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Female P-O-W (M+/F, NC, rp, huml, military)
by conwic@aol.com
Date: 1997
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
Service members 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
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 call-sign. 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.
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."
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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.
THE END