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From: miskito@msn.com (Stinger  )
Subject: Jenna (gang rape, gs, bs)
Date: 5 Oct 96 22:25:02 -0700
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INTRO/DISCLAIMER

This is the first posting by Stinger.  If you like, positive feedback 
to miskito@msn.com will produce more posts; if not, negative feedback 
will discourage them.  The events herein do not represent any real 
events, nor are they meant to encourage any similar events.  18 and 
under, get lost.

Contents:  Rape, gs, bs, anal, gang bang, other mean-spirited stuff.

	Jenna opened her eyes slowly.  Her side ached horribly, and she had 
to wince as she moved.  She could only move so far in the dark place 
until something stopped her.  Her wrists were bound behind her back, 
and her wrists were also bound to her ankles, leaving her in an 
uncomfortable kneeling position leaning up against a wall.
	Her eyes were taking a long time to adjust to the darkness.  Then 
she realized how hot her face was, and soon it became apparent that 
something like a sack was draped over her head down to her waist.  
She was so confused.
	The rest of her body below the sack felt cool.  The days were hot in 
the jungles of Vietnam, but the nights could get cool.  She could 
feel that the ground was dirty; granules of sand irritated her where 
it had accumulated in her ass crack.  Only then did she realize she 
was naked.
 	She struggled to remember.  She was Jenna Huang, a 19-year old 
Vietnamese-American journalism student interning with Jarred 
Carmichal, the famous freelance correspondant for the major networks. 
 They had been undercover trying to find any American MIA's still in 
North Vietnam.  They'd stumbled upon a village rumored to contain a 
prison camp...
	Then she vaguely remembered hearing someone behind her.  Then a 
sharp pinprick; a syringe entering her bicep.  Then, nothingness.
Now, for the first time, she became intensely afraid.  At 5 foot 2, 
ninety-seven pounds, the waif of a girl was in no position to defend 
herself.  Tentatively, she called out Jarred's name.
	The sack came off of her suddenly, but it was still dark in the 
room.  A large shadowy figure moved behind her.  She could understand 
his Vietnamese, though he spoke very fast for her.
	"Hold still for a minute, and I'll rearrange you."
	She had no idea what he meant by that, but she had no intention of 
causing trouble.
	The bearded Vietnamese moved quickly.  He undid her wrists, but left 
her ankles bound.  He moved around in front of her, tying her wrists 
to the front of her thighs.  Roughly, he toppled her over so that she 
lay on her face and shoulders, her ass raised in the air.
	Jenna felt his hands grab her huge, firm breasts.  The man began to 
knead them roughly, sending sparks of pain shooting through her.  She 
complained in English, then in broken Vietnamese.  "Please!  No!  
Hurt!  No!  Stop!"
	Her captor grinned, feeling his cock grow stiff.  He knew she was 
probably unfamiliar with the language, but her broken speech made the 
beautiful long-haired girl seem stupid, and that turned him on 
immensely.  Now she seemed even more helpless.
	He left her alone for a moment to quickly strip off his clothes.  As 
he yanked off his underwear, he looked over at the tiny girl who was 
still face down in the sand.  Her ass was pointed up in the air 
invitingly.  His cock was pounding to full erection.  Anxiously, he 
dug into the pockets of the shorts he'd thrown aside to get his 
lighter; the girl began to cry as he returned.
	The Oriental man draped his body over her, his knees to either side 
of hers pressing them together, his back weighing down atop hers, his 
arms holding her in a bear hug, and his mouth sucking on the trapped 
girl's ear lobe.
	He moved back enough to find the entrance to her pussy with his 
erection, then squeezing her tight, pressed himself forward.  With 
her legs pressed together and without using his hands it was a little 
difficult, but her cunt had already started to juice up so he soon 
penetrated her.  He began to fuck the delightfully curvaceous victim 
rapidly.  She emitted half-pained, half-pleasured grunts.
	He held the lighter in his right hand, and flicked it on right below 
her nipple.  She screamed and recoiled; he felt her jump back into 
him.  His body held her pinned against the flame.  Her breasts were 
so delightlfully huge for such a tiny teenager.  Her nipples had been 
fiercely erect when he first penetrated her, now they were burning.
	Jenna was sweating all over.  Her entire breast felt as though it 
were on fire.  She could feel her skin getting dry and charred.  His 
hard on had felt great in her before, now that he knew he was 
torturing her he was humping her fiercely, and that huge head was 
pounding sharply into and through her cervix.  
	The next thing Jenna felt was a hard kick to her chin.  Through her 
tears she could see a combat boot below her.  Before she could look 
up at her attacker, big hands grabbed her sweet Asian face and held 
her head as if in a vice.  Her skull was throbbing.  The one raping 
her moved the fire to her other breast, slowly moving it around the 
whole surface of her left breast.
	A huge cock was thrust between her lips.  Although she'd never 
sucked one before, she knew what was expected of her.  Unfortunately, 
the man had more than just a blow job in mind:  he wanted to face 
fuck her.
Just when she was sure she would choke to death, the man atop her 
came inside her.  As he did, he dropped the lighter and grabbed both 
tits.  He nearly flattened them against her body, yanking the burnt 
orbs up forcefully with each wave of his climax.
	The face fucking relented a bit, and the man told her in angry 
Vietnamese, "Give my cock a good suck whore!"
	Jenna began to suck on the penis with vigor.  She nearly bit the 
head when she felt a smack on her ass.  The one that had come had 
picked up a riding crop, and began to lash her round, full behind.  
The pain was incredible, and it only intensified as he moved down to 
her thighs and the soles of her tiny feet.  He laid twenty or thirty 
rapid-fire lashes with all of his might on one foot, and Jenna nearly 
passed out.  She forgot to take care of her other captor, who angrily 
pulled his cock out and tomahawked her with a blow to the top of her 
head.  She fell hard into the dirt.  With her hands bound to her 
thighs, she fell hard on her face.  She could hear her nose break, 
and felt the warm blood cake dirt to her nostrils.
	Jenna was flat on her stomach, and blackness threatened to overcome 
her.  Her wrists were freed, as were her ankles.  The unsatisfied one 
threw her lovely young legs apart, and he fell on her, nearly 
knocking the wind out of her.  His penis pierced her snatch harshly, 
lubed by the other guy's come.  He fucked her hard, as if to punish 
her for giving such sorry head.  
Jenna felt her hair getting wet.  At first she thought she was 
bleeding, but then the stench of urine made it unmistakable:  the 
first one was taking a piss on her.    
	The second man came, screaming loudly.  He got up, dragging a dazed 
Jenna to her feet.  She could barely stand.  As they shackled her 
wrists into cuffs dangling from the ceiling, she saw that four other 
men were watching her.  Two were Vietnames, two were white.  She'd 
already been violently raped twice, was there going to be more?
	One of the white men, who looked about 45, stepped forward and took 
off his pants.  He had a magnificent body.  Enormous torso, thick 
thighs, and a proportional erection.  He leered at the tiny, abused 
girl, penis jumping.
	The muscled man took the belt from his shorts, looking down cruelly 
at the teenager.  He stepped behind her.  Jenna hung helplessly from 
the cuffs, naked and sweating.  Her right nipple throbbed dully; her 
entire left breast was aching painfully.  Cum slowly leaked out of 
her vagina and down her trim, aerobicized thighs.  The muscles of her 
cunt were sore, and the semen made her itchy.  Her black hair was 
matted to her face by the slowly evaporating urine.
	The handsome man began to flail her with the belt.  As Jenna 
shrieked; he whipped her ass and back like she was a recalcitrant 
slave of the deep South.  Indeed, Eric was from Alabama, and had 
often fantasized about whipping some helpless black girl.  He had 
planned to kidnap one when he was a young boy, before he'd been 
shipped off to this fucking country.  Once the war had ended, he'd 
had plenty of opportunity to whip helpless slaves, usually little 
girls from Cambodia or from the farmland on the Chinese border.  
Never had he seen a girl this beautiful, or this aware of the 
degradation she was feeling.  Instead of the dirt-poor asian bitches 
he usually fucked, this one was well off, intelligent, healthy, and 
probably had actually thought she would do something with her life.  
Each red welt ignited his lust further; and with sinister pleasure he 
endeavored to turn her Oriental yellow ass red, and her red ass 
purple.  This little snoop was going to pay!
	Jenna was shouting in agony, doing a sexy pain dance in the cuffs.  
Her ass was on fire; each lash of the belt hurt her worse than the 
last.  When the big bastard finally ended his assault, she was winded 
from sobbing hard.
	Eric dropped the belt.  His penis was pounding so hard that it felt 
ready to explode.  He looked at her young, firm body greedily, 
letting his lust build up.  The shininess of her jet black long hair, 
tangled in sweat and dirt on her smooth, flawless back; the round 
plumpness of her beautiful ass with its dark, curvy crack; the 
tininess of her little hands and feet as though she were a girl of 
thirteen; those short, firm legs; and the oh so narrow waist and 
flat, gorgeous stomach.  And the tits.  Big burnt beauties, with 
erect nips like daggers.  And Eric could do anything he wanted to do 
to her.  Anything.  She was an object, a prisoner, a slave in every 
sense of the word.  He could kill her when he wanted to, and 
eventually he probably would.
	He approached her, feeling nothing but the pleasant tightness of his 
stiff cock.  The others stood around with erections-- even those who 
had already come were getting hard again.  He came up behind her and 
pressed his cock into her ass crack, feeling the delicious muscles 
press against his sensitive hard on.
	His hands ran down the sides of her breasts (so exposed in her 
hanging position) to feel their size but to avoid touching the 
charred skin around the nipples.  His hands dove into her thin muff, 
and softly he began finger fucking her while he rubbed his cock in 
her ass crack.
	Then he began french kissing her neck and darling ears.  Jenna felt 
his warmth, the heat, and knew he was touching all the right places.  
She was disoriented from the beating and the rapes, and this sudden 
change to sweetness was even more disorienting.  The pressure of his 
cockhead against her sphincter was making the blood pound in her head 
and pussy.  One hand stroked her clitoris, and soon she was alive 
with the threat of orgasm.
Gently he moved his hands away, along her hips to her asscheeks.  He 
pulled them apart sharply, spreading Jenna uncomfortably wide.  The 
sensation brought her back from the edge of climax.  He guided his 
penis in gently.
Jenna felt the penis slide up her ass.  She was astonished, but his 
hands quickly returned to her clit and she felt no discomfort.  The 
cock had been amply lubricated with something.  His thrusting 
intensified her pleasure.  She opened her eyes, turning her head.  
Several men were crowded around them now, some half naked, some 
stroking erections.  One called out "Fuck her good, Eric" in 
Vietnamese, another white man shouted for him to "Tear her fucking 
asshole apart!" in English.  Through the stench of piss she could 
smell herself getting turned on by Eric's manipulation of her body.
	On the edge still, she felt the muscular man thrust harder and cum.  
Eric slammed into her young rear repeatedly, feeling his cock spasm 
pleasurably as he released a huge load of semen from his big balls.  
Gobs and gobs filled the teen's rectum.
Eric yanked her cheeks apart hard, causing her pain along her ass 
crack.  	Jenna's pussy was filled with sexual arousal; if she had had 
no dignity she'd have begged for him to use his mouth or fingers on 
her snatch.  The big guy, Eric, was so fucking cute.  After the way 
the two Orientals had abused her, his anal rape and asswhipping 
seemed gentle by comparison.
But the others were getting restless now that their leader had been 
satisfied.  One skinny Vietnamese tried to yank her to the ground 
before recognizing that he had to untie her first.  As he worked the 
binds free from her wrists, Jenna got a good look at her next 
assailant.
	The kid was bizzare.  His long, unkempt black hair nearly covered 
his eyes.  It was obvious he was no more than 15 years old.  He had 
well-defined biceps, but beyond that, seemed to have no other meat on 
his bones.  He was about six inches taller than her, but probably 
didn't weigh more than 120 pounds.  The boy's hips and ass were 
especially lean and grotesque.
But what was most startling was his erection.  It would have been 
huge on any man; on this scrawny kid it was an absolute monster.  It 
was a strange red-purple, with huge blue veins standing out along its 
length.  The giant pecker was easily nine inches long, and wider than 
any penis she'd seen in her life.  Besides the grotesque erection, 
the kid had huge sparsely haired balls, which hung low and large.
	At last he got her free, and lust filled, tackled her.  His 
penetration was excrutiating.  He disgusting face pressed up to hers, 
and he started licking Jenna's face with his big, purplish tongue 
like a friendly dog.  His breath was nasty.  His penis could only get 
in her vagina halfway, and she new he was making her bleed.  Jenna 
thought she would come immediately, but instead his rape continued 
and was making her shake in intense pain.  She knew now the meaning 
of the word violated.  This penis of his had completely conquered 
her, turning her into an unconscious creature of pain.  His tongue 
bath made her skin crawl and her stomach ache.
Fortunately, the boy could not stand it for long, and her agony 
abated as he came and withdrew.
	He started to move, but stopped when a Vietnamese barked some 
rapid-fire commands at him.  Jenna couldn't concentrate enough to 
translate the words.  She was too busy crying and checking out her 
poor vagina.  Blood had already begun to dry on her thighs.
The boy came back over her.  He lifted his leg and stomped on her 
chest.  There was a terrible moment when Jenna thought she would 
never be able to inhale again, when she did, she screamed it out with 
all the energy she could handle.  She could barely make out the next 
volley of orders "...treat her like the toilet she is..." as two 
other Orientals ran to her, kneeling at her head.
	The two men pried open her mouth; Jenna had no energy to resist.  
The boy was squatting over her know, ass very close to her face.
She smeeled and tasted the small, greenish terd at the same time.  It 
plopped out of the boy's asshole and into her mouth.  The two others 
forced her mouth shut, splicing the shit in half so that she 
reflexively swallowed some and the rest flopped down her cheek.
	Jenna felt utterly defiled.  These men had no inhibitions.  They 
would do anything to her that came into their lust dominated heads, 
and they would feel no remorse or guilt.  She was far too wracked 
with pain to sensibly vomit the waste back up, instead it churned in 
her stomach.  The smell was overpowering.
	Three of them were pissing on her now.  The urine was a deep yellow, 
and smelled foul.  The piss smashed into her lips, cheeks, and 
forehead.  It was warm, and would have felt good if it wasn't for the 
smell.
	Three men lifted her and placed her face down on another older white 
man.  He reached behind her to pull her thighs apart, and shoved his 
hard on unceremoniously into her aching pussy.  She felt her dried 
scabs reopen as his cock slid into her.  Jenna felt the weight of 
another man atop her, and then felt his cock enter her asshole.  Her 
lower body was completely stuffed now, as the two men worked in and 
out of her with difficulty.
	Another man redirected her head toward the side.  His stiff erection 
was waved in front of her lips.  Jenna knew her only chance now was 
to please them by submitting to them  They had won; they had her.  
She was theirs.  She could either die or suffer their rapes.  Neither 
option sounded better than the other.  Jenna sucked his cock as best 
she could.
The top man seemed to enjoy scratching his fingernails down her 
sides.  As the sweat of three bodies entered the wound he was 
opening, Jenna felt unbelievable pain.  The man on top started to 
thrust in hard, jerky motions, then buried his dick to the hilt in 
her asshole as he grabbed the fleshy cheeks.  His slid his cock out 
when he finished.
	In Vietnamese, he barked at her "Move that ass, bitch.  Move that 
fucking ass, bitch!"  He started slapping her ass maniacally, until 
he nearly slapped it numb.  Jenna almost lost consciousness, but the 
renewed vigorous thrusting in her pussy kept her awake.  The other 
man had given up on her sucking, and was now thrusting his hips in 
and out of her mouth.  Jenna was surprised that she had not vomited 
or suffocated yet.
Then, suddenly, there was another fierce penetration of her asshole.  
This was the third time her sphincter had been violated.  This penis 
was decidedly larger than the last, but the thrusts were 
well-lubricated by the other men's cum.  The penis in her mouth 
suddenly erupted with several gobs of white goo that she reflexively 
swallowed.  As he pulled out, Jenna coughed and sputtered, gasping 
desperately for air.  She practically inhaled a thick, eight inch 
penis, which replaced the previous one.  Her dry throat pounded in 
pain.
	The man beneath her came, calling out loudly.  Momentarily trapped, 
he watched in fascination the others abuse her, then began slapping 
her face, breasts and sides.  Jenna could not believe the pain.
	The other two came shortly thereafter.  The one on top of Jenna 
grabbed her around the waist, and yanked her to her feet.  He lifted 
her young teenage body powerfully off the ground, then threw her full 
force against one wall.  She came down on her shoulder and rolled 
over onto her back.  Behind her, a man gave her a swift kick that 
landed in her ass crack, near her sphincter.
	The man who threw her lifted her again, and threw her down on her 
back.  There was loud yelling in various languages (at least four), 
and after a few seconds someone pushed the boy with the large penis 
(now hard again) to his knees in front of her.
	He pulled her gorgeous young thighs apart, exposing her vagina.  He 
kneeled over her, and began to perform oral sex on her.  Then Eric, 
the gorgeous one, began to fondle her tits and lick her nipples.  
Jenna's mind was spinning.  She wasn't sure where she was, or if this 
were fantasy or reality.  The hunk began to kiss her softly, kneading 
her titties in all the right ways.  The boy's tongue flicked over his 
clitoris.  She moaned, and noticed that her moans provoked snickers 
and leering looks from the ten or fifteen faces above her.  Jenna 
didn't care, and couldn't help it anyway.  	They'd kicked her pride 
out of her, or at least her sense.
All she could think of was what a hunk this guy was, and how that 
little boy sure knew what the hell to do with that meaty, wet tongue 
of his.  Her pussy was unbearably hot, now, as he started to probe 
her vagina with his tongue.  They could all smell her scent, they 
could all see her hips jerking in tiny circles in a pleasure dance.  
She jerked her hips so that her clitoris bounced against the boy's 
nose.  Release was so close.
	Eric had his cock over her now, and Jenna sucked it passionately.  
He and she came simultaneously, and she sucked down his jism noisily.
She was panting in the aftermath of he orgasm.  Her whole lower body 
was warm and alive, ready to come again.
Another man, an ugly but built one, spoke to her in Vietnamese.  
"You're learning to be a very good girl.  Show me what a good girl 
you are, honey.  Let me up your shit-hole, whore."
	Jenna grew cold.  Nonetheless, she nodded, and got up on all fours, 
pointing her young ass back at him.  A whore she was, all right.
He penetrated her hard.  As with almost each time a man came in her, 
her reward again was a golden shower.  Now Eric was taking a long 
leak on her long, black hair.  The young kid was jerking off over 
her, shooting several wads of semen onto her back.  The one raping 
her butt came as well, making a fourth load in her rectum.
	The next one entered her ass.  This group sure liked her asshole.  
Another man who hadn't come yet was waiting patiently for his blow 
job.  Jenna, the 19-year old whore, took his nice cock into her dry 
mouth.  She let them use her now, as another squeezed her tits, 
variously in an attempt to turn her on or to make her scream in agony.
	The 15 year old kid scooped up the semen off of her back and rubbed 
it through her hair.  The man in her mouth came hard, and Jenna 
gulped down the cum.  She was almost grateful for it... the last two 
loads of cum had almost washed the taste of the kid's shit out of her 
mouth, and she imagined that it would help dilute it in her stomach.
	The kid was in front of her again, watching the guy fuck her up the 
ass.  She looked at his cock, which was half-hard now, dangling 
between his skinny brown legs.  His testicles were enormous.  She was 
astonished and petrified when she saw his cock grow again.  The thing 
seemed to have a life of its own, and she watched, fascinated, as it 
throbbed to full erection.  She had never seen anything like it.  
This boy was getting hard for the fourth time in what seemed to her 
like an eternity, but what was really no more than 45 minutes.  Jenna 
opened her mouth wide, stretching her jaws, and she realized that she 
was actually hoping the amazing kid would let her please him again.
	The man behind her suddenly grabbed her long hair and yanked it back 
with a powerful tug.  The 19-year old felt her scalp explode in pain, 
then felt his hips spasmodically slapping against her cheeks as he 
brutalized her rectum with his big cock.  She felt him slowly pull 
the thing out of her, sliding on a river of semen, until it popped 
free.  Jenna was almost breathless.  Her head still stung from his 
hair pulling, and there were needles of pain from her asshole and 
cunt where sweat and jism were seeping into her wounds.  She realized 
with alarm that her anus was not closing, the man behind her proudly 
noticed it too.  The asshole gaped wide open, at a diameter of nearly 
an inch and a half.  Not bad for a chick who'd been a butt-virgin 30 
minutes ago.
	He looked down at his cock.  It was red and still half hard, 
glistening with the goo of other men's cum.  He also noticed with a 
bit of revulsion a long brown streak along the top of his erection, 
from the pee-hole to midway up his shaft.  There was a big glob of 
her runny shit at the base of the glans.  He went around between her 
and the kid, and ordered her to clean him up.
	Jenna stared at the ugly thing, and noticed the shit right away.  A 
wave of intense depression fell over her.  Nothing could make it more 
clear what they had done to her than to see her own shit on some 
man's dick.  She bent her head down and took the shaft into her 
mouth, letting her tongue dig off the brown mess.
	As she was doing so, another man launched his cock into her open 
asshole.  He fucked her in quick, angry strokes.  He kept pistoning 
his hips at various angles, bruising her intestines in every 
direction.  The bitch's rectum was so full of cum that he couldn't 
get the friction he was used to in a good ass fuck.  Giving up, he 
slid it out, and then plunged his shaft into the whore's teenaged 
cunt.  There was substantially more friction there, so much so that 
he spilled the contents of his balls in less than a minute.
	He waited there in her pussy for over a minute, because he wanted 
dibs on the girl after his penis softened.  The walls of his bladder 
were straining.  He slipped his cock out when he thought he could 
piss.  He backed off of her and checked to make sure that her anus 
was still gaping wide open, which it was.  He grabbed his limp dick 
and aimed the head at the center of the opening, and began to piss.
	Jenna could feel the forceful urine splashing in her ass crack, and 
could feel the majority of it spraying into her rectum.  It was so 
warm.  The man felt his cock start to harden at the thought of what 
he was doing, and it grew firm enough that he was able to penetrate 
her, while still pissing.
	The boy in front of her and the man who's cock she had just cleaned 
abruptly left and moved behind her.  There seemed to be a crowd 
gathering back there.  They all watched as the man left her asshole, 
and Jenna suddenly lost control of her bowels.  The piss enema was 
released noisily.
Eric looked around the room.  "All right guys.  I think she's had enough."
	Jenna fell onto her side, managing to avoid her own waste as she did 
so.  She glanced around her, realizing for the first time that she 
was in some sort of shed with no floor.  Astonished, she saw that all 
of the men were leaving.  She was more astonished to see that, some 
five minutes after they had gone, the door was still left wide open.
	So that was it, then?  She wasn't going to be killed or held?  Of 
course not!  This was just a warning-- a severe one, and she 
definitely got the point.  Her snooping days were over.  There was no 
need for them to kill her, she realized.  She was in a foreign 
country, and had no guarantee that the local police would be on her 
side.  And there was no reason to rape her again... she was a mess, 
used up, stinking with shit and urine, and dripping in her own blood.
	She felt so grateful.  Especially to Eric.  He had told them it was 
over, told them to go away.  Leave her be.
	She laid on the ground for another ten minutes, fighting off the 
urge to pass out.  She realized how silly she had been minutes ago.  
The Helsinki syndrome... wasn't that what it was called?  Feeling 
grateful to these disgusting men?
	"Jenna!"
	She looked up.  The voice was familiar.  "My God, Jarred, are you okay?"
	"Jenna, I'm so sorry.  I have no other choice."
The room seemed to spin as his big hands grabbed her around her tiny 
waist.  He flipped her over suddenly.  She finally vomited, as she 
heard her mentor's pants unzip.  Jarred hesitated, as if battling 
with himself, and then he moved suddenly and decisively.  His weight 
descended on her, his big cock pressing into her dilated asshole.  He 
fucked her furiously.


EPILOGUE

After the anal rape, Jarred had led Jenna to another building.  This 
one was larger, and it contained several cells.  She had expected 
bamboo bars, but instead she found good solid prison bars surrounding 
the dozen or so cells in the room.
Jarred led her past several occupied ones.  The first one contained 
four naked Vietnamese girls, ranging in age for about 8 to about 12.  
None of the skinny schoolgirls had pubic hair or breasts.  The next 
cell contained a couple of teenage girls; one of them had angry red 
welts across her big breasts, and more whipmarks on her thighs.  The 
next cell contained another teenager, womb swollen.  It looked like 
they were taking better care of this one; her skin was flawless and 
she seemed clean and well-fed.  Jenna guessed she was around 8 months 
pregnant.
The next cell was empty, and was hers.
Jarred locked the door.  "Jenna, this place apparently used to be a 
prison camp, but now it is some kind of slave camp.  This is where 
they keep all the unwilling girls.  The willing prostitutes are in 
another building on the compound.  Apparently this place is a mecca 
for European and Japanese businessmen.  The people who run the place 
buy or kidnap girls very young, and train them as sex workers.
"When they found us snooping, they gave me a choice.  Join them or 
die.  Then they gave me my pick of the girls.  It's incredible!" he 
said, eyes growing momentarily dreamy.  "You can do anything you want 
to them!"
He paused, looking at the pregnant girl in the next cell.  Her tits 
were getting extraordinarily distended, and her face was so sweet.  
"Anyway, I did my best for you.  I tried to persuade them to let you 
in on it too, or let you go.  They wouldn't let me."
"Not quite true," said Eric, entering the room.  "We said we could 
let you go.  Then we pointed out what a fucking babe you were, and 
what a nice set of tits you have, and we pointed out that you'd make 
a great little sex slave yourself."
Jarred looked down sheepishly, but didn't utter a word to contradict him.
"Seems your hero Jarred has been thinking about fucking your ass for 
a long time."
Jenna watched as Eric unlocked the first cell, and picked the 
smallest girl, flinging her over his shoulder.  "Anyway, enjoy 
yourself Jarred.  We just made a nice sale, so we're going out 
tonight!"
Jarred said goodbye, and then entered the pregnant girl's cell.  His 
cock was growing enormously hard.  He couldn't believe his luck.  He 
was going to get to act out all of his darkest fantasies, which he 
had a lot of.  He had an extensive pornography stash back in the 
States, but had always dreamed that one day he'd get to participate 
in some of the things he'd read about or seen.  Already today he'd 
had anal sex for the first time, and now he would be able to fuck a 
pregnant woman.
And a few minutes ago, he'd gotten to rape the bitch that's been 
teasing him for two months.  God what a body Jenna had.  Those tits!  
That tight little ass.
He turned his attention to his latest prize.  He grabbed the bitch's 
swollen tits and squeezed.  A thin line of milk spewed out like a 
fountain from her giant red nipples. Jenna could only watch and wait 
for whatever was in store.