing his hot, sticky white cum over her
face.  The substance covered her chin and cheeks, squirted into her
gasping mouth, and even shot into her eyes and onto her forehead.  He
covered her entire face with his cum, leaving her with a white mask.
When the burning cum stopped hitting her face, Valkyrie dared to look
up into the man's face.  What she saw before she dropped her gaze was
terrifying; the man's face was a mask of hate glaring silently down at
her.  He did not put away his cock.  He continued to stroke it as he
stared down at her.  Without warning, another burst of hot liquid hit
her face.  It was a moment before Valkyrie realized that the burning,
foul smelling liquid was not more of his cum.  It was his urine!  He
was pissing on her face!  Laughing, he directed the stream across her
cum covered face, washing the cum away so that it mixed with the piss;
the vile combination ran off her face and down onto her breasts and
torso to fall onto the cold concrete.  Valkyrie could not move; her
shock was total.  She could only crouch there helpless, his fist in
her hair, as he pissed in her face.  Her humiliation was complete; the
man was using her as his toilet.  Valkyrie did not think she could
sink any lower. The man's cum already filled her ass; now her face was
covered with his cum and piss.  She wanted to die!

Beside her Arkan was still fucking Bobbie's mouth.  He continued to
torment her by thrusting his cock down her throat, cutting off her
air, until she was about to pass out from the lack of oxygen.  Then he
would withdraw his cock just enough to allow her to breath- for a few
seconds- before he began suffocating her again with his cock.
Crouching at his feet, Bobbie gagged and whimpered helplessly.  Arkan
continued to torture her nipple even now, as a result of which her
right nipple had swollen to twice the size of  its twin. As he watched
the General rape Valkyrie's mouth and then cum all over her face, his
slow thrusts picked up speed.  When he saw the General piss on the
proud woman's face, Arkan could not hold himself back any longer.  He
thrust his cock into her throat one more time and then pulled out to
empty himself on Bobbie's upturned, panic stricken face.  He covered
the young flyer's face with his cum, coating her chin and cheeks with
the sticky white substance as she gasped frantically for breath.  Then
he stepped back; the two female flyers exchanged fearful glances at
each others faces, covered as they were with the men's spendings,
wondering fearfully what more these men would do to them..

"Excellent work, General!  Excellent! You really know how to put a
woman in her place.  Do you mind if I borrow her for a small task?"
Without waiting for an answer, he switched to English and told
Valkyrie, " I want you to lick your friend's face clean.  Or would you
rather go back to hanging from the ceiling while my men fuck you?"

Obediently, Valkyrie leaned over to Bobbie.  For a moment, she stared
in revulsion at the cum covering Bobbie's face.  Then a jerk on her
nipple wires overcame her reluctance, and she began to lick Bobbie.
Slowly, she cleaned the younger woman's face, inch by painful inch, of
the sticky cum.  Bobbie remained motionless as Val's tongue worked
over her face, her eyes never leaving Val's. The delicate sensation of
Val's tongue licking her skin  made Bobbie squirm, exciting her
sexually despite all she had been through.  Even the strong odor of
urine clinging to Valkyrie's face did not disturb her pleasure in
Val's touch.  For Valkyrie, the task was very distasteful and made
more so by the obvious expression of pleasure on Bobbie's face.  That
was worse than the foul taste of Arkan's cum covering Bobbie's face.
Controlling her anger, Valkyrie continued until she had licked and
swallowed every bit of Arkan's cum, leaving Bobbie's smooth face clean
and shiny with her saliva.

The two men had one final indignity for Valkyrie.   They forced both
her and Bobbie to stretch out on the floor facing each other.  Using
the ropes still around both their necks, Arkan pulled their faces into
each other cunts.  He brought the running end of the rope over their
heads and tied it to the other woman's bound arms.  Then the men tied
each woman's feet tightly together, trapping their heads in each
other's crotches.  Valkyrie's face was pressed against Bobbie's cunt,
which was  still dripping cum from the earlier gang rapes.  Bobbie's
face was similarly nestled against Valkyrie's cum and piss covered
cunt.  Valkyrie recoiled at the smell and taste of Bobbie's cunt.
Reluctantly, she accepted that she would have to endure this perverse
arrangement.  Then she felt the light touch of Bobbie's tongue on her
cunt.  She could not believe this!  How could she have taken Bobbie
under her wing,  lived in the same room even, with this pervert.
Frantically, she tried to protest, to order Bobbie to stop.  But her
words were muffled by Bobbie's cunt; nothing came out except
indistinct sounds. Valkyrie felt as if she were being raped again-
this time by Bobbie!  In her mind she cried out for an end to these
assaults.  Struggling as best she could within the confines of her
perverse bondage, Valkyrie tried to scream out "NO..LEAVE ME ALONE"!
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                                                   end part 3/6





From conwic@aol.com Fri Jun 13 19:32:51 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: REVISED: Female POW2 4/6 (M/F,F/F,NC,humiliation,rape,bondage,WS)
From: conwic@aol.com
Date: Fri, 13 Jun 1997 23:32:51 GMT
--------
DISCLAIMER: This story includes descriptions of rape, torture, and
bondage.  If such descriptions offend you, DO NOT READ THIS STORY!  If
you are under twenty-one years of age, DO NOT READ THIS STORY!  This
is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or
dead, is purely coincidental.  This work may be reproduced and
distributed electronically where the laws allow so long as it is not
changed in any way and authorship is acknowledged.  I would like to
thank those who have helped me with the writing of this story through
their constructive criticism and suggestions.  Comments from readers
are welcome; flames will be ignored.  

***********************************************************
       NIGHTMARE IN BOSNIA  Part 4(REVISED)
                          by conwic@aol.com

The tall, gaunt figure of Alexander Petrovic sat on his chair outside
Arkan's office and sharpened his knife. That was what he did now that
there was no fighting; he sharpened his knife, and he drank.  He was
bored and frustrated, just like he had been before the war- before
Arkan had found him..  While the fighting had been going on, Alexander
had a place and a purpose.  Despite his slender build, he had been
Arkan's best killer, especially adapt when the victim was a bound
prisoner helplessly waiting to have his throat cut like a hog in a
slaughterhouse.  Now he was just another one of Arkan's bodyguards,
though not one Arkan cared to be seen with in public.  

  After allowing Valkyrie and Bobbie two days in their separate rooms
to recover, Arkan had decided to give the two women a sample of  the
life of the Serbs' other female captives, the Moslem and Croatian
women in the rape camp occupying the top two floors of Arkan's hotel
headquarters.  Alexander had been told to see to it, for Alexander had
a "way" with women, a "way" based on his apparent unrelenting hatred
of anything female.  After their breakfast- two slices of stale
bread-he prepared Bobbie for her morning's work.  Then he took
Valkyrie to work in the soldiers' living quarters.  Alexander took her
to the second floor and paired her with an older woman.  They made a
strange couple.  The slender, older woman, who was half Valkyrie's
height and weight  with a nap of the neck length bob of reddish brown
hair, was dressed in the ruins of what had once been a stylish blue
business suit while Valkyrie, her short, blonde hair matted and
tangled, had been given a size- too- small T shirt and some man's
cast-off camouflaged pants to replace her destroyed flight suit. Both
were barefoot. Valkyrie noted with a sad surprise the bulging stomach
of the petite older woman, clearly visible under the ruins of her
suit. The thought of  bearing the child of her rapists sent a shudder
up her spine.  She knew that she had not taken any birth control pills
since she was shot down; though she had lost track of time, she also
knew her body was telling her that she was near ovulation. Her mind
occupied with these unhappy thoughts, Valkyrie followed as the large,
slovenly looking soldier led them to one of the common bathrooms on
the floor.   When Alexander opened the door the stench was appalling-
a combination of vomit and shit which overflowed the toilet and
covered the floor.  He pointed to the corner where their cleaning
equipment rested, a pile of rags and a bucket.  Then the sullen
Alexander took his place outside the door on a wooden chair, a bottle
of plum brandy never leaving his left hand as he mechanically stropped
his large knife against the leather of his boot with his right hand.

Valkyrie stared helplessly at the filth surrounding her, appalled at
her task. The smaller woman exhibited no such hesitation; she calmly
picked up the bucket,  filled it in the tub, and began to clean.
Reluctantly, Valkyrie joined her on her knees on the feces encrusted
floor and began to pick at the filth with her wet rag. 

Alexander stared suspiciously at the two of them, the Croatian lawyer
bitch and the big American slut, as they worked.  He heartily approved
of Arkan's policy of cleansing Serbian soil of such foreign filth as
the once arrogant female lawyer.  To him, these women were the willing
allies of the Turski neprijatelj, the Moslem enemy, which had
threatened Serbia for centuries. It was women such as these who were
trying to destroy the Serbs traditional way of life, to emasculate the
Serb's manhood which was the source of Serbia's strength.  He had
suffered enough under such "modern" women to know how evil they were.
Hadn't it been a woman judge who had sent him to jail and cost him his
position at the school.  Well, he thought, this lawyer bitch had
learned her lesson; she was the best behaved whore they had.  He
smiled as he thought of how they had taught her that the only things
she was good for were fucking and cleaning and bearing strong Serb
children.  He would see that the American slut learned the same thing.
The thought made him smile again; the unaccustomed expression gave his
clean shaven face an unpleasant resemblance to a grinning skull.  

Valkyrie worked the wet but soapless rag against the dried shit and
vomit caked around  one side of the base of the single toilet while
the other woman worked on the opposite side. She could not help
gagging repeatedly from the stench;  nor could she help feeling sorry
for herself. Capture, rape, torture, and now degrading, menial labor
had stripped Valkyrie of her pride and her self assurance.  She was an
empty shell of her former self.  No longer the self assured woman
fighter pilot, now she felt and acted like a frightened victim,
exactly the sort of woman she had formerly held in contempt.  All that
she had left now was her hatred.  Silently, she worked.  As she
worked, she could feel the filth coating her hands and penetrating
under her fingernails, covering her with the stench of her rapists'
excretions.  Tears trickled down her face as she worked.

"Americakana?", came in a faint whisper.  Valkyrie kept her head down,
too frightened to respond to the whisper from the other woman.

"Are you Arkan's ..flyer?', came the whisper again.  

Cautiously, Valkyrie looked out of the corner of her eye to see the
older woman smiling encouragingly at her.  Carefully, Valkyrie nodded,
reluctant to even speak for fear of attracting the guard's attention.

"You are right to be afraid of them.  They hate us.  They will destroy
you if you let them."

"Fuck!", Valkyrie softly swore, " How am I going to stop them.
They've already raped me!"

"They rape us all.  They rape any women who look them in the eye. They
hate any one..but mostly woman.. that is smarter,  richer, or better
than they.  It hurt their pride!  But you can no fight them....no
openly.  You must do what they tell you but keep some of you hidden
away, safe from fists and penises.  Then you survive.  If no, you go
crazy!"

Valkyrie stared at her, unsure what to say in response.  She wanted to
tell the older woman of her anger, of how helpless she felt when they
raped her.  She wanted to tell her about how much she longed to strike
back, to hurt someone for what had been done to her. She also wanted
to laugh. Was the woman crazy, she wondered.  How could she keep
anything hidden from these monsters.  They had already stripped her of
everything she had and turned her inside out.  She was about to tell
the women that she was a fool when the guard intervened.

"REDITI!", Alexander shouted at the two, ordering them to work.
Afraid that they were somehow conspiring,  he left his chair and
bottle to stand above the women, letting them know that he knew what
they were doing,  that he was not to be fooled.

Inch by degrading inch, the two women cleaned the floor, bloodying
their fingers as they scrubbed until the floor was spotless.  As they
labored, Alexander stood above them.  When they had finished, he
shoved them together at the front of the commode.  He smiled down at
them as he opened his pants.  With his knife still dangling from his
right hand, Alexander extracted his cock with his left,  pointed it at
Valkyrie's face, and  pantomimed for her to service his cock with her
mouth.  Reluctantly, Valkyrie did as he ordered, taking two thirds of
his long, strong smelling penis inside her mouth in order to suck on
it as she ran her tongue along the sensitive underside of the cock.
Desperately, the once proud pilot tried to bring the man off with her
mouth, her head bobbing up and down on his cock as she sucked on him
whorishly, loud, wet sounds coming from her mouth and her salvia
dripping from her open mouth down the shaft of his cock.  Alexander
did not last long.  He grabbed her short, blonde hair in one hand  to
hold her face against his groin as he came, filling her mouth with
large amounts of his hot cum which Valkyrie had no choice but to
swallow.  When he was finished cumming, he held her face a few inches
from her face and smiled down at her.  Taking his cock in one hand, he
pointed it at her face and began to piss.   A stream of hot, yellow
piss hit Valkyrie in her face, stunning her with the sheer humiliation
of such an act. He sprayed both the women, covering their faces and
hair with his stinking yellow fluid.  When he finished, both women
were drenched in his warm piss and were kneeling in a pool of it.
Throughout it all, Valkyrie had not moved.  Her mind was in shock;
she could only stare up at the grinning man towering above her.

"RADITI!'

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While Valkyrie was busy in the soldiers' latrine, Bobbie was also hard
at work on her back.  At Arkan's direction Alexander had put her name
on the women's duty rooster for that morning, which meant that she
would have to "service" at least six soldiers before noon. The
soldiers would enter the floor and  have their names checked against a
rooster by one of two sergeants sitting at a rickety desk by the stair
well.  If they were on the list, the time was noted beside their name
and they were allowed to wander the hall until they had chosen a
woman.  They had thirty minutes before an NCO would come looking for
them.  Selection was simple. If the door to a woman's room was open,
the woman within was available;  if not, she was already being used by
another soldier.  

Most of the women worked without bonds, but Alexander had tied Bobbie
on her back on top of her bed.  She was nude.  Her hands were tied
elbow to elbow behind her back, forcing her to lay on them in an
uncomfortable half recline.  A rope was tied around her neck and
secured to the metal head of the cot.  Her legs were spread  and
forced back until her knees almost touched her cone shaped breasts.
Then they were bound to the metal frame with one rope to the head of
the bed to keep her feet up and another rope to the metal frame
directly beneath her feet to keep them spread, leaving her sex
exposed, vulnerable, and defenseless.  She was positioned so that her
once pristine- now swollen, red, and open- vagina was on display to
anyone looking in the open door.  In fact, all the charms of the
athletic, boyish young flyer were clearly displayed as she laid there
exposed to the stares of horny soldiers clustering around the open
door.  Most noticeable were her pert breasts, their perfect cone shape
intact even as she lay there on her back with their large red nipples
hardening involuntarily in the cold air so that her nipples stood
straight up like twin nose cones.  From her tear stained face to her
athletically muscular legs, Bobbie's body radiated a clean cut
sexuality which had not been seen inside these walls in a long time.
The effect she had on the soldiers was electric. From 9 AM on,
Bobbie's room was visited by a steady stream of men.  There were so
many that they soon formed a line outside the door.  After the first
man, the others did not even bother to close the door, but left it
open so their waiting comrades could watch and shout encouragement to
the man on top of Bobbie.  Man after man used her body to relieve
themselves, brutally mounting her and thrusting into her open cunt.
Some used her perfect breasts for handles; others simply lay hunched
over on top of her, their breath hot against her cheek as they kissed
and licked her face. Bobbie tried to close her eyes and think of
something else, of Val.  But the sound of the men- rutting, laughing,
and shouting obscenities- as much as their actual penetration breached
her meager defenses, humiliating her. The physical pain had receded
once the first man's spendings had lubricated her, but the humiliation
grew stronger with each man.  She could only lie there and endure as
the men used her cruelly, softly grunting when the thrusts were
especially brutal and quietly crying when they were not.  She lost
track of how many men had raped her.  They all merged into one large,
sweaty male body lying atop her's, the cock filling and stretching her
small vaginal passage as they pumped it into her. She could feel the
bed underneath her growing sodden from the cum dripping out of her
cunt.  Still the men came.

************************************************************************
While Valkyrie finished recleaning the toilet floor, Alexander sent
away the older woman.  When Valkyrie's task was completed, he stripped
her of her piss soaked clothes.  Forcing her face to the wall, he tied
her hands behind her back in a fashion new to her.  Each wrist was
bound; then the arm was forced up behind her back until her wrist was
just below her shoulder blades.  At that point, the other end of the
piece of rope was tied around her neck, forcing her to keep her hand
uncomfortably high in her back or choke herself. When Alexander was
satisfied that each arm was tied securely, he ran his hands over
Valkyrie's muscular body, sending a new shiver of fear through her.
Valkyrie braced herself for another rape; instead, the man led her
back to the floor where she was being kept.  Rather than taking her to
her room, he led her to another room, one whose door was open.

Inside she saw a  woman lying on the bed, her arm across her face as
if to shield herself from her surroundings. Valkyrie saw without
surprise that the woman was nude, her mature body showing bruises
around her large breasts and the insides of her thighs. Her body had,
Valkyrie could see, been voluptuous but was now thinning noticeably,
save for her breasts. The woman let her arm drop and stared at them
indifferently. The woman's Slavic face with its thick sensuous lips
and  high cheek bones framed by long almost black hair retained its
sexual allure despite the emptiness of her expression. She was
unbound, and, Valkyrie saw, her room contained a number of amenities
such as the dresser and a warm housecoat which Valkyrie had been
denied.

"Hajdemo, lud!", Alexander yelled as he kicked the bed.

At Alexander's direction the seemingly indifferent  woman slowly
spread her legs to reveal a hairy cunt, indicating that she was
Croatian rather than Moslem, which was covered with traces of the men
whom she had serviced earlier.  Valkyrie realized with a sinking
feeling what came next.  Alexander smilingly confirmed her fears as he
pointed at the woman's hairy cunt and ordered, " RADITI! " -get to
work.

Valkyrie knelt on the bed and bent down to position her mouth at the
level of the other woman's cunt, almost choking herself in the process
as her arms pulled back on the ropes around her neck when she knelt.
Desperately, she struggled to keep her arms elevated so she could
breath.  She was so close that she could smell the woman's unwashed
sex as well as the leavenings of the men who had fucked her.  Valkyrie
was repelled by the sight and smell of the other woman's sex; the idea
of licking the woman's cunt made her sick at her stomach.  She
hesitated until Alexander grabbed her arms and used them to force her
face into the other woman's hairy cunt.

"Dobro, zar ne?"  Alexander laughed as he rubbed her face in the hair
and the cum.  He held her into the woman's cunt by her arms and used
two of the fingers of his other hand to invade her asshole, hooking
his fingers inside Valkyrie and squeezing to encourage her to use her
tongue.  Already Valkyrie's arms were tired and had begun to drop.
The ropes around her neck tightened, slowly choking her.  Valkyrie
gasp frantically for air, sucking the other woman's cum saturated
pubic hair into her mouth as she struggled to suck in the precious
air, inadvertently spreading the strong taste of the woman's ripe cunt
onto her tongue and its sensitive taste buds.  Just as her mind began
to go black, Alexander held her arms up with one of his powerful
hands, relieving the pressure on the rope around Valkyrie's neck and
allowing her to breath.  At the same time the fingers of Alexander's
other hand thrust deeper into Valkyrie, fucking her manually as she
sputtered and choked on the overpowering taste of the other woman.
Accepting her fate, Valkyrie put out her tongue and began to lick the
intermingled hair and cum covering the other woman's cunt. Outside,
her face was set in a grimace. Inside, Valkyrie was being torn apart.
The humiliation and anger threatened to overwhelm her; she was- to her
disgust- licking cunt!  

************************************************************************
Two rooms down the hall, Bobbie was being raped by the tenth man in
the last two hours.   When the cum saturated her open sex until it
literally ran out of her in a stream, the men had shifted their
attention to Bobbie's mouth. Straddling her chest, the man was using
his grip on her short, mop of brunette hair to propel her open mouth
back and forth over his cock.  Bobbie looked like hell!  Her body was
drenched in sweat, both her own and that of the men who had been on
top of her, as well as in the whitish cum of her attackers.  The cum
covered the junction of her legs and large parts of her face; isolated
drops of the white scum had been splattered over her stomach, breasts,
and even into her hair.  Bobbie's hair was also drenched in her sweat
so that it covered her head like a damp, dark helmet. The skin of her
breasts was red from the rough handling to which they had been
subjected, her nipples elongated and sore from the pulling and
pinching.  Her eyes were open but unseeing as her head was rocked back
and forth by the man on top of her, his cock making her gag as each of
its thrusts penetrated her mouth to batter against the opening to her
throat.

*********************************************************************
Slowly, methodically Valkyrie licked the woman's cunt, her mind trying
to deny what her body was doing. As the Serbian guard reamed her
asshole, she used the flat of her tongue to stimulate the other
woman's clit, hidden as it was in a forest of wiry pubic hair.  She
tried not to breath; the overpowering smell- a mixture of the woman's
unwashed cunt and the soldiers' cum-  threatened to gag her with every
breath she took. To Valkyrie's amazement, the woman began to buck and
press against her face.  The woman had begun to enjoy this; for the
first time since she had been brought here after the destruction of
her village more than a year ago, she was receiving pleasure rather
than pain from sex. A survivor by choice, she docilely gave herself to
Arkan's men in order to stay alive.  Here was an opportunity for her
to be the sexual predator, and she meant to seize that opportunity.
She caught Valkyrie's head between her thighs and held it against her,
forcing the flyer's nose against her clit and pushing Valkyrie's mouth
lower,  making Valkyrie concentrate her attention on the woman's cunt
lips and the mouth of her cunt.  Trapped between the two, Valkyrie
could only comply with the woman's obvious if unspoken desires and
bury her tongue inside the cum flicked cunt.  Barely able to breath,
Valkyrie licked madly. She feared that if she didn't bring the woman
off quickly, she would literally drown in the woman's fluids.  There
was so much- and it was so strong tasting- that Valkyrie feared the
woman had also lost control of her bladder in her excitement.
Valkyrie was forced to swallow seemingly great quantities of these
foul fluids to avoid choking.  It took what seemed to Valkyrie an
eternity until the woman stiffened and climaxed.

When Valkyrie had finished satisfying the Croatian woman, Alexander
led her to the next room.   This woman had just been fucked; the
drunken soldier was still in the room, putting on his pants. Unlike
the first woman, this one's wrists had been chained to the narrow,
dirty bed.  She was a new- and popular- "acquisition", it had been
only a week since her capture in the attack on the village near Brcko.
She was younger than the first woman, maybe twenty or so, with short
black hair and a slender, but well developed body.  Valkyrie thought
that she looked familiar, almost like a younger Bobbie.  She saw that
the girl's pale white skin was covered with fading purple bruises,
this time around her thighs and on her arms.  She was shaven, marking
her as a Moslem.  She seemed so young and vulnerable to Val, like
someone who should be hanging out at a mall with her friends instead
of being an inmate in a brothel.  Without any preliminaries, Alexander
thrust Valkyrie's face into the bare, cum encrusted cunt and once
again shouted, "RADITI!".  Externally resigned to her humiliation but
seething inside, Valkyrie complied.  She pressed her face into the new
woman's cunt and thrust out her tongue, running it over the swollen,
red lips of her vagina.  Unlike the first woman, this one did not
respond to Valkyrie's tongue.  The young woman lay silent and
unmoving, almost catatonic, as Valkyrie licked her vulva clean.  The
woman's apparent indifference to what Val was doing made Valkyrie feel
even more degraded; now it was as if she were the aggressor.  When she
had done enough to satisfy Alexander, Val was led to yet another room
and forced to service another of the captive whores.  On and on it
went, her anger and humiliation growing as Valkyrie was forced to
service the heavily used cunts of six of the captive women.  Through
it all, Alexander used her bound arms as a lever to force her to
cooperate.  Whenever her oral ministrations were not sufficiently
vigorous, he would lower her fatigued arms,  slowly choking her as the
ropes tightened with each inch he lowered them.  Valkyrie could only
respond by thrusting her face into the cunt before her and making loud
sucking sounds until Alexander was satisfied and raised her arms
again. Finally she was led through one more open door.

Inside, Valkyrie found Arkan standing by the figure of a woman spread
out on a narrow cot positioned like a frog waiting to be dissected.
His presence sent a shudder of  fear- and hatred- through her.
Instinctively, she bowed her head submissively. Valkyrie did not at
first recognize the woman on the bed.  Only when Arkan held up the
woman's head- the normally dark hair now almost white with the cum of
her rapists- did she realized that she was looking at Bobbie.
Valkyrie's horrified stare was draw to the junction of Bobbie's legs.
There below the young woman's yawning cunt opening was a pool of white
man cum spreading out on the dirty gray of the bedsheet like the ink
blot in a Rorschach test, a pool of cum still being fed by a thin
stream of the thick fluid trickling out of Bobbie.  Valkyrie was
appalled; she wanted to look away but could not. She had never seen
anything so ..sluttish!  She thought that Bobbie looked like a cheap
whore, a cumbucket.  Bobbie's red, manhandled breasts were marked by
large dried pools of the whitish man cum while her normally perky face
was covered by a solid sheet of the sticky, white scum.  Despite all
this, Bobbie's eyes were open and knowing as they stared back at Val;
her humiliation at having Valkyrie see her in this state apparent in
the wide, pleading eyes.  For a moment, Valkyrie wondered what Bobbie
saw when she looked at her.  Valkyrie knew that her nude body was
covered in sweat, she could feel the slime from a half dozen cunts
covering her face, and she could smell the stink of the guard's piss
all over her.  Valkyrie realized with a start that she must look like
a cheap whore too.  

"She is a real slut, isn't she!", Arkan laughed as he held Bobbie's
cum covered face up for Valkyrie's examination, "A few more times with
my men, and she will have a strong Serb son in her belly.  You stink
of the other whores' cunts!  I think that is what I will use you for
now, to clean the cunts of my whores every day after they serve my
Tigers. And I will put you to work serving my men too!  Then you will
have a Serb in your belly!  Does that thought please you, my big
American Navy whore?"

Valkyrie could not answer him.  While the thought of being forced to
lick other women's cunts was repugnant to her; the thought of carrying
her rapists' child was truly horrifying! But she knew that she could
not stop him from doing these things to her. She knew that she was too
afraid of this man to dare to defy him.  She would do as he ordered
despite her loathing of homosexuality and her fear of pregnancy. She
hated Arkan for what he was doing to her, and she hated herself for
her inability to stop him.  It was all she could do to nod her bowed
head in response.  She felt crushed, helpless even as her face burned
with her barely surpressed anger.

"Good, my little toilet slut!  You can clean this one up now," Arkan
ordered as he gestured to Bobbie.  "Start with the face and work down.
Then clean the bed, too."

Valkyrie knelt on the bed between Bobbie's widely spread legs and
leaned forward until her face was only inches from Bobbie's,
struggling the entire time to keep her bound arms up to avoid
tightening the rope around her neck and choking herself.  Valkyrie
closed her eyes as she reached out for Bobbie's face with her tongue.
She first experienced the stickiness of the men's cum which covered
her companion's chin; then she felt the warmth of the skin underneath
the cum. Slowly, she gathered the cum off of Bobbie's face with the
tip of her tongue and brought it back into her mouth.  Her taste buds
were overwhelmed by the bitter, masculine taste of the cum, so
different from the female secretions which covered her face.  Valkyrie
cleaned Bobbie's face of the Serbians' cum inch by humiliating inch,
keeping her eyes closed so that she did not have to look into the face
of her fellow flyer,  the woman she had thought of as her "kid sister"
before all this had happened.  The taste of humiliation was bitter in
her mouth, making her bile rise more than once as her mind turned over
the degradation and perversity of what she was doing. Her emotions
were confused, conflicted by the feelings this perverse contact with
Bobbie was generating.  As her tongue licked across Bobbie's soft
lips, the smaller flyer opened her mouth and moaned softly at the
touch of Valkyrie's tongue.  To Valkyrie's surprise and humiliation,
Bobbie flicked out her own tongue to meet Valkyrie's, sending an
electric shock through them both.  For a second, Valkyrie opened her
eyes to stare into Bobbie's. Then she shut them again as she tried to
close off the strange feelings washing through her.  Forced as she was
to lean over Bobbie, Valkyrie's heavy breasts rested lightly on
Bobbie's smaller cones, sending pleasant, but unwanted sensations
through Valkyrie as the sweaty, sensitive flesh rubbed together.  When
she had cleaned Bobbie's chin and lips and left them shiny with her
salvia, she moved downward to Bobbie's cum encrusted breasts.
Valkyrie licked the erect red nubs of Bobbie's nipples, feeling
Bobbie's  arousal and hating Bobbie- as well as herself- for it.  But
excited by it just the same.  From the nubs, Valkyrie worked her way
in a circular pattern around and down Bobbie's breasts, cleaning them
of the dried cum and then unhappily swallowing the mixture of cum and
her salvia which covered her tongue.

As Valkyrie licked across her face, Bobbie shivered with pleasure.
Even under these circumstances, the touch of Val's tongue and the
pressure of Val's large nipples against her smaller ones thrilled her
so much that she could not stop herself from becoming aroused.  After
the brutality of the previous hours, the soft touch of her fellow
flyer was so comforting.  Bobbie could not help responding,  kissing
Val as the other woman licked the cum off her lips even though she
sensed that such a kiss was repugnant to Valkyrie.  She wanted to
comfort Val; to tell her that it was all right.  But she was too
afraid to speak. Instead, she arched her back to offer more of her
breasts to Val's warm tongue.

Arkan smiled down at the sight of Valkyrie cleaning his soldiers cum
off of the smaller woman. He took another drink from Alexander's
bottle and then handed it back to the man.   The sight of Valkyrie's
heavy breasts, thrust out by the way her arms were tied behind her,
aroused him almost as much as the humiliation visible on Valkyrie's
strong face. He knew that he had to experience the big American's body
again.  He and Alexander pulled the bed away from the wall so that he
could stand at the head of the bed.  He repositioned Valkyrie on the
bed, turning her around so that she was facing Bobbie's feet instead
of her face and had her knees on either side of Bobbie's face with her
feet positioned on either side of the bed's metal head .  Positioning
himself behind Valkyrie, he unzipped his pants and extracted his very
erect cock.  As Valkyrie began again to work her way down Bobbie's
body from her sweat and cum covered stomach toward Bobbie's abused
cunt, he pressed his cock against the half open star of Valkyrie's
anus and slipped inside without resistance.  How very different from
the struggle to get inside her that first time, he thought as he slid
his cock deeper into her warm, still snug ass channel.  He felt her
tighten up as he penetrated deeper inside her, squeezing his cock.  He
controlled her- and kept the ropes from choking her before he was
finished with her- by grasping the ropes connecting her hands to her
neck with one of his ham like hands.  He used the other hand to reach
around the kneeling woman to her hanging breasts.  As Valkyrie's lips
reached Bobbie's cum saturated cunt, Arkan began to move inside her
ass, forcing her face against Bobbie's sex.  At the same time, he took
her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it,
pressing down with all his power until the swollen, red nub flattened
between his fingers.  Arkan could feel the pain traveling through her,
making her bowels grip his cock even tighter. 

Beneath him, Valkyrie licked at the cum covering Bobbie's crotch,
using the flat of her tongue to gather the white scum into her mouth.
As Bobbie wiggled in pleasure under the steady lapping of her tongue,
Valkyrie tried to close her mind to the degrading task she was being
forced to perform, the pain and humiliation of Arkan's sodomy, and his
torture of her swollen nipple.  As he thrust harder, Valkyrie began
moaning as she struggle to adjust to the deep, painful penetration of
her ass.  With the increasingly power of his thrusts, Valkyrie's face
was repeatedly forced into Bobbie's sensitive cunt, making breathing
ever more difficult.   Valkyrie was now running on automatic; her mind
consumed by the waves of pain coming from her ass.  Mindlessly, her
tongue ran up one side and down the other side of Bobbie's vulva,
licking away the rapists' cum, all  while she was being brutally
sodomized.  

Bobbie moaned and squirmed as Valkyrie's tongue caressed her swollen
inner lips and occasionally flicked over her clit.  Bobbie's hips were
making little circles on the cum sodden bedsheets, seeking more
contact with Valkyrie's warm, soft tongue.  She began bucking her
hips, trying to fuck Valkyrie's face with her hips, as she sought her
climax from Val's tongue.  Meanwhile, inches above her face was
Arkan's cock plowing in and out of the stretched star of Valkyrie's
asshole.  His rape of her asshole was forcing Valkyrie's cunt closer
to Bobbie's face until she could just reach the larger woman's
clitoris with  the tip of her tongue.  As Valkyrie licked her swollen,
sore cunt, she strained to lick Valkyrie's clit as she encouraged
Valkyrie, saying: 

"AHHH!....VAL....HARDER..PLEASEE!"

Bobbie was bucking harder now, using the friction of Valkyrie's face
hitting her sex as well as Valkyrie's tongue to push herself over the
edge.  Bobbie wanted to wrap both legs around Valkyrie's head, to open
herself to the woman's tongue as she tried to get Valkyrie's face
deeper into her cunt, but the ropes securing her feet frustratingly
stopped her.  Bobbie could only use the fleeting contact of Val's
tongue and face to push her slowly, painfully to her grunting,
screaming climax.

"AHHHH!...YES..AHHH.....VAL..YES...OH..OH...OHAAA!"

Above her, Arkan was sodomizing Valkyrie's  hot, open asshole with all
his strength, glorying in his degradation of the strong American flyer
whom he had determined to turn into a whore.  He wanted to laugh; this
was perfect!  Arkan turned to his man Alexander standing forgotten in
the corner with one hand pulling on his erect cock, and ordered him to
whip the American bitch while he fucked her. In a second, the man had
his belt out and was laying its folded length across Valkyrie's broad,
muscular back in painful strokes.  As he whipped her, Arkan thrust
hard into Valkyrie and barked:

"TAKE MY COCK WHORE.  FEEL THE WHIP...BITE YOUR LITTLE SLUT LOVER
..BITE HER  MAKE HER CUM...WHORE!  SHE SUCKED YOU BITCH!...NOW YOU
BITE HER AND LICK THE CUM OF MEN OUT OF HER LIKE THE WHORE YOU ARE!"

Valkyrie hesitated as the humiliation of the words' truth cut her as
deeply as the belt. But she was afraid to refuse. She knew Arkan would
make her obey; and he was right...She was a whore just like Bobbie...
a cunt lapping , cock sucking whore!  Arkan pulled her head back by
the noose around her neck and whispered into her ear,

"Do as I say whore! .  DO IT!"

When he let go of the noose, Valkyrie's face fell into her companion's
cunt.  She began to use her teeth on the smaller woman's cunt.  Driven
by her fear of Arkan, she tried to literally devour Bobbie's cum
stained cunt.  She gnawed at the sensitive cunt lips- hesitantly at
first and then with increasing violence as Arkan plowed into her
asshole and Alexander's belt exploded onto her back.  Each time he
pulled out of her ass in preparation for another stroke, Arkan pulled
Valkyrie's face out of Bobbie's vagina, painfully stretching Bobbie's
cunt lips as Val's teeth instinctively held on to the delicate cunt
lips.  Gasping for air and with her face covered by Bobbie's
secretions, Valkyrie blindly attacked the other woman's delicate cunt
lips as she endured Arkan's degrading anal rape.  Beneath her, Bobbie
screamed from the combination of pain and arousal Valkyrie was
inflicting on her.  The pain was real but sexual for the first time.
Instinctively, she began to return the brutal caresses, concentrated
on Valkyrie's large clit with her teeth since that clit was the only
part of Valkyrie's cunt the bound woman could reach.  Bobbie attacked
the erect finger of flesh with her front teeth and tongue, grabbing it
with her teeth and holding on as the tip of her tongue flicked back
and forth over the end of the nub.  Above them both, Arkan raped
Valkyrie's asshole, brutally fucking the nether opening as if it were
her cunt, his balls banging against Bobbie's forehead; He paused now
and then to savor the warm, tightness of her guts before returning to
the deep hard  fucking he preferred.  

"HARDER, YOU STINKING WHORE! ....... EAT HER HARDER  BITE HER!  EAT
HER HARDER...MAKE THE BITCH SCREAM, ..DO IT OR I'LL HAVE ALEXANDER CUT
YOUR NIPPLES OFF AND FEED THEM TO YOU!", shouted Arkan as he used his
cock to punish her, stabbing her with it as if he meant to impale her
heart on its length.  To emphasize the threat, he spoke a few words to
Alexander.  In a second, his knife was resting lightly against her
right nipple, drawing a single drop of blood as its tip gently lifted
the end of the nipple.

Valkyrie stiffened with fear, a fear which was rapidly directed into
anger toward the woman whom she blamed for getting her into this- for
all the abuse and humiliation she had suffered this afternoon.
Determined to hurt someone- anyone- for the pain she had suffered,
Valkyrie bit harder on Bobbie's sensitive cunt lips, drawing blood as
Bobbie arched her back and screamed in pain at this abuse of her sex.
Valkyrie could actually taste Bobbie's blood now, the coppery taste
cutting through the strong taste of the other woman's secretions and
overpowering the bitter taste of the men's leavings.  Valkyrie took
the sensitive flesh of Bobbie's cunt lips between her teeth and gnawed
on it, shaking her head like a dog with a rat.  Bobbie screamed from
the pain of Valkyrie's attack as her soft red inner lips were
stretched and torn. In an unthinking response, Bobbie attacked
Valkyrie's sex even harder with her teeth, biting into Val's large
clit until she drew blood. 

Alexander could not believe his eyes as he stared at this bizarre
spectacle. During the war, he had often played the Serbs' version of
patti-cake where two prisoners would be forced to trade blows until
one was beaten unconscious.  But he had never seen anything so
erotically brutal as this-forcing two captive women to attack each
other's genitals with their teeth.  He watched as his laughing patron
sodomized the muscular American woman, brutally penetrating her
strong, sweaty body.  As Arkan raped her ass, Valkyrie attacked her
friend's cunt lips with her teeth, actually drawing blood.  Beneath
her, the boyish brunette was wildly trying to escape her friend's
attack while at the same time punishing her friend's clit with her
teeth.  Now both looked to be actually climaxing from this brutal
mutual abuse!  He stared down at  them in amazement, forgetting for
the moment to use his belt on Valkyrie's muscular back, which was
already a bright red from the beating he had delivered to it.

 For a moment the two women attacked each other's sex like feuding
wolves, their mutual cries of pain bringing a laugh from Arkan's
smiling mouth.   As the pain washed over Valkyrie from the attack on
her sex - one which she feared would rip open her clit - and as the
salty, coppery taste of Bobbie's blood filled her mouth, the anger
which Valkyrie had been holding inside her since her capture receded.
The rage washed over her and out of her mind like the retreating tide.
Valkyrie was finally able to accept her helplessness, her lack of
control, in the face of her captivity.  Now she could finally stop
venting her rage on the only person more helpless than she- Bobbie.
Freed of her need to hurt Bobbie though still fearful of Arkan, she
continued to appear to attack Bobbie's cunt lips.  Though now she was
actually sucking the torn cunt lips into her mouth and licking them
rather than using her teeth on the sensitive flesh.  Valkyrie pressed
her face into her friend's cunt and concentrated on soothing the
injuries she had inflicted at Arkan's command, licking and gently
kneeling the other woman's soft cunt lips . Perversely, the pain had
already driven Bobbie to the edge of her climax; now she came in
violent shakes as she felt Val sucking  and caressing her sensitive
cunt lips with her soft tongue.  A gush of her juices poured out of
her cunt into Valkyrie's mouth, washing away the taste of blood. For
the first time in her life, Valkyrie responded to the taste of another
woman with an intense arousal.  When Bobbie began to respond in kind
to Valkyrie's caresses, gently sucking and licking Valkyrie's clit;
Valkyrie's cunt responded as well, covering Bobbie's face with her
lubricants.  Bobbie could still taste the coppery flavor of Val's
blood on that clit, but now she began to taste something else- her
friend's love juices- as Valkyrie became more and more aroused by
Bobbie's tongue.  Wrenching her head forward, Bobbie drew the entire
finger size nub of Valkyrie's clitoris into her mouth and licked away
the pain, driving her friend toward an intense climax .  The two women
were oblivious to the men abusing them as they made love to each other
for the first time.  In seconds, Valkyrie began shaking, her body
convulsing as Bobbie's tongue set off her first lesbian climax-
despite the brutal pain of Arkan's attack on Val's asshole.  

Arkan lasted as long as he could; but the tight warmth of Valkyrie's
ass and the image of Valkyrie torturing her friend's cunt had driven
him to the brink of his climax despite his efforts to hold it off.
The convulsions of Valkyrie's body as she came drove him over that
brink and into his own world of pleasure.  Despite the power of his
own climax, he saw what the two women were doing.  Even as he came,
filling Valkyrie's bowels again with the now familiar flood of hot
cum, he was thinking about this change in their relationship and about
how it could be used to his advantage.  

Arkan withdrew from Valkyrie's asshole, leaving a thin trail of his
cum to run down her leg and fall on Bobbie's moaning face.  Valkyrie
began to slow down her oral stimulation of Bobbie.  Regretting all she
had done to hurt her friend, she comforted poor Bobbie's abused cunt
by gently licking the bleeding cunt lips with her tongue, swallowing
great quantities of Bobbie's secretions in the process with apparent
relish.  Like a cat comforting its kitten, she tried to lick away the
pain she had inflicted on Bobbie.  Bobbie's response was identical.
She tried to lick away Val's pain by caressing her clit softly with
her tongue.  In addition, she used wide swipes of her tongue to
collect and savor the strong flavored cunt juices of her blonde
friend.  Within seconds, both the woman's cunts were dripping like
faucets with their secretions as their hips moved in small circles in
against each other's faces, seeking  the comforting touch of the
other's lips.

A muffled "Oh Bobbie...mmmm.... Bobbie.. I'm sorry....Bobbie, . I
didn't mean to hurt you." came from Valkyrie as she lifted her lips
from her friend's sex for a second before plunging back into the wet
folds again.

Bobbie continued to caress Valkyrie's clit with the tip of her tongue,
making delicate circles around the now angry red knob as a peace
offering.   Bobbie could smell the evidence of Valkyrie's climax and
her continued arousal despite the trickle of man cum which
occasionally got in the way.   Thrilled at the words she heard, Bobbie
concentrated on Valkyrie's clit in response, so happy she was unable
to speak.

Sardonically amused, Arkan watched Valkyrie and Bobbie comforting each
other for a moment before telling Alexander,  "That is enough.  Take
the big one back to her room.  Keep them separated; that is enough
kiss and make up for now.  Let another five or six of the men have the
little one; then close her door for the day.  Tomorrow let the big one
satisfy the men after she has cleaned the other whores' cunts.  Let
the little one alone tomorrow.  And feed them both some sweet
potatoes; they'll need their strength."

***********************************************************************
Later, alone in her small bare room, a bound Valkyrie tried to find
sleep without much success. It was not the dull pain in her rear from
Arkan's rape; she was used to that by now.  Nor was it the awful
memory of how Alexander had used her, forced her to lick his unwashed
cock, balls, and even asshole, before he raped her with a wooden club.
It was the realization of how poorly she had treated Bobbie since
their capture that kept her from sleeping.  The anger inside her was
gone; instead, she felt shamed at the way she had tried to push Bobbie
away.  She finally understood that they needed physical contact with
each other, that it was not wrong to comfort each other in this
man-made hell.  Their shared experience had forged a bond- a love-
between them which was stronger than any conventional love.  It was
not, she decided, wrong to express that love.

Two rooms away, a strangely happy Bobbie - bound spread-eagle on the
bed and again awash in the spendings of Arkan's thugs- also tried to
sleep.  Despite her exhaustion, the sleep would not come.  She kept
running through her head the words Val had said and the way Val had
licked her.  Her unspoken love for Val had been the one thing she had
to cling to in this hellhole, her one strength.  With Val finally
accepting that, Bobbie felt as if she could endure even lost in this
foreign hell.   She had feared she would go mad if she had to face her
captivity alone.  But now, she thought, with Val with me maybe somehow
it will come out all right.


**********************************************************************
Two floors away, a smiling Arkan was considering the same situation
with very different feelings.  As much as he was enjoying humiliating
the two Americans, he knew that time was running out.  Soon, even the
American CIA would know that the two flyers were here.  He had to get
rid of them before then, he decided.  He'd had his pleasure with them,
the film of Bobbie being raped by the Moslem fighters had worked to
sour relations between the Americans and the Bosnian Turks and turn
suspicion from him, and because of his film of Valkyrie and General
Milosadic, he had the tanks he wanted.  He wondered if one more
advantage might not be wrung from his possession of the two women
before he killed them.  After all, he still had the film of his men
raping Valkyrie that day in the barn.  How, he mused, could he use
this to his advantage.  From his experience in the black market, he
knew that there must be some way to turn a profit on such an item.  To
aid in his thoughts, he extracted the tape in question from his safe
and put it in his machine.  The image of a screaming Valkyrie being
sodomized as she hung suspended from the beam materialized on the
screen.  A somber Arkan stared at it, deep in thought.  By the time
the seventh man had finished attacking Valkyrie, a smile crossed his
face.  He had an idea.
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                                                          END PART 4
of 6





From conwic@aol.com Fri Jun 13 19:37:59 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: NEW: Female POW2 5/6  (M+/FF, NC,rape,humiliation, fist)
From: conwic@aol.com
Date: Fri, 13 Jun 1997 23:37:59 GMT
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DISCLAIMERS: This story includes descriptions of rape, bondage, and
torture. If descriptions of such activities offend you, DO NOT READ
THIS STORY!  If you are under twenty-one years of age, DO NOT READ
THIS STORY!  This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to actual
persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  This story may  be
reproduced and distributed electronically where the laws allow so long
as it is not changed in any way and authorship is acknowledged. I
welcome comments and suggestions from readers. All flames will be
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        FEMALE POW 2  NIGHTMARE IN BOSNIA   Part 5
                    by conwic@aol.com


The unforeseen fruits of Arkan's idea appeared a week later during a
meeting at the White House between the President and the American
ambassador to Italy.

"Ah am confused, Mr. Ambassador!  Tell me again how you came by this
tape."

"Well Mr. President, as you no doubt know I am - I have to be of
course as ambassador- friendly with many of the government ministers.
Occasionally, I attend very private parties given by some of the
ministers, purely to discuss matters of interest to our government, of
course. Well, you are no doubt aware of the ...proclivities of some
member of the government from the rather unfortunate scandals which
have plagued this Administration. I mean, the Italian Government, of
course.  I saw the film at one of these parties.  I thought I
recognized the woman in it as one of the Navy flyers who was shot down
in Bosnia, Lieutenant Volksrye. Not knowing what else to do, I told
the minister- I trust his name will not come into this- that I wanted
a copy of the movie for myself.  He was kind enough to put me in
contact with someone who put me in contact with someone else.   To be
brief, I bought the tape from a man I have reason to believe was a
member of the Mafia.

"Mafia?  How'd they come into this?"

Well, Mr. President, I understand from the DEA liaison agent at my
embassy that there is a close connection between the Mafia and some
elements of the Serb militias run by a warlord- and war criminal-
called Arkan.   Trading guns and money for looted valuables, buying
protection for drugs moving through the area to Europe, films like
this one , and even the sale of women captured by this Arkan's men ,
so I 've been told.  The DEA has a file on him; the CIA must have one
too.  And, of course, there have always been connections between the
Government of Italy and the Mafia.  The exchange of favors."

"Ah see.  Well Mr. Ambassador, you have done your country a great
service. Ah don't want you to tell anyone about this though.   We
don't want any false hopes raised, do we? Leave the tape with me; Ah
need to um.... study it.  Ah won't forget this.  The ambassadorship is
yours for as long as you want it; don't worry about that State IG
report. After this, who will give a damn about petty cash.." 

"Thank you, Mr. President.  You know you can count on me."

**********************************************************************

"Who would believe it.  We spend millions for the CIA, and who gets
the information we need?  A guy watching dirty movies."

" Yes, it is a wonderful piece of luck which couldn't have come at a
better time.  You'll need to clean up the source before you give it to
the Pentagon though.  They leak like sieves over there."

"Yes, Mr. President.  I'll come up with something.  I'll get it over
to the Pentagon immediately.  With any luck they can launch a rescue
within 24 hours using the Delta Force team on stand bye in Hungary."

" Yes, with any luck.  Ah..um.. don't want you to give that to the
Pentagon just yet.  Check and see what lead time they need for a
rescue.  Tell them about Arkan, but tell them its not confirmed.  Get
them the CIA file on this Arkan. And keep it close hold."

"But  why wait?  Shouldn't we act now on this now, Mr. President?"

"Well, Ah don't think a few days will make any difference.  They've
been there three weeks already.   An opportunity like this doesn't
come often. And the benefits don't last long.  We need to make the
best use of it.  My sources tell me that the Special Prosecutor is
going to announce an indictment in three or four days. If he is, Ah
want to have something which will knock him right off the front page
and keep the wolves in Congress quiet by taking my approval rating up.
In politics as in love, timing is everything!"

"***********************************************************************
Arkan found the offer almost too good to be true; but there it was in
front of him. After seeing a copy of one of the video tapes of
Valkyrie and Bobbie which he had sold to the Mafia, an anonymous buyer
was offering two million Deutschmarks for the two American women.
This was an offer he truly couldn't bring himself to refuse even
though he knew that he would be much safer with the two Americans dead
and at the bottom of a mine shaft.  The fact that the buyer's identity
was unknown to him especially worried him.  However, the middleman was
trustworthy, and he had assured Arkan that his identity would be
protected. And after all, he told himself,  if you cannot trust the
Mafia, who can you trust.  Well, he decide, if the American whores are
leaving us in two days time, that calls for a celebration- a going
away party!

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The next afternoon, Arkan had Valkyrie brought to his office.  There
Val found an ominous tableau, a gagged Bobbie tied in a standing
spread eagle and flanked on one side by a smiling Arkan and on the
other by the grim figure of his bodyguard, Alexander.  Her handlers
threw Val to her knees in front of Bobbie.  Val looked up into the
terrified eyes of her friend and lover and felt an icy fear growing in
the pit of her stomach.

  Because his plan called for Val to do more than passively submit to
superior force- for her to in fact actively participate in her own
degradation, Arkan felt some trepidation about her submissiveness even
after having apparently broken her spirit with repeated rapes and
humiliations for almost three weeks.  There was to his discerning eye
still a hidden spark of rebellion in Valkyrie which he was determined
to stamp out.  Recognizing her new closeness to Bobbie, he had decided
to use that affection as added leverage against Val to ensure her
obedience.  Arkan had no intentions of being embarrassed before his
own men, such an indication of weakness could have fatal effects on a
Serb leader.  He had therefore arranged a demonstration for Val to
impress upon her just how far he was willing to go to have her
obedience.  As her horrified pilot watched, Arkan again tied his
trademark nylon lines around each of Bobbie's nipples, forcing them
into the familiar hour glass shape.  Then, as he pulled on the lines
to stretch her tortured nipples, Alexander carefully used the tip of
his razor sharp knife to trace entirely around each nipple, drawing a
circle of blood at the base of the nipple but not cutting deeply
enough to do permanent harm to the terrified female officer's breasts.
As Alexander made the shallow cuts,  Arkan casually told Val about his
plans for tonight and her role in them, stressing that this was only a
demonstration - a dress rehearsal- for what would happen to Bobbie if
Val did not perform as desired.  If Val failed to satisfy him, Arkan
purred ominously, then next time the cuts would be much deeper, so
deep that they would sever Bobbie's nipples from her breasts.  To
bring home his threat, a smiling Arkan knelt down by Val's side, to
whisper into her ear:

" If you disobey me, if you embarrass me in front of my men, then I
will not stop with her breasts.  I will let Alexander have her.  After
he has cut off your friend's pretty red nipples , then he will cut off
an ear, and then perhaps a nose.  Then perhaps something intimate.
When he finishes there will be nothing left of your pretty friend but
a trunk- a disfigured, but living trunk.  All because you did not obey
me!"

Then a grinning Arkan offered to demonstrate Alexander's skill with
his knife for real on the frightened, sobbing Bobbie- if that is what
Val needed to see.  It was in truth a bluff on Arkan's part.  Having
sold the two women, he could not now mutilate Bobbie.  But the two
American women had no way of knowing about the sale.  They believed
him capable of anything!  After a quick glance at the trembling
Bobbie, a shocked Valkyrie shook her head.  She forced out a shaky, "
Don't hurt her.  I'll do whatever you tell me to do.".

 Once he had looked into her eyes and was convinced that Valkyrie
would play the role he had scripted for her, Arkan laid out for her
the wardrobe which he had carefully collected for her use.  He
gleefully watched as Valkyrie reluctantly put it on and - prompted by
Alexander's blade resting against the bound and trembling
Bobbie-modeled the disgustingly whorish clothes for Arkan's approval.
Repeatedly, he had her walk up and down in front of his chair, turn,
and pose for him as he admired her half nude, sluttishly attired body.
Then the humiliated Valkyrie stood before a mirror and applied her
make-up as Arkan watched intently, repeatedly ordering her to apply
heavier coats of the cheap cosmetics until he, Arkan,, was finally
satisfied with her new appearance.  Through it all, Arkan did not so
much as touch her.  For now, he was content with the pleasures of
raping her with his words alone, of mind fucking her.

***********************************************************************
Arkan smiled at the dozen men around him, the most loyal officers of
his Tigers, his cameraman, and, of course Alexander, his trustworthy
personal bodyguard.  He was holding the departure celebration for his
American "guests" in what had been the hotel's poolroom, now shabbily
bare but for one billiards table and a bar bearing the inevitable
bottles of the local brandy and food.  Over the billiards table hung
the obligatory Serb Nationalist banner "SLOBODA ili SMRT"- Freedom or
Death.  Lying on the ragged billiards table was Bobbie, nude, resting
on her arms which had been tied behind her back.  Her legs hung over
the edge of the table.  Her mop of dark hair hung off one long side of
the table while her cunt  rested uncomfortably on the edge of the
opposite side, obscenely open since her knees had been spread and tied
with ropes running through two of the table's pockets.  A single man
stood beside her head, caressing her hair, while another stood between
her legs toying with the protruding inner lips of her cunt. The rest
of the men were clustered around the bar fortifying themselves for the
evening.

A collective "AH" went up spontaneously from the men as Alexander
shepherded Valkyrie into the room.  He was leading Valkyrie into the
room by two thin strands of nylon fishing line which ran from his hand
to each of Valkyrie's red swollen nipples.  One end of the line had
been wrapped tightly around each the middle of each nipple until the
nipple bulged obscenely into an hourglass shape, trapping the blood in
the tip of the nipple.  This time Valkyrie's hands were free.  In them
she held a silver tray containing a bottle of expensive imported
Scotch and a single glass.  She was, as ordered, bringing Arkan his
drink, a simple act which Arkan had endowed with humiliating
overtones. The captive pilot had no choice but to follow the hulking
bodyguard into the leering mob of men between her and Arkan; if she
balked, Alexander would rip her nipples from her breasts.  He had made
that perfectly clear with a brutal jerk on Valkyrie's sensitive
nipples just before they entered the room.  The humiliation and
loathing Valkyrie felt at being forced to become her rapist's servant
were plainly evident on her face as she walked reluctantly into the
leering mob of Arkan's men.  Bobbie stared at the ceiling, unwilling
to watch her mentor -and lover- being humiliated.  Bobbie's pretty
face was a bright beet red with embarrassment for Valkyrie, for unlike
Bobbie's understated, almost elegant nudity, Val was dressed like a
common street whore.  Using as a guide the still photo of Val taken
during a party at the Tailhook convention years earlier which he had
recorded off of CNN, Arkan had apparently searched the cast off
clothes of half the prostitutes in Belgrade until he found a suitable
parody of her Tailhook party clothes.  Valkyrie had on a pair of high
heeled black "fuck-me" pumps which were painfully small for her feet,
black fishnet pantyhose where the crotch had been crudely cut out to
expose her pubic area, and an open man's black blazer.  But rather
than covering her breasts, the too small blazer exposed, even framed,
them.  Heavy black mascara accented her big blue eyes, a thick layer
of bright red lipstick coated her full lips, and an equally thick
layer of rouge covered her strong cheek bones, all applied by the
unwilling Valkyrie herself.  Valkyrie looked - and felt- like a cheap
Belgrade street whore.

Following the instructions given him by Arkan, the bodyguard paraded
Val through the gauntlet of leering, grabbing men.  As Arkan watched
in satisfaction the men's hands roamed over the helpless American
pilot's body, squeezing her exposed breasts, grabbing those firm ass
cheeks, and even thrusting fingers between her cunt lips.  She made no
attempt to stop the groping hands.  All Val could do was to blinked
away the tears and kept repeating again and again her new mantra, " I
have to obey; I cannot defy him!".  The reluctant Valkyrie moved
through the sea of groping hands at a brisk pace in response to
Alexander's frequent and vicious tugs on her nipples.  As the
heartbroken Bobbie watched her friend's humiliation, Val walked
through the men.  She could sense the men's desire rise with each step
she took as she was pulled closer and closer to the waiting Arkan by
the lines tied to her nipples.  Valkyrie could literally feel the
men's lust wash over her; it was as real to her as the overpowering
smell of tobacco and unwashed bodies which filled the room.
Concentrating on keeping the tray and its precious cargo steady,
Valkyrie silently endured the hands molesting her half naked body,
deadly afraid of what Arkan would do if she dropped that bottle.  So
Valkyrie fought the urge to shy from the men's hands, walking slowly
and steadily through the groping hands to Arkan, every step of her
painful progress being recorded by the grinning cameraman, Dimrtri..

The woman finally came through the crowd to the billiards table under
the banner where Arkan was waiting, a dog whip in his left hand.
Silently, Valkyrie stood in front of him with her eyes downcast as he
took the bottle and poured himself a drink while his men cheered his
grand gesture.  At his command Valkyrie submissively went to her knees
in front of him, her eyes fixed on his muddy boots, too ashamed to
look about her.  Arkan smiled down at her bowed head and, placing one
hand on her head like a conquer claiming his captive, raised his glass
in a toast to " SLOBODA ili SMRT" to the cheers of his men.  Arkan
then moved to complete his domination of the proud female flyer,
ordering her to  "Service me like the whore that you are."  The
frightened Valkyrie stole a glance over at Bobbie.  Seeing Alexander
standing by her knife in hand, Val choked down her humiliation and
surrendered her will to Arkan, too afraid for them both to make any
attempt to salvage her rapidly vanishing self respect by even a token
resistance.  Putting down the tray, she steadied herself with one hand
held against his uniformed leg.  She unzipped his fly with her other
hand and fished around inside for his already erect penis.  Extracting
it, Valkyrie gripped the thick rod lightly at the base with one hand
while using her other hand to carefully massage the man's ballsack.
She took the head of his cock into her mouth, blowing on it with her
warm breath and then swirling her tongue around and over the sensitive
head.  Above her on her back on the table, Bobbie could not see what
Val was doing since her view was blocked by Arkan's body, but the
shouts and jeers of the watching men told her all she needed to know.
Val was prostituting herself for her.  The thought of her friend's
sacrifice both thrilled Bobbie and cut her like a dagger through her
heart.  Crouching on her knees,  the trembling blonde pilot was
overwhelmed by feelings of intense humiliation.  She tried to
concentrate on pleasing the man towering above her, desperate to get
this degrading ordeal over with, her head empty of all thoughts of
resistance.  As the watching crowd mocked her, Val felt increasingly
like the whore she was dressed to be as she slavishly serviced Arkan's
erect cock.  She did not believe that it was possible for her to feel
any more degraded, to sink any lower than she had at this moment.  Val
was shamelessly applying all the sexual tricks she knew to please
Arkan; becoming -as she used her tongue and lips to coax the man to
his climax- the willing whore that Arkan had vowed to make of her.
But no matter how hard she tried to put the humiliation of her
situation- the degradation of submitting to her hated captor- out of
her head, she could not do it.  The reality of her situation was
literally staring her in the face in the form of Arkan's angry red
cock.  Desperately, Val tried to will her mind to stop struggling and
embrace her degradation, painful though it was to acknowledge her own
weakness and to accept the feeling of having no control over her own
body.  Mixed in with the wet sucking sounds coming out of her lips as
they moved up and down his cock were new sounds now, the sounds of
Valkyrie's quiet sobs as she began to accept her submission.  

Fortunately for Valkyrie, Arkan could not long resist her skilled
ministrations.  Nor could he long resist the ego enhancing cheers of
his officers as he demonstrated his mastery of the strong American
woman.  They too savored Valkyrie's surrender.  While many had made
use of her body in the rooms upstairs, no one had been able to master
her- until now.  With both his ego and his cock being stroked
simultaneously, Arkan rapidly approached his climax.  He held one hand
to her hair, anchoring her face in place as he administered one more
insult to the tortured Valkyrie,  spraying her mascaraed and rouged
face with his spurting cock, covering both cheeks with his sperm.
Then, pulling Valkyrie back to her feet by the lines attached to her
breasts, he ordered:

"Now dance for us Valkyrie!  Just like on your MTV, eh....... DANCE
WHORE!"

For a second, the shocked Valkyrie simply stared at the man in
amazement.  The loud, tinny sound of current Europop, rock songs with
English lyrics, coming from a cassette player snapped her back to
reality.  She began to move her body mechanically searching for the
music as she scanned the circle of grinning, leering men surrounding
her in a half circle, forcing her back towards the billiards table
holding Bobbie, Valkyrie began to dance, moving her body seductively
if unwillingly as she stared about her in fear, beyond any hope of
escape.  She tried to remember the strippers she had seen perform at
her squadron's suite at the Tailhook convention so long ago and to
imitate their tawdry movements -even to the mechanical smile on her
face as she displayed herself to the cheering men.  Valkyrie's face
was a bright red under its coating of sperm, her embarrassment tearing
at her as she was forced to brazenly displayed her almost nude body to
these men she despised.  She could feel Arkan's cum drying on her
face, marking her as a slut in the eyes of the men surrounding her and
perhaps even in Bobbie's eyes.  It certainly made her feel like a slut
- a whore!  She hated the feeling but could not deny it!  She wanted
to stop; wanted to stop more than she had ever wanted anything in her
life.  She hated what Arkan were doing to her, what he was making her
into.  But the implied threat of the silent, glaring Alexander
standing knife in hand by Bobbie's head kept her going.  Valkyrie
danced; her naked breasts, the nylon line still biting deeply into the
swollen flesh of her red, elongated nipples, swayed seductively with
each graceful movement of her hips.  Her body shined under the bright
klieg lights which Arkan's cameraman had trained on her almost nude
body, highlighting her muscles as they moved gracefully under her
sweaty skin.  Each cat like movement displayed her near nude body to
the men's hungry eyes-  her blonde pubs, the red lips protruding
beneath them,the play of muscles under her shiny skin, and her
bobbing, tortured breasts.  The men pressed closer , pushing her back
toward the table from which an appalled Bobbie watched as her idolized
pilot displayed herself like some cheap stripper.  Arkan's voice cut
through the din,

"Turn around, whore!  Let's see your big ass!"

Relieved, Valkyrie complied, grateful to no longer have to look into
the eyes of the pack of human wolves closing in around her.  Then she
saw Bobbie's face.  The disgust she saw there cut her to the quick.
Reluctantly she danced on, letting the men watch her bare ass as it
moved below the short black coat, unaware that she seemed to the
excited men to be teasing them - inviting their attack- with the way
the tiny star of her sphincter appeared and disappeared as she moved.
Desperately Val threw herself into the music, moving her body to the
hypnotic rock beat of the music, willing her sweaty, muscular body to
send the crudest, most primitive sexual signals to the men around her,
to brazenly offer herself up to these men to please Arkan- and save
Bobbie.  Val danced through the first, the second, and into a third
song- danced through a fog of the Spice Girls' hypnotic lyrics - "What
I want..what I really , really want"- into a brassier woman's voice
appropriately singing about "waiting for a hero".   Even the music
mocked her!   The leering Serbs crowded around her in an ever
shrinking circle, forcing her progressively closer to the table until
her naked sex was inches from Bobbie's own exposed vagina.  She felt
desperate, trapped.

  Standing by the billiards table on Bobbie's left side, Arkan was
pleased to see the tears of shame in the eyes of the larger American
woman.  Glancing at the reclining figure of the brunette American, he
saw similar tears of sympathy in Bobbie's eyes at her friend's
humiliation.  He found their tears to be very ... arousing!  On and on
Val danced, letting the music carry her along.  Her muscular body was
almost totally exposed despite the scanty cover of her coat, gleaming
as the bright lights from the camera reflected off the sweat covering
her body.  Her humiliation was equally exposed, the agony apparent
underneath the fixed smile on her face.  Valkyrie's fear was evident
as well in her body's reaction, the sweat bathing her body and her
panic induced hyperventilation which perversely was making her heavy
breasts move so enticingly, drawing the men ever closer around her.
As she instinctively retreated toward Bobbie, Val shivered in fearful
anticipation.

"Show us how you American Navy women make love to each other!", Arkan
ordered.
" My brave Navy pilot, show us how you Americans don't need men to
satisfy yourselves.  LICK HER WHORE OR I'LL WHIP THE SKIN OFF HER
BREASTS AND YOUR'S TOO!  THEN I'LL FEED YOU HER NIPPLES!"

When Valkyrie hesitated, reluctant to degrade their love by displaying
it for the amusement of this mob, Arkan gave weight to his words by
using the small dog whip, a short, springy length of leather.  As Val
watched in terror, he brought it down hard on Bobbie's left breast,
marking the soft white skin with an angry red streak..  Bobbie
responded with a howl of surprise and pain .  Arkan raised his whip
hand for another blow, but before he could land that second blow on
Bobbie's femininity, the horrified Valkyrie screamed out a piteous
"NO..PLEASE!" and sank to her knees in front of Bobbie.  Determined to
spare her friend and lover more pain and recognizing the futility of
resistance, Val thrust her face into Bobbie's strong smelling cunt-
the same cunt which she had been so reluctant to lick three days ago-
and stabbed her tongue into the soft folds of reddish cunt flesh.  She
bent her head, pressing her lips harder against Bobbie's cunt,
breathing in Bobbie's fragrance as she found and tongue lashed the
brunette's sensitive clitoris.  Val rested her hands on Bobbie's legs,
her thumbs pressing against the bound woman's cunt lips, spreading
them so that Valkyrie's tongue could reach deep into her friend's
vagina.  She thrust her tongue inside Bobbie, licking the soft flesh
as the smaller woman wiggled in response.  Arkan alternated between
entertaining his officers with comments on what sluts these Westerners
were and spurring Valkyrie on with frequent strokes with the dog whip
to her firm ass cheeks.  Valkyrie alternated between thrusting her
tongue deep into Bobbie's cunt and tracing the delicate inner labia
with her tongue.  Her hands held Bobbie's cunt open as Val feasted
upon it, one thumb concentrating its attention on the sensitive nub of
Bobbie's clit.  Again and again Valkyrie thrust her tongue into the
woman's wet, fragrant hole until Bobbie was groaning and humping the
dirty, green fabric of the billiards table underneath her hips.  Val
tried to lose herself in Bobbie's cunt, to shut out the leering men
around her as she willingly made love to her friend.  Driven to a
frenzy by this display but prevented by Arkan from simply swarming all
over Valkyrie and Bobbie, the men watched restlessly as the muscular
blonde flyer licked and sucked Bobbie to a shattering climax.  Only
then as Bobbie reached her climax- screamed and bucked wildly under
Val's tongue lashing- did Arkan let his men have their way with the
two women, signaling the start of the gang rape by pulling Val's face
from Bobbie's cunt and displaying it to his men- her chin wet with
Bobbie's secretions and her mascara running down her cheeks to mix
with Arkan's cum.

With a collective growl, the men swarmed over the terrified Valkyrie.
With a familiarity born of frequent practice, the men quickly
positioned Valkyrie to be ravaged, lifting the unresisting woman to
her feet and bending her over the green felt of the table beside her
friend's bound form, so that Val was supporting her upper body on her
elbows and angled with her face resting inches from Bobbie's.  She was
so close that Bobbie could smell her own secretions on Valkyrie's face
as she locked eyes with her pilot.  In an instant, Val's legs were
spread, and a man stood between them, his erect cock probing her well
exercised cunt.  He easily forced himself inside her as Valkyrie
fought against her urge to resist him.  Instead of fighting, she
relaxed her cunt muscles, accepting the man raping her.  A hand on the
back of her head pressed her face to Bobbie's; Valkyrie opened her
lips and pressed them against her lover's soft lips.  The two kissed
deeply as the man buried himself in the muscular blonde flyer's cunt,
savoring the still tight, warm grip of the woman's cunt upon his cock.
A second man stood beside the first and forced his way into Bobbie's
cunt, stretching the younger woman painfully.  He forced himself
inside her, bringing a moan of pain from Bobbie's lips, breaking the
kiss.  Valkyrie braced herself against the powerful thrusts of the man
inside her and nuzzled Bobbie, licking Bobbie's face and allowing the
younger woman to lick her's, to taste her own secretions on Val's face
polluted though it was with Arkan's cum.  Both were buffeted back and
forth by the men raping them. The first man inside Valkyrie did not
last long; he was rapidly replaced by another man in her now cum slick
cunt.  The man inside Bobbie fucked a while longer before he filled
her womb with his hot sperm, savoring his dominance over the athletic
young American.  As one man used her cunt, Val felt the soft warmth of
another man's cock pressed against her cheek.  Looking up, she saw
Arkan looming above her head, standing there between her and Bobbie on
the opposite side of the table from the men fucking them.  Capturing
her short blonde hair in his large hand, Arkan brought her lips to his
half erect cock.  Pulled awkwardly far across the table by Arkan's
hand, Valkyrie instinctively obeyed his unspoken command, stretching
herself out on the table and wrapping one arm around his trousered ass
to steady herself.  She rested her other arm around Bobbie's chest,
hugging her close as she opened her mouth to accept Arkan's semi-erect
cock.  Instinctively, Bobbie moved toward Val's reassuring physical
presence.  Obeying the same unspoken command, she submissively opened
her mouth and began to use her tongue on her Arkan's cock as Valkyrie
did the same from the other side.  Arkan smiled down at the two female
aviators as they acknowledged his dominance by worshipping his cock.
As Val worked on his cock's head, running her tongue around the
sensitive glens, Bobbie worked with her to bring Arkan to erection and
climax, stretching her head upward to ran her tongue along the
sensitive ridge on the underside of his cock, flicking her tongue back
and forth to leave the skin of his cock wet with her salvia as far
back as the man's hanging ball sack.  The man in Valkyrie's cunt was
pumping into her as hard as he could , jarring her with the impact of
his hips on her buttocks while Arkan forced his growing cock deeper
into her mouth, pressing his hips into her lips while holding her face
against his hips with the hand entangled in her sweat soaked hair.
The cock in her mouth was swelling, choking her by blocking her airway
as it was pushed its way down her throat to batter against her
tonsils.  Beside her, Bobbie stared in horror at the rape of her
friend's mouth.  All she could see was the now fully erect cock being
fed into Val's clenching red lips.  Bobbie tried to help her friend,
using her tongue on the underside of the small portion of Arkan's cock
not already buried inside Val's mouth.  Valkyrie struggled to breath
between his thrusts as the man used her mouth as if it were her cunt.
His powerful strokes repeatedly rammed the head of his cock deep into
her throat, forcing it to stretch painfully to accommodate him.  He
was forcing himself so far down her throat that the base of his penis
was ramming against her full lips, bruising them with the force of his
powerful thrusts and rubbing the thick coat of lipstick off of her
lips and onto the base of his cock.  The man using her vagina was no
less brutal; he plowed forcefully into her, concerned only with
satisfying himself by generating the maximum amount of friction inside
her cunt, stretched as it was by the previous rapes and lacking even
the lubrication provided her mouth by the lipstick.  Lacking the will
to fight the men swarming over her, Valkyrie could only lay there
grasping one attacker's buttocks for support while with her other hand
helplessly clenching Bobbie's naked side, her screams muffled by the
cock in her mouth until they were no more than a low moan.  She
struggled to make her body go limp,  abandoning all hopes of
resistance and submitting totally to her rapists in a desperate hope
of surviving this assault.  Valkyrie put behind her all that she had
been before her capture and accepted that she was now what Arkan had
made of her- a whore!

Beside her, Bobbie feared that her cunt was going to be split open by
the sheer size of the new man raping her sweaty, yielding body.  She
feared he was going to destroy her insides with his huge cock, which
he was plunging into her like a madman.  Never had she felt so full!
Then, just when she thought that she had reached the absolute depths
of her pain and degradation, Arkan pulled his cock out of Valkyrie's
raped mouth and thrust his hard, red cock into Bobbie's mouth.  Taking
advantage of Bobbie's upside down position, he thrust deep into her
throat, choking her and making her throat feel as if it were on fire.
His cock forced its way deep into her gullet, filling her small mouth
with its bitter taste and heat of his excitement, and blocking her
airway, keeping her from sucking in the oxygen she craved.  Then after
the eternity of that moment, his cock was gone, allowing her to breath
again; now Valkyrie was the one gagging on Arkan's cock instead.
Brutally buffeting her body between them,  the second man came inside
Valkyrie and abruptly pulled out, only to be instantly replaced by
another man.  Lubricated by the cum filling her cunt, her new attacker
slipped easily inside Val's passive, muscular body.  While Arkan
seemed as if he could last forever by virtue of his earlier climax,
none of the men fucking the two women's cunts lasted for more than a
few short moments.  All too soon, their pleasure was over and a new
man replaced them.  For the women though, time seemed to stand still
as they lay passively on the table allowing their bodies to move with
the men's thrusts, accommodating their rapists' cocks.  Arkan and the
man in Val's cunt settled into a rhythm by which both thrust into her
at once, trapping her between their hard rutting, male cocks, making
her feel as if the two cocks were meeting somewhere in her chest with
every thrust.  Harder and harder they used her unresisting body-
bruising her lips, bloodying her nose, and pounding into her sore cunt
like a pair of jackhammers until neither man could tolerate another
moment of her warm, wet holes without exploding.  Then they came,
covering her face and sex with a river of their cum.  The cum covered
Val's lips and chin, falling in great white gobs onto Bobbie's
upturned face.

Before he left her, Arkan bent below Valkyrie and took hold of the
twin lines tied to her nipples.  With a quick movement he ran one line
between Bobbie's torso and her bound arm and tied it to its
counterpart, leaving Valkyrie attached to her friend by the lines
around her pain stricken nipples.  For a moment the two stared into
each other's eyes, ignoring the fresh cum dripping off of Valkyrie's
face onto Bobbie's as they silently comforted each other.  .As Arkan
withdrew, two men replaced him, breaking the two women's reverie.  Now
there was one man using Valkyrie's mouth, and another one using
Bobbie's.  On the other side of the table, her newest rapist had
switched to Val's asshole, finding sodomy preferable to the cum
dripping, elasticity of her well fucked vagina.  Bobbie's rapist
stayed with her cunt,  savoring its warm tightness even as a stream of
white cum flowed out of her to drip onto the floor below.  As they lay
there side by side the two female flyers were buffeted and tormented
by the cocks of their rapists.  Each was penetrated at both ends by
two rutting cocks, leaving them feeling stuffed full of cock.  For
Val, the torment was increased by the pain from her nipples as the
lines tying them to Bobbie were alternately stretched and loosened as
her body was battered back and forth by the cocks pounding into her
mouth and gapping asshole.  Man after man used the two captive women
and then withdrew satisfied, leaving behind in and on the two women a
sea of hot, sticky cum.  The white slime coated Val's and Bobbie's
faces as well as their sexes, covering their chins , lips, cheeks ,
and even their hair with layers of thick, sticky goo.   

Bobbie stared up into Val's haggard, cum covered face.  She cringed
inwardly at the sight of the muscular female pilot being used as a
cumbucket for the drunken Serbs, her mouth open, cum dripping out of
it as a cock moved in and out between her lips and deep into her
throat again and again.  The grunting, animal like noises coming out
of Val's cock filled mouth torn at her heart; for even now after all
they had endured since their capture, Bobbie still thought of Val as
being strong and in charge.  It hurt her deeply to see Val allowing
herself to become their slut, letting herself be taken by these men
without resisting, looking like this, like a whore, a cumbucket.  Like
her!  But she could not turn her eyes away.   The sight of Val being
raped fascinated her as much as it repelled her.  The sight of Val's
body, of her beasts moving with the thrusts of her attackers, aroused
her even now.  As she concentrated on Val's raped body, Bobbie could
ignore her own degradation, letting her body react mechanically,
mindlessly to the cocks invading her sex and mouth.

Valkyrie could not look Bobbie in the eye.  The cum smeared face of
her friend was a mirror of her own humiliation, her own submission.
She was suppose to be the strong one; she was suppose to be the one
who could handle anything..  But she couldn't handle this!  Without
even the excuse of having her arms bound as Bobbie's were, Val saw
herself  passively accepting the rape of her body- and her soul.  She
was letting a man fuck her in the ass without fighting back.  Letting
a man she despised cover her face with his cum without resisting.
What, her tortured mind demanded, had she become?  The answer was
obvious.  She had become a whore!  A whore like Bobbie!  She looked
over at her friend, taking in the way Bobbie's smooth, sweat shiny,
cum covered body was being mauled by the men attacking her with their
cocks.  Through the arm she had draped protectively over Bobbie's
torso, she could feel the men's thrusts slamming into Bobbie's body,
feel Bobbie's body moving under the hammer blows of their cocks.  They
felt just like the blows battering her own body, the cock pounding
into her asshole and the cock emptying itself into her throat.  Val
had the sensation of drowning in the men's cum as yet another cock
erupted down her open throat.  Gagging on the thick sperm, she
painfully choked down another mouth full of the bitter tasting cum.
It felt to her as if she had a gallon of the men spendings in her
stomach, filling her with its obscene warmth.

Arkan stood a few feet from them, sipping his drink and recovering as
he watched his men use Valkyrie and Bobbie.  He allowed the gang rape
to continue for over an hour as he watched, savoring each detail of
the brutalities inflicted upon the two female flyers.  He enjoyed the
way the women's pain ridden faces were covered in his men's white,
sticky cum.  He was delighted to see the white streams of his men's
cum running down their faces, sticking their eyelids shut, and running
over foreheads to saturate their hair.  The little one was especially
attractive now, he thought, as he stared in fascination at the thick
ropes of the men's cum running through Bobbie's hair, streaking the
dark hair with white.  He smiled again as he thought of the cum which
had shot down the women's throats or been choked down as they fought
for breath, coating their throats and pooling in their stomachs. Then
there was the cum being deposited in their wombs, little Serbs for the
future perhaps.  He turned his attention to Valkyrie whose muscular,
feminine body was submissively moving in time with the men's cocks,
soft moans pouring from her mouth as she crouched there drowning in
the men's sticky, white cum.  Still, she did not fight.  He had
crushed her spirit, raped her mind as well as her strong body.  He was
not surprised that Bobbie put up no resistance, but for the big blonde
to submit so passively to a brutal gang rape was a clear sign that she
was finally broken, his body and soul.  Even as he enjoyed the visible
proof of his victory, Arkan resolved on a further test of Valkyrie's
submissiveness.

At Arkan's command, a cock beaten and cum covered Valkyrie was pulled
off the billiards table which had been the altar upon which Arkan had
sacrificed her pride and put to work cleaning the cum soaked cunt of
her companion.  Even as she used her tongue to clean the men's cum off
Bobbie, one of Arkan's men was still in her ass, sodomizing her.
Slowly, Val cleaned her friend's face and cunt of the white scum,
gripping Bobbie's nude body for support against the thrusts of the man
using her ass.   When Bobbie's crotch was clean and shiny with Val's
salvia, the men lined up to take her again.  Valkyrie was brought to
stand in front of a grinning Arkan.   He allowed himself to savor the
moment as he stared at her raped and abused body, cataloguing the
marks he and his men had left on the strong American flyer.  Walking
around her as Valkyrie stood swaying in her high heels,  Arkan took in
the round open hole of her asshole with thick streams of cum running
out of it onto her muscular legs and over the fishnet stockings
covering them, mixing with the stream of cum running out of the angry
red of the woman's cunt slit to form a river of cum running down her
right leg.  Above this was her once blonde, now cum white triangle of
pubic hair.  Progressing to her panting chest, he stared at the
grossly swollen nipples, the twin nylon lines still tied around their
base.  The trapped blood had enlarged the tips of Val's nipples until
they were the size of his thumb and a deep purple color. Casually,
Arkan squeezed one swollen nipple between a thumb and forefinger
making the exhausted woman scream weakly with the pain and try to pull
away.  He looked intently into her face, hardly recognizing the once
confident woman under the crusted cum and mascara covering her cheeks
and mixing with the trickle of blood from her nose and lips.  Arkan
smiled at the changes in Valkyrie's face.  But he wanted more.  

"Show us that trick you like so much, Alexander!  The one you and I
did with that Croat bitch.", the grinning Arkan ordered his bodyguard.
Shifting his attention back to Val, he laughed, " Everyone else has
fucked you; now it is Alexander's turn- a reward for being such a
brave soldier for Serbia!  But I don't think it is his cock he has for
you, whore!  It's something special!  You'll see!"

 Alexander smiled  at Valkyrie as he called for some of the men to
hold her arms for him.  Too weak to resist them, Val could only shake
her head and beg him in a tired voice not to hurt her any more.
Alexander knelt by Valkyrie's spread legs as two other men held her
arms away from her side, immobilizing the muscular but now submissive
blonde aviator.  Arkan stood behind her with one arm wrapped around
her throat.  Alexander knelt before the large woman and stared at
Valkyrie's punished sex,  its meaty labia covered in man cum. Slowly,
he began to insert his hand into Val's vagina one finger at a time.
With her cunt already stretched by the rapes and well lubricated with
volumes of cum, Alexander had no trouble getting his first three
fingers inside it. He pressed the thumb and little finger into his
palm and formed his hand into a dagger shape. Then he thrust his hand
into Valkyrie, sinking it past the  weakened muscles guarding the
entrance and deep into Val's womb as she gave a weak cry of protest.
Alexander  pushed his hand further inside Val, forcing his way into
her until his hand had disappeared up to the wrist.  At that point he
stopped- his fingers wiggling slightly as he explored- and waited for
Arkan ,  thinking about the only other time they had done this- with
that Croatian fighter bitch so long ago    The idea of what he would
do next fascinated him.
 
"AUGHEEE!", Valkyrie screamed as Alexander's hand disappeared inside
her, filling her in a way unlike any of the men's cocks. She could
feel it moving inside her, like something living.  It was as if the
head of a giant snake was forcing its way into her. She arched her
head back, eyes fixed on the dim ceiling, and moaned softly as it
moved within her. She felt the panic rising as the hand wormed its way
into her, but she kept still.  Fear and her new found submissiveness
paralyzed her.  She felt a wave of heat and light wash over her.
Looking up, Val was blinded by the bright klieg light of the camera
focused on her, permanently recording every detail of her cruel
impalement with its unblinking lens.  The humiliating thought that
strangers- perhaps even her squadron mates and family - would see her
as she was raped by a man's fist made her cry out in protest.

"NO, pleasee...don't....PLEASEEE!   Haven't you done enough to me?"

Arkan positioned himself behind the still whorishly costumed Valkyrie,
his again erect cock again pressing against her ruined sphincter.  As
the two men held her arms, Arkan positioned his cock at her open
sphincter with one hand and slowly forced himself into her ass. With
Alexander's hand inside her, Val's asschute had returned to its
previous virginal tightness.  Arkan had to force his way into her
asschute. Valkyrie stiffened and arched her body in response to the
internal pressure as his cock joined the hand inside her.  Alexander
could not see Val's face from his position on the floor.  Instead, he
focused on Val's hands.  He watched as they slowly tightened into
fists.  First he saw Val's knuckles grow white in an agonized
clinching; then blood appeared in Val's palm as she unknowingly gorged
bits of flesh out of her palm with her nails.  As Alexander followed
the painful progress of Arkan's cock up Valkyrie's ass by watching her
hands, Val was struggling against the dual invasion with all her
remaining strength.   Through the hand inside Valkyrie, Alexander
could feel the muscles tensing as they vainly tried to keep Arkan's
cock from penetrating further into her bowels.  At the some time,
Val's body was also struggling against the brutish bodyguard's manual
invasion of her most private parts, flexing her stomach and womb
muscles as she tried to repel the invading fist.  But Valkyrie's
exhausted muscles, weakened by her repeated rapes, could not do what
her desperate mind willed.  Slowly, Arkan's cock sank deeper and
deeper inside her. Finally, Alexander could feel the other man's cock,
separated from his hand by nothing more than a thin membrane of Val's
flesh. More interestingly, Alexander could feel Valkyrie's heart as it
pounded in terror.  The bodyguard felt a sense of  power over the
woman he had impaled with his arm, a sense of literally having Val's
life in his hand. He wanted to reach up and grab Val's heart and then
rip it out of her through her cunt.  But he contented himself with
working his hand back and forth inside Valkyrie.  A thrill of power
ran through Alexander as Valkyrie's body responded to those hand
movements.  He felt a surge of power as if the big American woman was
his puppet; that he could make Val's big, muscular body do whatever he
wanted.  It was an intoxicating feeling.

A mob of men surrounded the trio,  mesmerized by the sight of the
large brutish man fisting the muscular blonde woman.  Ignoring the
exhausted Bobbie for the moment, they and their brandy bottles
clustered in a silent semi circle around Valkyrie.  Even Bobbie
mustered the strength to raise her head- exhausted though she was- and
stared in fascinated horror at what they were doing to Val.  The men's
initial stunned silence quickly gave way to a torrent of vulgar
suggestions and lewd comments as they watched and swilled their local
rot gut.  As they howled out their obscene and anatomically impossible
advice in their barbaric Slavic tongue, the American woman and the two
Serbs continued their struggle, totally oblivious to their audience.

"AHHEE!  NO! PLEASE STOP...NO..TAKE IT OUT..PLEASEEE!"

Valkyrie screamed out her plea against the twin assault.  She could
feel Arkan's cock inside her ass, moving slowly in and out.  But
mainly she felt the other man's hand filling her, moving inside of her
in strange ways. The sensation that she had a living thing  moving
about inside her was overwhelming and very frightening.  The hand
slowly opened and pressed back against the membrane separating  it
from Arkan's cock, making Valkyrie moan as it moved inside her,
searching for the cock. Then she could feel the man's hand pressing
against the other man's cock through that single thin membrane. The
two began to move in unison inside her.  Alexander's pressed his hand
against Arkan's cock, pushing against it with his hand as the cock
moved up and down inside Valkyrie's asschute.  Alexander took his
other hand  and grabbed the two nylon lines hanging from Valkyrie's
nipples.  When he had the lines in his hand, Alexander began pulling
on them, tightening the thin lines around the throbbing, swollen, red
hourglass shaped nipples, sending bolts of pure pain straight to the
immobilized woman's brain as he stretched her abused breasts into cone
shaped parodies of their normal selves.  At the same time, Arkan had
plastered himself against her back, hugging her to him with as he
wrapped his arms around her chest.  Below and deep inside her body,
each of the twin invaders inched their way into her, forcing their way
into her womb and intestines.  The man's cock was buried to its root
in her asshole, sodomizing Valkyrie as Alexander's fist moved along
with it until his thumb was battering against Valkyrie's cervix.
Valkyrie fought the four men surrounding her with all her remaining
strength, but her efforts grew progressively weaker as her body,
exhausted and ignoring the signals Valkyrie's mind sent it, began to
surrender to her attackers, accepting the dual penetrations.  Despite
her best effort, her attempts at resistance had produced nothing more
than a stimulating tightness for Arkan.   Unable to fight them any
longer, Valkyrie's body began to move in unison with the dual thrusts
of Arkan's cock and Alexander's fist; defying her will and opening up
to accommodate its invaders of its own volition. She felt so
incredibly full; it was as if her womb would explode from the
tremendous pressure of that fist pounding against her cervix.  She
knew that she could not endure that pounding much longer.  Valkyrie
felt as if she were on fire despite the torrents of sweat pouring off
her.  Pain and arousal sent mixed signal to her brain, fighting for
dominance; but only succeeding in overloading Valkyrie's confused
brain and driving her into what amounted to an out of body experience.
She could see her own body clearly, impaled upon both Alexander's arm
and Arkan's cock, jerking and quivering as each movement of the cock
or the man's hand was magnified a hundred times and transmitted
through her body to her overloaded brain.  In her tortured
imagination, she stopped seeing herself as the pilot controlling the
machine and became the machine, the out of control airplane forced
beyond its limits by outside forces.  No ejection seat could save her
now; this time she was going to be there for the crash!  Tottering
uncertainly on her high "fuck me" heels, supported only by the men
holding her arms, and with her mind literally in a tailspin; Valkyrie
had reached the limits of her endurance.

"Oh...no ..pleasee.. ah...oh...Ahee..AHHEE..AHEEE!"

Hearing Valkyrie's screams, Alexander pulled harder with the nylon
line tied to Valkyrie's swollen nipples as he rammed the other hand
deeper inside Valkyrie's bruised womb, sending both Val and Arkan into
a spasm of pain/pleasure. The feeling of the spasms produced by his
bodyguard's fist combined with the tightness of Valkyrie's ass drove
Arkan over the edge.  The man wrapped both his arms around Valkyrie,
grabbing her breasts and squeezing them until the soft flesh poured
around his fingers. Eventually he came, his raw cock shooting his
third load of the evening into Valkyrie's bowels.   It was only a
dribble this time,  his third climax in the last two hours.  As he
came, he screamed out his anger, cursing the woman he was sodomizing
as he shot his load into her. Then he fell silent, so totally drained
that he had could only support himself by clinging to Val. Valkyrie
had also been driven beyond the limits tolerable to her mind and body.
Driven by pain from the sodomy, the fisting, and Alexander's
brutalization of her nipples, Valkyrie's entire body shook in a
powerful spasm of release as her mind -overloaded by the sensations
forced upon her- climaxed powerfully and then simply shut down. Her
body went  limp, leaving her hanging in the grip of the two men
holding her arms as she slipped into unconsciousness. Beneath her,
Alexander continued to pump his fist into Valkyrie's unresisting body,
too caught up in his fascination with the sight- and the obscene wet
sucking sounds- of the fist moving inside the muscular woman's womb to
notice or care that Val was no longer responding.  Ignoring the
leering men crowding around them, he pumped his fist into Val again
and again.  He shifted his other hand from the lines running to Val's
nipples to his own cock, seeking his own release now.   In his
erotically overloaded state, that release came quickly, producing a
spurt of hot cum which landed on Valkyrie's leg.  Then  Alexander
abruptly jerked his arm out of Val and shakily stood up.  Sated, he
watched without interest as the two men holding Valkyrie's arms
carried the unconscious woman back to the pool table where more men
awaited her.


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At the same time and a hundred miles away, the Commander of the
American Army's Delta Force detachment dispassionately read through
the message again.  It was the order to attack the hotel used by Arkan
as his Headquarters with the expectation that the two missing American
female flyers were being held there.  The timing was left up to him,
but it was specified that the attack must take place before 0700 hours
Washington time on Friday, less than 2 days away.   That, he decided,
was plenty of time; they would go in 28 hours, at 0200 hours local on
the 21st.  By 0208 hours , everybody in that hotel would be dead or in
their custody.  Of  that he was certain.  So far, Delta Force's
attempts at rescuing captives or POW's had been dogged by bad luck.
He was determined to do this one right.  The extra hours for last
minute preparations would help guarantee that success.

*********************************************************************

It was the early morning hours of the next day- Thursday the 20th-
long after the party had ended; as Arkan watched  the small truck
carrying the two women- bound, gagged, and locked inside a large crate
marked airplane parts-depart from the Hotel.  He would , he knew, miss
the two American whores.  Especially Valkyrie.  Never had a woman
effected him so, bringing him off three times in the course of a few
hours.  Never had he taken such pleasure in breaking a woman as he had
the big American blonde.  But he comforted himself with the thought
that there would be a new war and with it  plenty of women to take
their place.  And he had his movies of the two women, the ones his
cameraman had made.  All in all, it was better to be rid of the
Americans. As long as he had them, Arkan knew that he was in danger of
an American rescue attempt.  Now at least, he wouldn't have to worry
about that any longer.

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                                           END PART 5 of 6





From conwic@aol.com Fri Jun 13 19:42:17 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: NEW: Female POW2  6/6 (M/FF,NC,bondage)
From: conwic@aol.com
Date: Fri, 13 Jun 1997 23:42:17 GMT
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DISCLAIMERS: This story includes descriptions of rape, bondage, and
torture.  If descriptions of such activities offend you, DO NOT READ
THIS STORY!  If you are under twenty-one years of age, DO NOT READ
THIS STORY!  This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to actual
persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  This story may  be
reproduced and distributed electronically where the laws allow so long
as it is not changed in any way and authorship is acknowledged.  I
welcome comments and suggestions from readers. All flames will be
ignored.  

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         FEMALE  POW 2:  POSTSCRIPT   Part 6
                  by conwic@aol.com

Though Arkan had died in the American Delta Force attack on his hotel
headquarters cum rape camp early the next morning,  he continued to
influence events in his native Balkans.  His bodyguard Alexander had
survived the attack by virtue of having accompanied Val and Bobbie to
the coast where they were handed over to the middleman's agent.
Blindly following Arkan's instructions on what to do in case of his
sudden, violent death- instructions which had assumed that Serbian
betrayal rather than the Americans would have caused his death;
Alexander had returned to the now empty hotel, found the hidden tapes
of Valkyrie and Bobbie, and gave them to Arkan's contact in the German
media. Then he had disappeared, apparently returning to the obscurity
from which Arkan had rescued him.

The tapes - including the one with General Milosadic as well as the
one of the "going away party"- brought about the renewed war which had
been Arkan's dream, though this new war was not quite the one he had
desired.  The new war was one pitting an angry America seeking revenge
in the form of capturing General Milosadic against a frightened but
stubborn Bosnian Serb leadership.  A deadly game of hide and seek
ensued as for each tit- an American forces raiding a Serb stronghold
in search of the General- there was a tat-a retaliatory car bombings
by the Serbs.  Quickly, the disjointed Serbs rallied against the
Americans whom they increasingly saw as the latest in their long
history of invaders.  The fate of Valkyrie and Bobbie became a side
issue in the new conflict; both sides assumed that the two women had
been taken away that morning before the raid to be killed and their
bodies dropped down one of the many mine shafts used by Arkan to
dispose of his victims' bodies.  They were officially listed as
Missing, Presumed Dead.  Forgotten.

********************************************************************

If the women were forgotten by their own government, they were not
forgotten by others.  Whether from pirated copies of the tapes given
to the German media or from copies of the tapes sold by Arkan to the
Mafia- or a combination of the two,  uncensored pictures of the
assorted gang rapes inflicted upon Valkyrie and Bobbie circulated
widely throughout Europe despite the best efforts of various
governments to stop them.  Like all forbidden information, these
pictures and video clips found their way onto the internet.  Posted on
anonymous and short lived sites,  they spread rapidly around the
globe, changing in the course of a day from expensive pornography for
the jaded Italian elite to an item of popular, if perverse,  culture. 

Nowhere was the effect of these graphic pictures felt more deeply than
in the ranks of the U.S. Navy's aviation community.  To many they were
an obscenity.  To others, a confirmation of their deeply held view
that women did not belong in their ranks.  The controversy remained
generally hidden from the American public except for three incidents
which reached the popular media.

The first was the news of a cruel adolescent prank at the Naval
Academy.  An unpopular female midshipman found a printout of a black
and white picture of Bobbie being raped by Arkan pinned to the pillow
on her bed one night.  The printout showed the young woman being
sodomized by Arkan, her agonized face clearly visible to the viewer.
On the back of the picture was the message, "THIS IS HOW YOU'LL END UP
SOMEDAY, BITCH."  Despite draconian measures by the Academy, the
person who put the picture there was never identified.  The young
woman left the Academy soon afterwards.

The second was the scandal which centered around the Services' joint
SERE Schooling- Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape - a training
course for aircrew members in avoiding or at worse surviving a POW
experience.  Doctrinally, the school taught both male and female
students to expect and accept rape.  It also attempted to teach male
students to accept the rape of female POWs, anticipating that an enemy
might rape a female POW in front of her male counterparts in the hope
that some males would give up the desired information to save the
woman.  The idea of doing nothing as a woman was raped in front of
them proved difficult for many male flyers to accept.  An instructor
at the SERE School decided to experiment with the use of the film
showing Valkyrie's gang rape in the barn as a teaching tool.  Without
first clearing its use with the school Commandant,  he repeatedly
showed the film to some male students to determine if frequent viewing
would , in the instructor's words, "desensitize" the men to the sight
of a woman being raped.  News of the video's use reached the class's
two females.  Their revelation of the film's use on the news program,
60 Minutes, resulted in the court-martial of the instructor and led to
Congressional hearings about the school itself.  For weeks the news
media had a field day with stories of female students being subjected
to sexual humiliation by being strip-searched and then kept nude for
long periods while they were physically abused- all actions which were
officially condoned by the school as necessary in order to prepare the
women for the inevitable sexual abuse associated with a POW
experience.  Though these actions were supposed to be carried out only
by female members of the mock guard force, the female "prisoners" were
unable to tell if there were male guards present or not since the
women were hooded during their ordeal.  Later comments by a number of
male guards indicating a detail knowledge of the women's most intimate
body parts- in one pilot's case the presence of a butterfly tattoo
above her vagina- led many of the female students to wonder if male
guards were being allowed to watch their humiliation.  The belief that
this training had become a sadistic game for some of the male and
female members of the enlisted guard force was expressed during the
hearings by several female officers who had been students at the SERE
course.  That the training was realistic, and that the men had
experienced the same treatment for over two decades was generally
ignored in the sensational media coverage.  Fearing that a continued
use of such training after public complaints by these female officers
would create a political firestorm, the Pentagon ordered the POW camp
portion of SERE Schooling to be discontinued, effectively ending all
training in dealing with a POW situation and stifling the already
constrained debate within the military community about capture and
rape.

The third and most notorious incident involved Valkyrie's and Bobbie's
old squadron , now totally male.  It was no secret that after the
Newsweek article, there had been bad blood between Valkyrie and many
of the male pilots who felt slighted by the attention focused on the
two women.  Then a supermarket tabloid published what it claimed were
photos of a male flyer assigned to VF-142 wearing an obscene T shirt
featuring Valkyrie.  The pictures showed a T-shirt bearing a
reproduction of a picture of Valkyrie as she carried Arkan his drink
before the final gang rape at Arkan's hotel.  The reproduction showed
her attired only in fishnet hose and an open men's coat, being led
around by the lines tied to her nipples.  Above the picture was a
caption: " Who You Gonna Call...BITCHTAMERS"  The photos were
accompanied by an article which claimed that other men in the unit had
similar shirts, that they in fact had formed an informal club called
"BITCHTAMERS", that at least one man possessed the entire tape showing
that fateful night, and that the tape had frequently been played by
unit members at private parties of the "BITCHTAMERS".  Crucified in
print, some men in the squadron struck back.  In an article in Soldier
of Fortune magazine they described Valkyrie as a partygirl and related
in detail many of her sexual adventures, including a number of one
night stands she had with various, often married men.  Accompanying
the article were photos of Val taken before her last cruise, photos
which showed a grinning Valkyrie wearing her partygirl outfit- fishnet
stockings, leather micro-mini skirt, and a man's black blazer- and
waving a large rubber dildo at the camera.  The picture and
accompanying story, so directly at odds with the girl scout image of
Valkyrie propagated by the Navy and by various feminist groups,
sparked a new firefight in the Navy's running gender wars as well as
fueling a print war which still continues.

Soon, perhaps the only people in the world unaware of the pictures and
the controversy they had engendered were the women they portrayed.
Valkyrie and Bobbie had gone far beyond such concerns.

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His Royal Highness, the Sultan of Borneo- the world's richest man -
turned his gaze from the placid waters of the South China Sea back to
the shaded terrace of his palace, leaned back in his canopied chair,
and smiled down at his favorite "toy".  He had hundreds- thousands- of
expensive toys: cars, planes, polo ponies, palaces, boats; but none of
those toys were as satisfying as the one at his feet.  Idly, he fed a
slice of fruit to the naked brunette woman kneeling there by his feet,
her leash tied to the arm of his chair.  Obediently she took the fruit
in her mouth, licking the sticky juice off his fingers in the process,
all without moving her manacled hands from her lap.  The Sultan
rewarded her by stroking her short mop of dark hair in a gesture which
turned into a command drawing her face upward to the robe covering his
crotch.  As the woman's head burrowed under the loose robe to find his
soft cock, the Sultan turned his attention to that corner of the
terrace exposed to the harsh sun.  There he found the figure of a
tall, muscular, and very nude blonde woman- her deeply tanned and
oiled skin gleaming in the sunlight - kneeling on the hard tiles.  You
could not have told that she was a blonde by looking at her though,
for her short blonde hair was hidden under the heavy black leather
punishment helmet which covered her entire head.  In addition, her
blonde pubs had been shaven, exposing the well exercised, reddish
flesh of her vagina.  The woman in the helmet could not see, or hear ,
or- with the dildo plug inserted in the mouth opening as it was now-
speak.  She could barely breath inside the stifling heat of the
helmet.  It was the Sultan's pleasure to keep her that way- except for
rare occasions when he displayed her face to the courtiers of his
inner circle.  Few men ever saw her face for the knowledge that she
and her companion were here was dangerous even to a man as wealthy and
influential as the Sultan.  The muscular woman, now nameless by order
of the Sultan, had once been a U.S. Navy flyer as had the  less
obviously foreign and equally nameless brunette servicing his cock.
Shot down over Bosnia less than a year ago, they were officially
missing, presumed dead.  Yesterday's news.  Out of long practice, the
blonde sat patiently on her folded legs, her arms manacled behind her
back.  A leash tied to a ring set in the tile floor ran to the gold
chain hanging between her heavy breasts, a chain linking the two
large, golden rings embedded in her thick red nipples.  The rings and
chain reflected the sunlight, moving ever so slightly with each breath
the captive woman took.  Slowly his cock hardened under the flicking
tongue and soft lips of the petite brunette as the Sultan stared at
the nude, kneeling woman.  The soft, sucking sounds coming from the
boyish brunette's warm mouth as it moved up and down his cock
continued at a steady pace- without slowing or quickening- just as she
had been so painstakingly trained to do.  His cock grew slowly, jaded
by its familiarity with that warm, wet mouth, while its owner
considered what he would do next with his two favorite toys.  It was a
hard decision.  Since the two had come into his possession four months
ago in exchange for 3 million dollars - a sum equal to roughly two
days personal income for the Sultan, he had indulged himself fully in
their charms, using the two women in every conceivable manner and
hole.  Unlike conquests from his college days in the United States,
there were no legal, diplomatic, or , with his father finally dead,
paternal limits on what he could do here in his own country to two
foreign women who did not officially existed.  Like the pirate
ancestors who had established his throne more than two centuries ago,
he knew that it was his family's birthright to prey on Westerners.
His father's chosen prey had been the Western oil companies seeking to
exploit his country's great reserve of oil.  His prey was different.
Having developed a taste for the flesh of the liberated American woman
during his college years, his preferred prey was female.  These two
Americans were of much more interest to him than the two Malay women
who were the mothers of his children or the Filipino women in his
harem.  The blonde- taller, a year older, and much stronger than he-
offered him the opportunity to dominate a strong, arrogant Western
woman.  The boyish brunette was his pet, totally submissive and so
eager to please that she had required only a whipping or two since her
arrival.   By contrast, the larger blonde was compliant, but as
punishment for that compliance was compelled by her own inner demons
to seek out his discipline.  Fortunately, the Sultan was happy to meet
her need to suffer, happy to provide a seemingly endless variety of
painful experiences for her to sample.  The brunette reminded him of
that junior cheerleader he had tasted but never quite conquered during
his senior year.  The muscular blonde reminded him of that senior
swimmer he had admired from afar during his first year at Yale.  The
two women were in his eyes the perfect pairing, opposites physically
and emotionally yet closely linked spiritually like sisters
or..maybe..... lovers.

Loosing the leash from his chair,  he instructed the brunette to bring
her companion to the stone bench behind him.  As he watched
contentedly, she literally ran to the side of her larger, more
muscular friend,  Untying the breast leash from the ring in the stone,
she gently pulled on it, signaling the other woman to rise.  She did
not speak, knowing that her friend could not hear her through the
thick leather helmet. After a slight start, the blonde woman rose
gracefully and stood submissively in front of her smaller companion,
waiting to be told what to do next.  Controlling her friend through
the line attached to the heavy golden rings in the blonde's large
nipples, the brunette steered her across the smooth flagstones to the
narrow, stone bench beside which the Sultan waited.  At his nod, she
stopped her friend in front of the bench and gently positioned the
blonde on her back resting on her bound arms.  Without further orders,
she took each of the blonde's feet and slipped  them through  rope
loops attached to the framework for the trellis on either side of the
bench, leaving the blonde on her back with her sex exposed.  Sinking
to her knees in front of that shaven sex, the brunette looked up at
the Sultan, her look imploring him to grant her this favor.  Smiling,
the Sultan nodded his head slightly,  indulging her.

Leaning forward, the young woman began to lick her blind, deaf, and
dumb companion, using the flat of her tongue to caresses the slick,
open vagina from the sensitive skin at the rear between her cunt and
her anus up to the prominent clitoris, now decorated with a golden
stud piercing its fleshy mound halfway between its base and the
sensitive tip.  Kept in a constant state of stimulation by the stud,
the woman's body responded instantly, lubricating herself with copious
amounts of secretion which the brunette eagerly lapped up.  As the
larger helmeted woman's body shook with pleasure from the oral
attention of her friend, the Sultan picked up a large red candle from
a nearby table,  a table covered with instruments of pain and
pleasure, and lit it.  He held it over the woman's reclining body and
slowly tipped the candle to allow a drop of hot wax to fall on the
unsuspecting woman's left breast.  With her head enclosed inside the
leather helmet, the blonde woman had no warning of the wax's approach.
The first she knew of it was the burning heat as the hot wax hit to
her sensitive beast cone, mixing pain with the pleasure she had been
receiving.  Again and again he dropped the hot wax onto her bare skin
at irregular intervals.  The wax produced pain but did no permanent
harm to her tanned skin; it was the anticipation of its use when
combined with the pleasure coming from the tongue burrowing inside her
which was driving the captive blonde woman mad with conflicting
impulses of pain/pleasure.  After some time, the Sultan grew bored
with this.  Putting down the candle, he unlocked from the helmet the
dildo inserted into the reclining woman's mouth.  As soft moans and
muffled pleas escaped from the round opening in the black helmet, the
man took a larger, double ended dildo from the table and held it up
for the brunette to see.  As she watched, he slid one end into the wet
cunt of the blonde, helmeted woman and then slid that same end which
was wet with her own secretions into the blonde's mouth, locking it
into the helmet.  Eagerly, the brunette slid her body up her friend's
, delighting in the skin to skin contact, until she lay on top of the
muscular, nude body of her friend.  The brunette licked the large hard
rubber cock jutting out of the mask, licking it with the flat of her
tongue before she took as much of it into her mouth as she could,
sucking on it as if it were a real cock.  As she sucked the rubber
cock, the man toyed with her yielding sphincter, making her body
wiggle  and rubbing her small cones against her friend's large , but
equally soft breasts.  Underneath her, the bound helmeted blonde could
only lie passively on the bench as the dildo in her mouth and throat
moved to and fro aggressively in response to the efforts of the woman
sucking the rubber cock.

At a word of command from the Sultan, the brunette repositioned
herself above the blonde's face, above the dildo jutting  out of her
friend's helmet, and slowly lowered herself onto the salvia wet rubber
until her crotch covered the helmeted face of her friend.  She began
riding the dildo, fucking her own cunt as well as the other woman's
mouth with the rubber double ended cock.  The Sultan took the leash
attached to the brunette's collar and tied it tightly to the chain
between the blonde's nipple rings.  Now each time she lifted herself
off the dildo, the brunette pulled on her friend's breasts, stretching
them with into elongated cones with each upstroke. Slowly at first,
then with increasing speed, the brunette rode her friend's face,
oblivious to the labored breathing of the woman under her.

Satisfied, the Sultan shrugged off his robe to reveal his slender,
brown body, as smooth and hairless as a boy's.  He positioned himself
standing between the legs of the large, muscular Western woman and
slid his cock into her wet, open cunt.  He felt the woman grip him as
he sank into the wet warmth.  Slowly he fucked the tall, muscular
blonde, savoring her warm tightness as he watched the brunette move on
the blonde's face, her pert, flying breasts instinctively drawing his
hands to her nipples as she pumped up and down with abandon on the
dildo in her friend's mouth.  Needing more, the Sultan reached again
for the still burning candle.  Holding it above the two women's
breasts, he alternated dropping the hot wax onto their breasts as he
slowly fucked the reclining woman.  The convulsions of the muscular
blonde's cunt muscles every time a drop of the hot wax unexpectedly
hit her breast squeezed his cock like a masturbating hand, milking him
with almost painful pleasure.  Soon, both the reclining woman's
breasts were  encased in the hardening wax, covering both sensitive
nipples and forcing him to aim for the less sensitive sides of her
large breasts.  The pleasure which came from using the hot wax on the
smaller brunette was different, less physical.  It was the pleasure of
seeing the conflicting fear and excitement in the brunette's eyes as
he held the candle above her wax spattered breast. Idly he picked at
the wax on her left nipple to expose it to his thumb and forefinger
while she steadied herself with her small hands on his shoulders- the
burning candle held threateningly between them in his right hand.
Leaving the throbbing nub, he gripped the brunette in her short mop of
hair and drew her mouth towards his own.  He thrust his tongue into
her submissively accepting mouth as he thrust his cock into her
friend's submissively accommodating cunt.  He began to come, shooting
spurt after spurt of cum into the warmth surrounding his cock.  As he
found his release, his right hand dropped, inadvertently dumping the
full measure of melted wax onto the helmeted woman's quaking stomach,
goading her to a masochistic climax  as her brunette friend rode the
dildo in the blonde's mouth to her own climax.

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