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Usual Disclaimer:  These are adult stories and sexual fantasies.  If
you are under age or if it is illegal for you to be reading them then
please go away now.

I am not the author.  They were written by that prolific writer: -
Anon.


CHAPTER ONE

Paralysed by terror, Sera Deere whimpered plaintively as her clothes
were ripped off and she was stripped to her panties and bra.
"American bitch", one of her captors said sibilantly, in stilted
English as she was forced to her knees before the evil-faced little
brown man who stood in the crude jungle shelter.
Rain water that trickled from her short-cropped blonde hair failed to
blind Sera to the spectacle of the Viet Cong soldier who pushed down
the bottoms of his black pyjama-like uniform.  Nausea shuddered
through Sera as she stared at the obscene genitals that the Cong
guerrilla held in his small brown hand.
Light from the flickering, smokeless fire washed over the man's ugly
cock and balls as he peeled back the skin to expose the obscene end of
his penis.  Sound of the rain was muffled.  Cruel hands rubbed over
the girl's pale, milky skin and fingers pinched at her taut buttocks
and groped for the heaving cones of her breasts.
As naïve as the 20-year old WAC corporal was, she had no doubts what
the impassive Oriental wanted - demanded - of her.  Giggles and
unintelligible jabberings of the four black uniformed figures hunkered
in a semicircle just beyond the circle of firelight filled her with
terror and loathing.
"Suckee, suckee," the guerrilla leader commanded harshly in parody of
the Saigon street girls.  Seizing a handful of her golden hair and
yanking it brutally, the soldier waggled his dark brown penis before
the American girl's appalled eyes.
"Oh God, noooooo," Sera whimpered, gagging at the prospect of having
his filthy, foreign cock in her mouth.  He yanked her closer and she
could smell the odour of his maleness. Her skin crawled and her nearly
naked body shuddered as another soldier's hands played over her
smooth, golden skin from behind, squeezing her buttocks through the
drenched fabric of her panties.
Sera shook her head, clearing them of tears, her gaze pleading
silently, eloquently, trying to communicate her innocence and begging
for mercy.
"Get it," the leader leered, lightly brushing the head of his penis
against her pursed lips and the tip of her nose. "Wan' die?"
Sera shuddered, a coldness like steel lancing through her slender
body.  She shook her head slowly, shivering, feeling a hand search
under the elastic top of her panties to maul her butt cheeks.  Coarse
fingers travelled down the tensed crack of her butt and dabbled at the
virgin pouch of her pussy.
"Ooooooooohh, Jesus-God," Sera wailed, heart hammering with fear and
dread and sickening humiliation.  She was unaware the Cong chieftain
no longer held his penis until his hand appeared with a blue steel
pistol splotched with blood-like rust.
"Yankee bitch, suckee - or die," he said ruthlessly and placed the
muzzle between Sera's eyes, cold and terrorizing at the bridge of her
petite nose.  He released her hair and again lifted the obscene flesh
towards her face.
She could only feel the finger from the man behind her probing at the
thick lips of her pussy, separating them, gouging along her tender,
pink furrow.  A nerve-shattering sensation danced through her loins
and her belly as the soldier behind her hooked the end of his finger
inside her cunt.  She tried to lower her bottom to the damp ground,
but his hooked finger sent sparks of pain through her tight canal and
she held herself firm, immobile, aware her posture gave the ghastly
tormentor access to her sacred zone.
There was a metallic click and Sera froze, knowing she was only
seconds away from having her head exploded by a bullet, her brains
blown out - and dying.  Even the finger gouging just inside her pussy
was still.  Slowly, Sera lowered her gaze and she stared with fear and
loathing at the Viet Cong soldier's cock.
"I - I - nooooo - please?" she sobbed.  Then she closed her eyes,
feeling the head of the swollen prick brushed like velvet against her
lips.  The end of the pistol barrel was taken from her head and she
thought her captor was relenting and she sighed with gratitude, when a
harsh explosion of a shot fired into the air deafened her.  And the
hot muzzle was planted against her left temple again.
She drew a deep, agonized breath, her eyes blinking several times.
The end of his cock was warm against her trembling lips.  With a sigh,
she opened her mouth fractions of an inch at a time and felt the warm,
slick head of cock against her tongue.
Sera whimpered as the brutal Viet Cong soldier crammed his prick
against her teeth.  Jerkily, her mouth continued to open and her face
was full of rubbery prick.  The man forcing abuse on her chuckled and
chattered something in Vietnamese and his companions giggled and crept
forward, two of them pushing leering faces close to hers to watch the
young American girl sucking the cock of their leader.
Sera was keenly aware of several sensations.  Her thin, wet panties
were being dragged off over the roundness of her buttocks and pushed
down to her knees.  The finger was nudging around in her pussy and
another hand was rubbing her body. A hand pushed the cups of her bra
upward and her conical 34-DD breasts were in the open, being mauled
and squeezed, her tits shooting hot sensations through her body.
And the prick she had in her mouth was beginning to swell, filling
Sera's face until her jaws were stretched to the aching point. A dark
hand swept down over her face and thumb and finger pinched her
nostrils closed.
Sera whimpered and gasped on the thickening, stiffening prick in her
mouth, sobbing for breath.  The effort made her suck and swallow on
the man's organ, the head sliding past the curvature of her throat as
she swallowed. She had no intention of doing anything beyond letting
her captor force her to take his cock into her mouth; but having her
nose pinched shut forced her to struggle to breathe, thus suck on the
dark bulb and the hard shaft.
She tried to push at the hand on her titties, but a nipple was tweaked
so brutally she put her hand back on the damp ground.  Her neck ached
from being forced in an arc to accommodate the cock in her mouth.
Her sense of humiliation increased as the man at her head began moving
his hips as he fucked her in the mouth.  She shuddered with weakness
and sickness as the hard cock was shoved in and out of her mouth, down
her quivering throat.
Sera's scream was muffled on the cock fucking her mouth.  There had
been sudden pain in her anus as a finger violated her butt hole.  In
spite of herself she relaxed slightly, grateful she wasn't about to
die.  After all, why should they kill her?  Wasn't she doing what they
wanted?  Wasn't she letting the leader of the band take his pleasure
by shoving his ugly, filthy cock in and out of her mouth?  And wasn't
she adding to his pleasure by sucking his prick!  Even her tongue was
working, slithering along the underside of his hard meat as the thick
knob on the end sloughed along the softness of her palate and cascaded
into her throat.
Her jaws ached and worked and the Vietnamese groaned and his pace
quickened as he steadily fucked his cock in and out of her mouth.  Her
lips pushed in as he crammed it into her face, pulled out as he
withdrew, then were pushed back in again as he fucked in deep.
The pain had given way to a numb burning in her asshole as the man at
her behind steadily plied his finger in and out of her butt.  She
sobbed and gulped, grateful that the man fucking her in the face had
released her nostrils so that she could get a deep breath.
She swallowed hard on the plunging cock and was aware of an elusive
sense of security, frail as it was, when the man violating her mouth
with his prick patted her head, rubbed his hands over her bare
shoulders, almost affectionately.
When the fuck-strokes quickened in her mouth Sera stiffened with new
apprehension.  He was ramming the head of his prick deeper and more
determinedly into her gullet.  A wave of faintness flooded through
Sera and she fought against gagging, instinctively knowing what was
about to happen.
Then it came with astonishing swiftness.  One minute she was being
fucked fast and deep in the mouth.  The next, all of the Cong's cock
was forced down her throat and was shooting horrid, sticky cum into
her stomach while the one behind her was finger fucking her asshole as
fast as he could make his finger and hand fly.
Mercifully, Sera was able to gulp down his jizz without throttling.
She sighed deeply, feeling the sac of gonads with a sprinkling of
crisp hair against her quivering chin.  Oooooh, she should have stayed
with her secretarial job at the insurance company in Wichita Falls
instead of letting herself he recruited to the WACS and sent overseas.
The finger up her ass was imbedded deep and she bowed her back, trying
to draw her rectum off it.  But her tormentor kept it right up her
butt, in deep and firm.  It made her insides feel so full.  Oooooh I
want to die, she thought as the ebb of jizz pouring into her mouth and
down her throat began.  But did she?  Why had she relented and sucked
cock when death had only been a split second away?
Sera waggled her curved bottom, weaved her butt from side to side in
protest at the finger up her tiny, burning, itching asshole.  She was
unaware when it was withdrawn, but her rear end continued writhing and
squirming and members of the band giggled lewdly at her display.
With a grunt the Cong leader pulled his shrivelling prick from her
mouth, and slapped her hard, sending her toppling obscenely onto her
back before the dying fire and the cruelly sparkling eyes of her
captors who laughed and pointed at her bared titties and exposed
pussy, the mound adorned by a crown of curly, golden hair.
She couldn't look at them as she struggled to get her breasts back
into the cups of the bra and pull up her panties.  Then they were on
the trail again.



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