From: xtale@aol.com (X Tale)

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   Subject: BIKINI MODEL GANG-RAPE (PART 1)

   Date: 5 Aug 1995 12:36:31 -0400

   Organization: America Online, Inc.  (1-800-827-6364)

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   Bikini Model Gang-Rape (Part 1)

   She should've known better, but she listened to her stupid boyfriend. 
It seemed so easy: on their trip to Columbia, he'd pick up a couple of
ounces of coke from a guy he knew and they'd just

   smuggle it home and party it up back in San Diego.  It was supposed to
be so easy.

   Staci's parents, both doctors, had sprung for the trip for her 18th
birthday.  They were proud of their daughter, she'd just graduated form
high school and was just starting to model bikinis for a local swim wear
company - and she had the look: long, straight, blonde past the middle of
her back, blue eyes, a very pretty face, nice full tits, slender legs, and
a perfect little ass - she could go far modeling - and the money was good,
but the work was not real steady and Steve, her boyfriend, pretty much just
surfed and hung-out.  So her parents thoughtit would be good for Staci to
visit another culture and to see some of the pre-Columbian ruins and
artifacts strewn throughout the region and hopefully spark her interest in
going to college.  Well, Steve had other ideas, ideas Staci liked too as
they took off for their two weeks.

   They spent a few days in Bogota, but then they checked out of their
hotel and headed into the mountains south of the city, to a little mountain
village where Steve's friend Paulo lived.

   Everything went as planned: they met Steve's friend, and stayed with him
for a couple of days, then they bought the coke, 2 ounces of absolutely
pure cocaine for $200.  Incredible.  They packed it into balloons and Staci
went into the other room and unbuttoned her faded, cut-off "Daisy-May"
short-shorts, let them fall around her ankles, slipped her little white
g-string down, and inserted both balloons deep into her pussy.  It felt
kind of good slipping in, a deep tingly sensation like having a huge dick
inside her but without being sexually stimulated; she liked it.

   As they drove away, back towards Bogota, they waved goodbye to Paulo and
the little village.  They planned to spend the rest of their last week in
the Capital, sight seeing and doing up lines.

   About ten miles from the outskirts of the city as they bumped along the
rutted road in the damp tropical heat they saw a road block up ahead.  They
looked like government troops.  Staci looked nervous as she brushed some
wet blonde hair from her face.

   Two guys in military jungle fatigues holding machine guns stood in the
road.  Steve stopped the car.  They approached on both sides.  Staci stared
straight ahead as the guard on her side walked around the vehicle.  Steve
handed the guard at his window their passports and the papers showing the
car to be a rental.  The guard looked at the papers and into the car at
Steve and Staci, then he yelled in Spanish and pointed the machine gun at
them, other men jumped off the trucks and pointed their machine guns at the
car, Steve and Staci froze in panic.

   The guard screamed and waved his gun, motioning them out of the car. 
They both held their hands out to show themselves unarmed and tried to get
out of the car.  As Steve opened his door the guard lunged and struck him
sharply on the head with his machine gun, then swiftly kicked Steve in the
face.  Steve was still dangling in the car as the guard grabbed him by the
hair and pulled him out of the car and violently kicked Steve in the ribs,
rolling him onto his back.  Steve begged as Staci screamed and sobbed.  Two
guards directed her to the hood of the car where she stood shaking and
holding her face as tears streamed down.

   There was still a lot of commotion and screaming and gun pointing as
Steve remained on the ground on his back and Staci stood motionless. 
Waiting.  They knew they'd been caught.  Paulo.

   An officer stepped out from a jeep on the right side of the road.  He'd
been watching the whole thing.  He walked up to Steve and asked calmly in
broken English, "Where is the coca my friend?" and he smiled down at Steve,
revealing his three, gold capped, upper front teeth.

   Steve belted out, "What coke?  We don't have shit." His voice trailed
away.

   The officer smiled again, a sadistic smile, as he placed the sole of his
shiny, black jack-boot on Steve's face and pressed down hard and grinding.
"Where is the coca?" Steve started to scream as his face bruised and began
to bleed under the pressure.  "You Americanos come here and think you can
do what you please, raping my country and my people, I will show you." And
he stomped down on Steve's chest knocking the wind out of him.

   He turned and faced Staci who stood terrorized.  As the officer started
over to where she stood she began to back up slowly.  Two steps back and
the strong hands of guards clamped down on her arms and held her firm.  The
officer smiled as he approached, his gold teeth glimmering.  She struggled,
twisting and jerking to get free, but the guards held her tight.  Steve

   rolled onto his hands and knees and watched in pain.

   The officer shouted something in Spanish and the guards forced Staci to
the ground, two more guards ran over.  She screamed for help, as they held
her down and ripped the buttons on her shorts open and pulled them off her.
Staci struggled in the dirt as the four guards held her down.

   The officer pulled his shiny steel knife from its sheath and Staci
stopped struggling and screaming as she watched the blade glint in the sun.
Steve tried to get up but a guard struck him with the butt of his rifle
from behind and knock him to the ground again, where he could only watch,
helpless.

   The officer knelt down by Staci's waist.  She lay motionless, watching
the blade.  The officer enjoying her fear, gently placed the razor-sharp
tip on her smooth, tender neck.  She swallowed.  He ran the tip between her
tits.  He said something in Spanish and there was a nervous laughter.  He
ran the blade down to her tan stomach, and across her tight hard muscles,
down to her pelvis, where he drew the blade across the pelvic bones which
protruded slightly, and back up to the elastic strap of her white g-string,
where, with a quick flick, he cut the elastic.  The cut strap revealed her
very white tan lines from her bikini.  Staci began to beg.

   "No, no please stop.  We'll leave.  No please." She clenched as the
officer cut the other elastic band.  She started to cry as he took the
point of the blade and lifted her panties away revealing her pussy.  Her
dark tan lines contrasted sharply with her white skin where her light brown
pubic hair had been trimmed and shaved into a little strip.  Her pussy lips
were shaved completely.  The officer said something else in Spanish and the
guards spread Staci's legs wide open.  She continued to sob as he took his
knife and ran it through her muff and down to her pussy lips, he ran the
long, sharpened edge down her inner thigh as if shaving her and said,
"Shave very nice, no." He said something else in Spanish to another wave of
nervous laughter.  Then he plunged the knife violently down into the soil
between her legs and Staci screamed as all the guards laughed and Steve
watched.

   Staci could only watch as the officer stuck two dirty fingers from his
right hand into her mouth and rubbed them on her tongue .  He smiled as she
gagged and struggled and twisted.  Then he pulled them out of her mouth and
inserted then into her pussy.

   She cried, "No, no, please."

   The officer said something in Spanish as he felt around inside her, she
could feel his fingers probing inside her, moving the balloons around.  He
was enjoying this.  Then he pulled one of the balloons out of Staci's
widespread snatch.  He sniffed it and examined the balloon before handing
it to another guard, who smiled as he held it and watched.  The officer
slipped his fingers back inside Staci, in past his knuckles, she could feel
his big hand stretching her as he took his time violating her, before he
smiled and pulled the second balloon out.  He handed the second balloon to
the guard and he said something in Spanish as he started to undo his pants.


   Staci started to scream again and fight but the guards held her firmly
to the ground.  She was pinned and helpless as his belt buckle fell open
and he started to undo his fly.  He shouted something and two guards drug
Steve over to where he could watch clearly.  They both held the barrels of
their guns to his head.  The officer said, "If you move, they will shoot
you."

   Steve watched as the officer pulled his hard prick out of his pants and
climbed on top of Staci.  She screamed and struggled as she felt his rigid
rod beginning to penetrate.  It hurt as he rammed it inside and started to
fuck her.  She cried as he looked down at her, his bad breath blowing onto
her face, his meaningless words in time with each violating trust.  His
dirty tongue licked her face and ear, she turned her face away but he kept
groaning and grunting on top of her until he finally jammed his big prick
all the way inside her and came.  He twitched and groaned as his cum
flooded her violated hole.

   Staci looked up at him with hatred as he smiled down, she could see his
gold caps and rotting teeth, his pitted and pocked greasy face.  He pulled
his spent, cum covered cock out of her and flopped it back into his pants,
and did them up.  He stood up and, as he walked away, he said something in
Spanish.  The other 10 men from the detachment whooped and hollered and
shouted in Spanish as they surrounded Staci.  Steve lay helpless on the
ground, a boot in his back and two guns to his head as he watched 14
soldiers gang-rape his girlfriend.

   Four guys held her down as the others took turns raping her.  They
ripped her t-shirt off and groped and pulled at her snow white tits and
hard little nipples as guy after guy got between her legs and fucked her.
The officer's cum lubricated her tight little pussy so each soldier got a
nice juicy hole to wildly fuck as they traded-off, each enjoying her.

   Staci stopped struggling after the 5th or 6th guy had fucked her, but
they still held her tight.  There was a frenzy around her; hands rubbed and
pulled and pinched, she felt guy after guy climb on top of her, his weight
pressing down as he found her raped pussy, and penetrated.  Fucking her
hard, she could feel their cocks inside her, filling her, violating her,
she could feel their heavy balls slapping her ass, their stubbled, dirty
faces smiling down at her, saying things in Spanish, pounding and pounding,
their awful breath as they panted and gasped, and just after they would cum
they would pull out and let some other dirty soldier find her hole and fuck
her.

   Soldier after soldier took his turn again and again.

   Steve tried to close his eyes but the guards made him watch.  He watched
as each of the soldiers finally climbed between Staci's widespread legs and
fucked her until they pumped their cum deep inside her pussy.

   Staci could feel the cum fill her cunt.  She felt looser and sloppier
with each guy.  She could feel the cum being forced out of her pussy as
each new cock pushed in; it bubbled and farted as it seeped out and ran
down over her asshole and smeared between her legs until she was a gooey,
sticky, cum soaked mess as each guy's cock slipped in and out of her.  The
soldiers didn't care, they each wanted to have a chance to cum inside a
white American bitch, especially a beautiful, long-haired blonde,
big-titted white girl just like the American magazines they jack-off to.

   Finally it was over, as the last guy grunted and grimaced as he pumped
his load inside her well fucked and cum draining cunt.  Steve could hear
the sloppy pussy farts over where he lay and watched as the last guy pulled
his ten-inch tool from Staci's completely stretched and splattered,
gang-raped hole.

   ***