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FEMALE POW: THE MOTHER OF ALL RAPES (part1/5)
INTRODUCTION: Largely because of the scandal caused by the Navy's 1991
"Tailhook"
convention , the ban on women flying U.S. combat aircraft was lifted on 28
April,1993.
This story is a "what-if" looking at what might have happened if
"Tailhook" had
happened before the 1991 Gulf War and as a result women had flown combat
aircraft
during that war.
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It was the second day of the air war and Air Force Major Diana
Barker was feeling very unhappy. Part of this was attributable to
the fact that she was sitting in the back of an Iraqi army truck with
her hands tied behind her back and a bag over her head. She was thirsty,
her body ached from the jolt she received when she ejected from her F-16,
and she was
afraid. But most of all, she was pissed because she knew that she had
blown it. After all
the hype, the first woman combat pilot had let herself get shot down on
her first combat
mission. All she could think of was how this was going to screw up her
plans for getting a
star. She had spent the last ten years of her life working toward that
goal. She had used
every resource at her command to get ahead in the air force, discovering
in her first year at
the academy that it was not so much a case of how good you were as how
well you could
manipulate the system. She soon realized that the Air Force's equal
opportunity program
was the perfect "ticket to ride" for someone like herself with a lot of
ambition and few
scruples. Those superiors she couldn't or wouldn't fuck , she blackmailed.
As a woman,
the pressure on her superiors to ensure that she succeeded was already
great; adding the
threat to file a sexual harassment complaint made it irresistible. This
attitude earned her
the nickname of "Nutcracker". Instead of angering her, Diana was proud
of the
nickname, so proud that she used it as her radio callsign. A year ago when
the Air Force
opened fighters to women, she had been an obscure if talented captain
flying C-141
transports. Now at 32, Diana Barker was a high speed, low drag major and
the darling of
the media. Unfortunately, the media demands of her "superstar" status had
not left her the
time or the inclination to master mundane matters like counter-SAM drills.
As she rode, Diana began to think that she could come out of this OK.
Aside from
some groping by the soldiers guarding her, no one had mistreated her. Nor
was she the
type to be afraid of a little "grab-ass". Diana was almost six feet tall
with the buff
physique of a body builder combined with a 36" chest. She was proud of
her body; like
everything about her from her short and sassy haircut to her choice of
cars, it was part of
the "Top Gun" image she had created for herself.
Diana could feel the change as the truck moved on to a hardtop road and
hours later
could detect the increase in sounds as they entered a city. She surmised
that she must be
in Baghdad. Eventually she felt the truck stop and she was hustled out
and into a building.
There was some conversation in Arabic which she could not understand and
then more
walking , this time down some stairs and through numerous doors which
clanked
ominously behind her. When the guards released her arms and spoke, Diana
could see
light through the bottom of the bag covering her head and sense the
presence of several
other men in the room besides her escorts. Diana was very proud of how
tough she had
been at the Air Force's survival, escape ,and evasion school. She thought
she could handle
a camel jockey.
Watching her from his seat was Captain Vahid Yazeed of Saddam's special
security
service , one of his most promising young torturers. He had been
personally selected by
the Great Leader to break the first American pilots captured and turn them
into
propaganda weapons . Yazeed understood that the information he extracted
was of minor
importance His job was to break the pilots' will, so that they would be
pliable tools in the
battle for American public opinion which would be waged using their own
media. Though
he was surprised that the first POW was a woman, it made no difference in
his orders and
made the task that much more appealing to him. A through sadist, Yazeed
had been
eagerly anticipating watching his men rape an American male pilot. Now
that he had a
female pilot to work on, he looked forward to participating in the rape as
well. For rape
was a primary tool of his trade, used to break the subject, man or woman,
psychologically.
Although he had tortured Iraqi and Kurdish women, Diana would be his first
Western
female. Yazeed found the idea of having such a woman under his control
very exciting.
"Strip her," ordered Yazeed as he leaned back in his chair and watched.
The guards untied Diana's hands and unzipped her flight suit, then
pulled it off her and
set it carefully aside. Then they ripped off her T shirt, bra and panties
, leaving her nude
but for her combat boots, dog tags, and the bag covering her head. Diana
did not try to
resist them; instead she concentrated on breathing slowly and calmly. She
had been told
to expect this in survival school. Stripping a person of their clothes
was meant to stripped
them of their confidence, her instructors had told her. Still, knowing
that didn't make her
feel any braver right now.
Yazeed examined her body at length. He found the large breasts with
their little finger
size nipples to be fascinating . The breasts and particularly the nipples
were a very
sensitive area for a woman. He would enjoy working on a woman so amply
endowed.
Her muscular body was foreign to an Arab but nevertheless appealing. Not
only did it
arouse him, but it would serve his purposes well since she could suffer
longer before she
reached her physical limit. Only her neatly trimmed pubic hair repelled
him. Unlike this
Western slut, respectable Arab women shaved their pubic hair. Though he
knew that he
should wait longer to let the humiliation of standing nude before unseen
men play upon
her, Yazeed could not wait to see her face. Half afraid he would find an
ugly hag , he
ordered the bag removed from her head. He was pleased to find a
beautiful, mature face
framed by reddish brown hair.
Diana remained at attention when the guard pulled off the bag.
Unaccustomed to the
bright lights, she could see nothing until her eyes adjusted. Then she
saw two men in front
of her. One was seated; he was a clean shaven man about her age wearing a
well tailored
officer's uniform whose rank she did not recognize. Standing behind him
in the classic
flunky position was a younger, very worried looking man in a shabby
uniform. Diana
ignored him and concentrated on the officer. She could sense the presence
of her guards
behind her but ignored them as well.
Yazeed spoke briefly. The younger man standing behind him translated, "
You are in the
custody of the security service. You are not a prisoner of war but a
criminal guilty of
crimes against the state of Iraq and will be treated accordingly. Your
only hope for
leniency is to cooperate fully."
" I am Major Diana Barker, serial number 309-48-8221, United States Air
Force. I
demand to be treated as a prisoner of war. What you are doing is contrary
to the Geneva
Convention; you could be tried as a war criminal for mistreating a
prisoner" It sounded a
little pompous, but Diana was just pleased to have gotten through it
without her voice
breaking. She had to make this man understand that she was someone he
couldn't push
around.
At a nod of Yazeed's head the guard to her right jabbed her hard in the
kidney with a
short wooden club, sending her to the floor doubled up in pain. As she
lay there, she
dimly heard the translator tell her that the Captain did not like speeches
other than his
own. Another order from Yazeed had the guard haul her to her feet by her
hair.
Yazeed spoke at length before the translator turned to her and said, " The
Captain says
that your country is foolish to use women in its air force and to use
them in a war. That
you will be the one to pay the price for your country's foolish ideas.
Being a woman will
not protect you. Nor will the Geneva Convention protect you here. What is
your unit,
your base location, and what was your mission?"
Diana glared at the seated officer as she replied, " Barker, Diana,
Major, USAF, serial
number 309-48-8221. I demand to speak to a senior officer." As she
finished her reply, a
nod from Yazeed again brought a painful jab from the guard behind her.
She kept her feet
this time but saw stars. As she resumed her position of attention, the
Iraqi officer left his
chair and stood in front of her. To her disgust, he began running his
hands over her
breasts, weighing the heavy globes in his hands. As she clinched her fist
in helpless fury,
he smiled unpleasantly and spoke to the translator, giving his words
emphasis by twisting
her nipples.
" The Captain says that you are a foolish woman who thinks that she is
going to a tea
party, not a war.. He says that you will not be so uncooperative after
the guards have
finished with you. He says that the guards will enjoy raping you. They
have never had a
Western woman before and are curious if what they have heard of the
insatiable sexual
appetite of Western women is true." As he continued, the young man's
anxious expression
gave way to one of real fear. "Remember that you are totally in his
hands to do with as
he wishes; no one can help you here. If you do not obey him and answer
all his questions,
he will do terrible things to you. Please, what is your unit, your base,
and your mission?"
Diana hesitated. She was not prepared for the crude direct approach of
the Iraqi Captain.
She had expected captivity to be mostly mind games just as it had been at
her training
course. But her training wasn't the real world of the middle East. Now,
things were
moving too fast for her. She felt she had to slow things down, pretend to
give in to gain
time. This sort of information was of little value anyway; certainly not
worth a gang rape.
She replied , " I am from the 417th Tactical Fighter Squadron, 250th
Tactical Fighter
Wing which is based at Dhahran. I was flying an aircap when the missile
hit me." Diana 's
face burned as she spoke. She was ashamed that she had given in so soon;
but since the
information was all lies she knew it would do no harm.
Yazeed listened to the translation, consulted a black notebook , and then
turned to Diana
with a chilling smile. The translator listened to him and said," The
Captain says that you
are a poor liar. We are not stupid ; we have CNN here too. We saw the
reporter do his
story about your loss. Some of our pilots spent a lot of time in Saudi
Arabia when we
were fighting the accused Iranians. They tell us that the base he
broadcast from was Al
Mindhat not Dhahran; the buildings are quite different. Nor is there any
417th fighter
squadron or 250th fighter wing listed for your active air force. The
Captain now intends
to teach you a lesson in what happens when you lie to him."
Yazeed stepped back and gave an order to the guards. They grabbed her
arms and
dragged her to a long bar hanging from the ceiling. A sharp blow to the
stomach
precluded resistance on Diana's part as they secured her hands in manacles
at the ends of
the bar. Then the two men grabbed her muscular legs and bent them back
until the lower
legs were a foot above and parallel to the floor. A sharp order to the
translator sent him
to help the two guards by tying a rope around her booted feet and then to
the ends of the
bar. In a moment, Diana hung from the ceiling, her muscular arms
supporting her entire
weight, with her legs tied like the short leg of an "L" behind her. As
she cursed the Iraqi
guards, one of them held a bottle of clear fluid to her mouth while the
second guard used
his fingers to close off her nose. As Diana choked and sputtered, they
poured the vile
tasting fluid down her all the while laughing. .Even the translator
seemed amused as he
told her, " The bottle held a powerful laxative. The Captain says that
now you will not be
so full of shit. "
The guards then gagged her with a rubber ball gag, patted her ass, and
left; Captain
Yazeed and his translator remained. The officer stood in front of Diana ,
caressing her
prominent nipples again. He began twisting the sensitive flesh with his
strong fingers as he
stared into her face. He worked on them one at a time, twisting and
squeezing the nubs
until they hardened involuntarily. The twisting was no more painful than
foreplay but it
was humiliating to Diana to have this man use her body so casually. When
he was
satisfied with the erectness of her nipples, Yazeed brought a pair of
small metal clamps,
alligator clips actually from a voltage meter, out of his pocket. The
clamps had serrated
teeth and a powerful spring. He placed each carefully on her elongated
nipples and then
released both at once. The sharp teeth bit down into the tender flesh of
Diana's nipples,
drawing tiny drops of blood almost instantly. Diana screamed into her gag
as the two
clips bit into her nipples. The pain was overwhelming; for a moment she
thought her
nipples had been cut off. Then Yazeed took a roll of thick green tape
and tore off a strip
about six inches long. Without a word, he smoothed it down over her pubic
hair.
Looking her in the face, he ripped the tape off her . Diana's head went
back as another
sharp pain shot up her body. Dimly she realized that he was pulling her
pubic hair off.
Yazeed confirmed this for her as he held up the tape with a handful of her
short hairs
attached and grinned. The Iraqi officer varied the way he pulled each
piece of tape off;
sometimes pulling slowly so that she felt every hair pull out and
sometimes quickly so that
she didn't feel the pain until he was holding the tape up for her
inspection. Eventually he
was satisfied by the now hairless vee between her spread legs. He tore off
one last piece.
This one went over her anus so that she could not excrete anything until
it was removed.
Then the officer and his flunky left as well, leaving Diana alone with her
pain.
Diana knew that they were going to rape her. The use of the laxative made
it obvious that
they intended to sodomize her. She had never allowed anyone to take her
in the ass. The
thought of one or more of them using her in that way terrified her. She
could have
tolerated normal intercourse, but not sodomy. Visions of her anal rape
began running
unbidden through her mind, accented by the pain of the clamps biting into
her sensitive
nipples and the strain of her weight pulling on her arm muscles.
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Subject: retry-REPOST: FEMALE POW (M+/F,nc,war,rape) 2/5
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FEMALE POW: THE MOTHER OF ALL RAPES (Part2/5)
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 spincter
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
spincter. 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
spincter; now her
cunt was also covered in the white spendings. It wasdripping 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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Subject: NEW: FEMALE POW (M/F,nc,war,rape,tort,w/s) 3/5
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FEMALE POW: THE MOTHER OF ALL RAPES 3/5
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 spinster. Then she felt
the familiar
pressure as his penis filled her colon, sending painful cramps through her
guts and into her
brain.
AAHHHHH!!!!!! 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 sense of humiliation she felt.
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FEMALE POW : THE MOTHER OF ALL RAPES 4/5
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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Subject: NEW: FEMALE POW (M/FF,nc,rape,war,fist) 5/5
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FEMALE POW: THE MOTHER OF ALL RAPES
5/5
As the President read through the CIA report, he began shaking his head in
that disjointed
way he had when 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. A petite redhead with an athletic body- everyone
called her by her
callsign "Tomboy", the woman presented a fascinating contrast to the
muscular Major
Barker. It was easy to make the comparison; Rashid had Diana kneeling
submissively
beside the smaller woman with her legs spread to expose her cunt and arms
held behind
her head. Tomboy was tied bent face down over a table with her legs bound
to the legs to
expose her small red fringed slit. The General was forcing Diana to
recount for the
redheaded marine's benefit all of the things which he had done to her.
Diana had tears
running down her face by the time she got to the gang rape in the desert.
Her resigned
tone changed as her voice broke, and she could not continue. The General
had
to"encouraged" her with his fan belt before she could complete her story
about the gang
rape and how Rashid had used her in the car on the trip back. The General
was
thoroughly enjoying the effect Diana's story was having on the younger
woman.
However, the fear in her face was arousing him and he had to do something
about that....
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. The assault team waited
tensely inside
their Trojan horse, a 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.
General Rashid found the redheaded woman very attractive in a boyish way.
And she was
tight-just like a young boy- he discovered as he explored her asshole and
cunt with a
finger. Rashid smiled as he considered the thought which had just come to
him. He took
Diana's hair and jerked her between tomboy's legs.
"Put your hand up the little slut's sex. Now! "
" Sir? I.. I can't get .."
"Put your hand up her, or I will give you back to the 2nd brigade. You
remember them,
don't you whore? Do it! Now!"
The old Diana Barker would have refused his insane order. She may have
been a self-
serving bitch but she was not a sadist. This Diana had been raped and
beaten to within a
hair of madness; she did not care anymore who was hurt as long as it was
not her. She
was ready to do anything necessary to avoid more pain. Without
hesitation, Diana pushed
two fingers into Tomboy's cunt.
"AAHHHHH!!!! YOU'RE HURTING ME! TAKE IT OUT!"
When Diana's fingers penetrated her, Tomboy appeared to have a seizure as
her body
jerked and pulled against the ropes holding her to the table. Diana's two
fingers painfully
filled her small unlubricated cunt. Diana was amazed at how tight the
petite woman's
vagina was, so unlike her own. She pressed harder and could feel the
muscles of
Tomboy's vagina slowly give way. Diana's fingers sank deeper into the
woman's red
fringed slit until they were buried up to her knuckles.
"AAHHHH!! NOOO!! PLEEASSEEE NOOO!!!!!"
The General stood over Diana, his eyes bright, as he watched the larger
woman's fingers
force their way into the tiny cunt.
"Deeper now. Put your whole hand into her, slut. Show her how you felt
when I fucked
you!"
Diana started to force her third finger into Tomboy. She got the finger
into the redhead,
but could not get her hand into Tomboy past her knuckles. Ignoring
Tomboy's screams,
Diana pushed as hard as she could against the woman's cunt muscles but
could not
penetrate Tomboy any further. Diana pulled her fingers out the redhead's
cunt and licked
her whole hand, covering it with her saliva. Equipped with this makeshift
lubricant,
Diana's fingers again penetrated the woman's cunt easily up to the
knuckles. Then another
mighty push and her hand disappeared into Tomboy's cunt up to the wrist.
She was inside
the other woman! Her whole hand was engulfed in the redhead's warm,tight
cunt!
"AAAHHHHHH!!!! OOOOOMMMPPHHH!! NNOOOOOO!!"
The General moved to stand in front of Tomboy. Opening his fly, he jerked
the woman's
head back with his other hand and held his erect cock in front of her tear
stained face.
"Suck me, American! Do as I say or I will have the good Major rip your
heart out. Do it
now, whore!"
The redheaded pilot opened her mouth and allowed the General to shove his
cock into her
oral cavity. The man's cock filled her small mouth, riding over her
tongue to slam into
her throat. That was humiliating but the least of her problems. She felt
as if Diana's hand
was tearing her apart. It was as if she were giving birth....to a fist.
Tomboy was not a
virgin; but she had never had anything as big or as painful inside her
before. It was
tearing her apart.
As Tomboy took his cock into her mouth, 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 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.
As the General fucked Tomboy's mouth, Diana began to experiment with the
woman's
cunt. At the General's command, she had began moving her hand back and
forth inside
Tomboy. Diana liked the feeling it gave her when she made the other woman
squirm and
shudder by moving her hand. She enjoyed finally seeing someone else
suffer. Her hand
closed into a fist and began to move deeper and faster inside Tomboy's
cunt. The anger
and fear bottled up inside her was channeling itself into the violence she
was inflicting on
Tomboy. Diana pumped her fist into the redhead even harder making the
muscles in her
forearm bunched and flex as she repeatedly sank her arm into Tomboy's
brutalized vagina.
She was fisting the woman in earnest now, twisting her hand inside Tomboy
to increase
the pain as she tried to punch her way to the captive's cervix. In her
mind, she could see
herself on that table instead of the redhead with Yazeed pumping his fist
into her. In her
mind she had become Yazeed. As she punched into Tomboy, Diana started
chanting:
"CUNT...WHORE....SLUT....CUNT....BITCH...SLUT...BITCH..WHORE.."
Tomboy tried to scream from the pain engulfing her; but with Rashid's
penis filling the
petite redhead's mouth, all that came out was a high pitched moan. The
two enemies kept
pumping into her, filling her cunt and mouth, as Tomboy lay between them
with tears
streaming down her face.
Diana was looking up at the General as he fucked Tomboy's face. Suddenly,
three red
splotches appeared on the man's chest. As Diana watched dumbfounded, the
General
stumbled backwards with an amazed look on his face. He hit and then slid
down the wall
and out of her sight, leaving a trail of blood on the wall behind him.
Diana, her fist still
buried inside Tomboy, froze motionless in fear. From behind her she heard
a voice
speaking in English- American Army English.
" FUCK!! Hey, if you don't fuckin mind taking your fuckin arm out of
her fuckin pussy,
we'de like to get the fuck out of here!"
EPILOGUE: Major Diana Barker made it back to Sauda 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.