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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 SIX

Hazily through the night Sera heard the mongrel dog at the pathetic
Sister again and again.  The first couple of time the nun screamed in
protest and horror and disgust as it mounted her, finding her exposed
gash and ripping his long, red prick into her defenceless pussy.
Perhaps the Sister fainted from sheer terror and exhaustion, or had
accepted the degradation.  At least, she no longer cried out
disturbingly through the night.  Or maybe they had come and taken her
away from where she was staked to the ground.
Anyway, when Sera roused the next morning, she was no longer there.
The rice was doled out, Sera was ignored.  She experienced mixed
emotions when she saw the approach of Truong Qui.  Perhaps, she
thought, hopefully, she had been co-operative - she would receive more
palatable rations.
"Time we talk about military information - intelligence," he said
dangerously.
"But I don't know anything," she cried futilely as she was released
from her bindings, hauled from the cage, the muzzle of the machine
pistol prodding her back.
"You will talk," Truong said, almost in a whisper as she was herded
into a small cave.  As they moved from the main chamber of the cavern
into a smaller one, Sera saw a naked figure of a man with his back to
her in a bamboo cage much smaller even than the one in which she had
been imprisoned.  The nun was slumped on the dirt floor, head bowed,
the mongrel nearby.
"Meet Special Forces Captain Percy, thirty two years old, from
California," Truong grunted, seating himself on a crude wooden chair
behind a table of rough planks. "Corporal Sera Deere, nineteen years
old, Captain Percy.  Perhaps you would be interested to know she fucks
my soldiers very satisfactorily and - as you Americans say - goes down
on a man very ardently.  She sucks cock for us Cong heroes."
Sera was aware of intense heat in her cheeks, in her jutting breasts
that tented the thin material of the blouse.  She glanced at the tall,
gaunt American with shaggy, stringy hair and heavy beard washed with
grey.
She glanced away as the American's bluish-grey eyes moved over her
face.
"Captain Percy, would you care to make another effort at telling me
what information you have concealed these past eleven months?" Truong
asked in a monotone.
Laboriously the officer repeated his name, rank and serial number.
"Come on, Truong, you know that whatever I could tell you wouldn't be
valid after that much time - almost a year."
"Aaaaahhh, then Corporal Deere will have to bring us all up to date,"
he whistled softly.  Sera peered helplessly at the haggard captain,
realizing for the first time his hands were bound with wire behind
him, that there was a length of wire looped about his neck and
attacked to a spike driven into the rock of the low ceiling of the
cave chamber.
"Corporal Deere, would you like the captain's cock?" Truong murmured
with a hint of a smile.  "He has quite a large cock, American bitch.
Yesss, quite large.  If pricks were brains, the American bastards
would be brilliant, I think so," he continued, eyes glittering.
"I like the idea. Captain Percy will fuck you while you tell me all
the military knowledge you have," the vicious, vile Cong chieftain
said.  "Yessss, I think so," he hissed, large protruding teeth
glistening lewdly in the fragile light of two lanterns stinking of a
low-grade kerosene.
"I can't possibly tell you anything," Sera said hopelessly. "I didn't
know what the work was I was doing.  I've only been over here about
six months.  And the things I typed and filed made no sense to me."
"I think you lie," Truong said, standing, coming around the table and
roughly lowering Captain Percy's black trousers to his feet. "Look at
the fine American prick and handsome balls, Miss Deere.  You tell me -
and I think suck this pretty prick and fuck your slutty snatch on it.
Or maybe I will have it slashed off."
Sera shrank back, a cold-hot cringing sensation deep in her pussy.
She was astonished that the American officer remained silent, instead
of just standing there, eyes lowered. She had a fleeting doubt the
American was capable of any kind of sex under the circumstances.  How
could any man, a prisoner like this, get a - a - a - hard-on.  It was
understandable how the depraved, degenerate Viet Cong could achieve
penile erection for cock-sucking and fucking.  But not an American -
in this hopeless situation.
"Bastard beasts," the captain muttered, not looking up, wincing
slightly when the Cong head squeezed his limber cock in a brutal fist
and then slugged the American in the balls.
Captain Percy slumped, gagged, the wire cutting into his throat.  But
Truong bolstered him, deftly loosened the wire so it slipped round the
spike in the ceiling.
Truong called for something in Vietnamese and the two men carrying a
wooden box responded. Sera thought she recognised one of the men.
There was a brief jabbering among the three of them and Sera was
tossed onto the plank table, on her back, held down by a hard hand
squeezing harshly into her left breast.
The blouse was ripped from her, leaving her completed naked, legs
dangling over the end of the planks which bit into her tender butt
moons.  Fingers tangled in her snarled hair held up her head and she
was forced to watch as Truong and the third man unstrung some wires.
"Yankee field telephone magneto," Truong explained in a tone of
patience.
Sera could hear the gritting of the captain's teeth as a thin wire
with a metal clip was attached to the back of his scrotum.  Truong
turned a small crank and Captain Percy screamed more in surprise than
pain.  "A very light shock," he grinned, eyes widening to questioning,
over-sized slants in his angular face.
"Ready Captain? Corporal Deere, watch what his balls do and the top of
the Yankee son of a bitch's prick,"  Truong simpered.  He gave the
crank rapid back and forth twistings and the American stiffened and
screamed, spittle trickling from the corners of his mouth, sticking in
his matted, tangled beard.
Sera stared as the twin balls in the heavily haired sac yo-yo'ed and a
tremor danced erratically along the limp hunk of male sex-meat.  The
purplish knob expanded, then wilted back to its normal scope, time and
again.
Truong handed the small box with the crank to another man and picked
up a round bar not quite an inch in diameter with a wire attached.  It
seemed nearly ten inches long with a thick wrapping of black
electrical tape around the end where the wire was attached.
"You sonnnns of bitchessss!" Captain Percy howled when the magneto
whirred. Sera jerked spastically, feet kicking uncontrollably when
Truong touched the shrivelled tips of her breasts.  The faint flash of
electricity sparked into her body and her heart almost stopped, then
raced.
Sera struggled on the table as first one of her titties and then the
other were subjected to tingling jolts of lightning.  She sobbed
convulsively, in terror, astonished at how the minute sparking caused
her breasts to balloon, the nipples grow to smooth, cherry points.
"Aaaahhhh - aaaahhhhaaahhhhhh," the three tormentors gurgled as they
lashed her arms to the legs of the crude sawhorses supporting the
planks.  A thin rope was looped tightly across her belly, just above
her heaving Venus mound, her legs left free.  She gasped and panted as
two rubber-wrapped clips were attached to her nipples, the tiny teeth
biting into her tender, sensitive flesh.
The crank was spun rapidly and there seemed to be a steady pulsation
of electricity flowing from the wires into the turgid points of her
flushed boobies.  The blonde gasped for breath, blood coursing wildly
through her body.  She could see the American officer only vaguely as
he wavered, rising on tiptoe, then his body going slack until the next
static current flashed into his hard, uptight balls.
His prick wiggled and waggled and lengthened, the head expanding and
contracting.  But he had stopped yelling as he gritted his teeth and
saliva trickled from his slack lips that tensed in a ghoulish leer
when each bolt hit him.
"Aaaaahhhh," bend over, Captain," Truong said in a wheedling tone, the
long, chromium plated steel bar in one hand.  When Percy hesitated,
the cruel Vietnamese whacked him solidly behind the right ear with the
bar. "Get your ass pushed back and your cheeks open wide," he growled.
He laid the rod in the tight cleft of Percy's ass leaves and the crank
was twisted.
"Aaaaaiiiiieeee! Jesus Christ!" Captain Percy howled.  Sera was jolted
on the table and tears flooded into her pinched blue eyes.  Percy was
bent forward, hands behind his back, between Sera's legs, drawn up
slightly, trim calves dangling.  Percy struggled away, twisting to one
side, cursing the two men who clung to his bound arms.  A knee into
his belly bent him almost double, his back to Sera.  She stared as in
a trance as two small, cruel, brown hands pried the cheeks of Percy's
ass open, exposing his anus.  The rubbery leaves were peeled farther
apart until the inner pinkness of his asshole was in evidence.
The two men giggled and chattered as the rounded tip of the heavy rod
was positioned against the tender dimple.  Percy slumped and screamed
as the thick rod was plummeted all the way to the rubber tape
wrappings up his tortured asshole.
The debased American officer shook violently with ragged breathing.
Sera experienced a momentary sense of appalling shame as she stared
between the cheeks of Percy's butt at the hideous instrument buried in
his bowels.  The wire was still clipped to his leg.
She tried to brace herself as she saw the two men release the arms of
the slumped-over officer.  The magneto whirred.  Her sobs of anguish
and torment were drowned as Captain Percy pranced and danced as the
steel bar imbedded in his butt hole carried the staccato stream of
electricity into his guts.
In his gyrations of torment he turned and Sera gawked at his contorted
face.  Her gaze darted to his crotch and she was astonished to see his
prick twitching.  Each time the crank was turned his prick danced
upwards, stiffening and thickening, the bulb glowing as it gorged with
blood.
A few more slow turns of the magneto and the American's prick slanted
out from his hairy crotch, gigantic and pulsating.  He whimpered like
a whipped child as charge after charge of electricity was unleashed in
his rectum and into his balls.  Tears flushed from his vacant eyes as
he was pushed to the end of the rough table, between her trembling
legs.
She raised her head and watched Truong tilt the Captain's enormous
cock into the fuck-trough of her pussy.  He was held forward over her.
And she closed her eyes, appalled by the tortured, mad expression on
his gaunt face.
"Bitch, you gonna enjoy getting' fucked by handsome Yankee son of a
bitchin' officer," Truong gloated.  There was just a slight twitch of
the crank, but enough to spark in the rod in Percy's asshole.  He
hooted sharply and sort of stumbled forward, driving his cock deep
into Sera's hot cunny.  The immensity of his prick, the biggest she
had yet received into her, stretched her walls and sent shivers up
through her belly.
She thought she could feel a trickle of torrid, sticky juice from the
captain's cock as it was slowly ploughed into her vacuuming snatch.
As the walls of her cunt adjusted to the monstrous prick, a surge of
ecstasy cascaded through the core of her being.
Numbly she thought if there were no more shocks, it might even be
tremendously pleasurable, being fucked by the gasping American Special
Forces captain.  Without warning, the magneto was cranked and Sera
screamed, shrill and mournful, as the hot, firm tips of her titties
seemed to explode.
The officer between her legs, his cock planted all the way into her
snatch, gave her half a dozen mighty fuck-lunges and a tempestuous
orgasm rocked her sanity.
Her cunt received a squirt of jizz that was so hot it seemed to scald
the walls of her sex-canal.  His prick was solid in her, deep, so deep
his hard groin was crushed against her love mound, squashing her fully
distended clit.
The man's balls felt enormous, lolling in the shallow crevice of her
ass, against her butt hole, heavy and as coarse as a coconut. "I've
got to; I have to fuck you," he gasped.  "They got me so charged up I
got to fuck hell out of you or go crazy." In a softer tone, so she
barely heard him, he said "Be alert at night - I think soon, we'll get
away from them."
Then he hollered like a maddened animal as a flurry of electrical
current exploded in his bowels and his nuts.
Uncontrolled jizz poured into her suctioning pussy, the walls grabbing
and clutching at his pounding prick as he fucked her as furiously as a
lustful beast.
Perhaps it was the faint hope of getting away.  But Sera was keenly
aware of a singing in her brain, mingled with wanton, brazen ecstasy.
Was it true?  It seemed true; she loved his prick diving wildly in and
out of her twat, fucking her wildly, jizz pouring into her snatch.
The field magneto was humming almost constantly now and Sera was
sobbing convulsively, doing all she could do to hoist her crotch to
Captain Percy's plunging prick, feeling the stream of electricity
pouring into her deep in her snatch.  She curved her snatch up to his
lustful fucking and his cock was streaming a steady flow of cum into
her hot, snug hole.
An exquisite sense of enthralment tore through her like a cyclone such
as she had seen in the distance from her Kansas home.  The ultimate of
sexual ecstasy throbbed and burned all through her naked body as she
writhed and bounced on the creaking planks of the rough table.
The cock-jizzing her pussy was receiving filled her with total
enchantment of being fucked so wildly she thought she was going mad.
Her tits seemed enormous as she gawked at them through tear filmed
eyes.  The tips were like maraschino cherries, red and ripe and
smooth.  Captain Percy was giving her cunt a prodigious reaming with
his enormous, masterful American cock.
Numbly, her words began to register in her ears.  She was screaming
for him to "Fuck me! Fuck me! Shove your huge cock in me and fuck me
and jizz me and make me go and screw me with your beautiful prick and
send me to heaven and fuck me some more 'til I faint."  Sera gulped
for breath, then shrieked in a shrill wavering voice.



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