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Subject: Story: Wren 7 (mf nc rape) by SmCyber
Date: 22 Mar 1997 18:23:09 GMT
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WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior, I also apologise for the political overtones unreservedily.
Please let me know if you like it and want more / have any ideas.
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Wren Gillian Walker POW

By SmCyber@aol.com



The cessation of violence was the blackest hour of the war for
the free people of Northern Ireland. For a fifteen year old girl
named Katrine Finnigan, it was a day which would lead to
unspeakable agony.

Slim as a boy, her blonde hair closely cropped as is the
fashion, with tight oval buttocks and small but exquisitely
apple shaped breasts she had a piquant, saucy face with a
straight, dainty little nose, small impudent mouth and clear,
widely spaced green eyes and a firm chin. The combination of
youthful good looks and casual modern punk clothes, leather
waistcoat, zipped trousers, Dr Martin boots and My little pony
socks, helped her blend in with other youngsters on the Falls
road side of Belfast.

Two Royal Ulster Constabulary officers had seen her enter a
sweetshop they were watching in the Shankile Road district on
the North of the city. The confectioner had tried to escape by a
side exit but failed to stop when challenged by an elite band of
SAS soldiers and was shot and Katrine was captured.

Two days latter our little IRA runner found herself in an
interrogation cell in the basement of a modern three story
training centre on the SAS camp in Hereford, England, which was
purposely build and equipped to train and deal with all types of
anti terrorism. By word of mouth and rumour the reputation of
what went on there made the building feared by every terrorist
in the world. Headed by the established Col. Hardman the centre
was frequented by  anti-terrorist officers from friendly
countries on a reciprocal basis ostensibly to learn and practice
interrogation techniques, but some would say the exchanges were
really just  'jollies' a chance to rest and recuperate and
practice enjoy using their skills to break women.

Though he presently held only the rank of Col., great things
were promised for Hardman. He was forty two, about five feet six
inches in height , corpulent, with receding grey hair and florid
face of an ageing lecher. He had proved himself some years
earlier when he was personally broke five Spanish bask
terrorists and destroyed a very large network, the Spanish
females ranging from fourteen to thirty one held out bravely but
all eventually broke under his whips and electrodes, praying to
their god to release them from this monsters grip.

Also in the cell is Wren Pvt. Gillian Walker hanging by her
wrists from an iron hook above her head, still fully clothed in
her number one parade suit her army shoes barely reaching the
floor. The only addition being a surgical clamp which held her
mouth painfully open  and her tongue firmly down.

The chief officer Col. Hardman had been the very first to
question young Katrine. A quick body search revealed that she
was petrified and unlikely to prove to difficult to handle, he
slapped her a few times on the face with his leather gloved hand
whilst softly stroking his stubbled chin. He rubbed and pinched
her dainty nipples through her sweater. Katrine  sobbed wildly
that she had only gone to Belfast to enter the IRA because her
father and mother had been killed in a reprisal shooting in
their small village after an attempt had been made to kill a
group of soldiers with a land mine. Terrified, her face ashen
pale, she whimpered, " I didn't mean to do any harm please, I
haven't hurt anyone. Let me go , I won't ever do it again!!!"

Hardman and the two burly SAS soldiers (interrogation trainees)
he had ordered to accompany him on this visit to what he like to
call his singing room, roared with laughter. "Isn't she like a
naughty little child ?" he chuckled. " But now as you've just
admitted you've been naughty, Sweetheart , and naughty girls
must be punished a little...................... OK  get her
ready"  he nodded to the soldiers.

Hardman took a seat and poured himself a glass of Port  and
smoked a cigar while the two grinning soldiers stripped the
whimpering , pleading girl.

Half an hour latter, her chin was no longer so firm, and her
pale pink rose coloured skin was blazing with the marks of the
lash as she hung head downward, suspended by ropes attached to
her ankles from iron hooks fixed to the ceiling. Her slim bare
legs were spread wide a full four feet apart, and she was naked.

"Now then, my dear sweet child," Col. Hardman said  with a smug
smile as he rose and circled the swinging girl, stopping only to
stroke the insides of her thighs and flicking hot ashes onto the
stretched skin joining her thinly haired gapping vagina and her
pink anus. "Maybe we can get you to really sing for our next POW
Pvt. Gillian. I believe your story about going to Belfast to join
the IRA but your not her to provide information you little
punkish slut, YOU think I would waste my time with trivia like
you, I know more about your IRA cell that you will ever know, I
"entertained" your friend Dana O'Neal in this very room two
weeks ago, a right chatter box she was."

" Pleassssssssssssssssssssssssse Let me go pleeeeeeeeeeeese" the
poor young girl faintly whimpered. " You see Katrine, we're not so
stupid as you think use. You impudent little cock teaser dressing
like a punk and getting all high and mighty political thoughts."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh please let me down pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee I swear
I'll never never never NEVER NEVER...................."  she
screamed. " Oh please let me down now, the bloods running to my
head, I'm going to faint  Oh    it hurts  my legs Ahhhhhhhhhhhh"

Col. Hardman stepped back " Don't worry. You won't faint, I
promise you that my sweetheart. You want to dress dirty and
trampish like a punk slut do you? Well, I must say you made
'my' cock hard when you were brought in. But now that we can see
you naked. I don't  think I'll be able to control these gentlemen
for much longer. You have some delightful feminine qualities
like this, for instance." With a broad sadistic grin, Hardman
stretched out his gloved right hand, applied thumb and
forefinger to a clump of her soft dark blonde pubic hair to the
sides of her crinkled pink outer labia, then he slowly pulled it
out.

"Arhhhhhhhhhhhhh owwwwwwwwwwww don't please Christ!" Katrine
screamed and shrieked, as her sweating naked body lunged and
twisted like an eel out of water.

He casually looked up , his bloodshot watery eyes glittering to
see that the girls ankles had swollen around the coarse hemp
rope,  it chaffed against the skin on the instep of her feet
still holding her entire weight the swinging was slowly
maintained  as she tried to pull away from his wandering hands.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to bear a great deal more
of this. I've only just started with you, my lovely sweetheart!"
Again Hardman reached for another sprig of her curly pussy kissy
fir again cruelly yanking it out by its roots.

Katrine's body swayed, jerked and twisted. The elder SAS solder
had, of course, taken the precaution of tying the little punk
bitch's hands behind her back so she couldn't protect herself.
What a delight it was to  see that fresh pink naked body wriggle
and wiggle about and jump and squirm at  the end of a rope, and
she was still young and fresh enough to stand a great deal more
before this session  would be over thought the younger soldier.

Removing his leather gloves, Col. Hardman gently but firmly
caressed Katrine's straining, sweaty, whip striped naked inner
thigh near her crotch. Then , after picking  up a cane and
re-lighting the cigar in his mouth he transferred the cane to
his much stronger right hand. Lifting it slowly ensuring that
Katrine's eyes were open he brought it down with a deft flick of
his wrist the broad oval shaped leather flap smacked accurately
into the girls yawning pink cunt. "SLAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A second, then a third slap attacked the same undefended tender
pink gapping lips, and again poor Katrine screamed and shrieked
out in pain and humiliation. The Col. passed the cane each to
of the soldiers who took it in turns. Soon the hood of her
clitoris could be clearly  made out, standing erect , her body
betraying her, its involuntary erection only increasing her
pain as the twenty or so strokes fell.

Before returning the cane the final soldier could not resist
wiggling  the poor girls clit with his finger. This intimate
fingering had Katrine plunging wildly from the unforgiving ropes
that pulled her legs so widely apart.

" I'm really enjoying this now you little slut, the boys here
are learning,  never to trust a cunt like you, even if they
fancy it" Col. Hardman snarled as he casually pealed back
her private lips and pressed the edge of the cane into her
swollen pink cunt slot and slowly sawed it back and forth
instructing the soldiers to watch her face as the knobbly bits
on the cane caught pulled and repeatedly released the flaps of
skin  which terminated her labia lips at her anul end and the
way the clit hood was drawn fully back exposing the areas most
suitable for electo torture, pinching or burning.
Katrine's eyes were wide and unbelieving as she felt the
humiliating work and words being put into practice. The Col.
had to speak up at one stage as the screaming and pleading
became to loud, " I luuurve to hear them singing !" he proudly
remarked during one short spell of relative silence.

Babbling now short gasping breaths almost unintelligible "
killing  me noo.....oh stop  I'm begging pleassssssssssssssssse
no more, I swear I'll do anything anythingggggggggg, let me down
" Katrine feverishly moaned, the soldier standing at her rear
could see she was digging her multicoloured fingernails into her
sweaty palms, the other soldier facing her cunt side could see
her eyes bulging and her glassy eyes and tear stained forehead
glistening with agony.

Unhurriedly Col. Hardman waited patiently for the girl to settle
down explaining to he soldiers that by waiting the terror in the
subject would mount and mount, " She will think her heart will
explode! " explained Hardman as he sipped his Port.

After a ten minutes Hardman returned to the girl noticing how
her eyes followed his every movement, panic struck her every
time he disappeared from her view. Katrine twisted her neck as
far as she could to try to keep him in vision. "Peek a boo!"
taunted Hardman one time when he moved out of Katrins blind
spot. The soldiers liked that one! Collecting a heavy foot stool
from the far side of the cell, Hardman carefully positioned it
behind the girl and mounted it, whilst unbuttoning his hip
pocket he explained that to fully dominate and humiliate a woman
during interrogation a little anul masturbation and stretching
was usually advised and necessary. Producing with one hand a
black rubber dildo heavily ribbed he proceeded to part slightly
more her tight ass cheeks remarking that he could feel her
muscles trying vainly to clench together. After he had
fully exposed the dainty, shrinking orifice of her until now
virgin back passage he lent forward and dribbled a shot of 
spittle onto her shrinking bud. Katrine felt the Col's. spit hit
and started begging all over again. Maintaining his distension
with his left thumb and forefinger he gestured to the soldiers
to move in to get a good look and to hold the swinging POW
still. Holding firmly the finger thick dildo Col. Hardman
presented it to its human sheath, pressing the head firmly into
the tight, sensitive secret opening of Katrins anus, he slowly
pressed it home as he ground his teeth together.

"Take it out AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" screamed Katrine the fifteen
year old  had never  experienced an internal rectal examination
or an enema before, Hardman put his finger to his lips and
signalled to watch................. Katrins sphincter muscles
performed the task that nature had designed them for
..............slowly they attempted to expel the invader the
soldiers grinned as the tight skin around her anus stretched and
shrank as it ran over the ridged dildo. Col. Hardman stopped the
expulsion leaving half an inch still inside. Then with an
inhuman grin he forced the dildo home again commenting on the
way her muscles gripped her new friend. This process was
repeated over and over again each soldier taking it in turns
to insert the artificial penis. Katrine tried at one stage
to concentrate and retain the plunderer but her virgin anul
muscles could not last long and pushed it out again and again.
Running a nylon cord around her belly and over and around the
dildo Col. Hardman demonstrated how to tie off and retain an
anul device identifing this as alternate location for a penis
electrode.

Leaving Katrine hanging Col. Hardman walked over to the girls
clothes which were in a pile under a table by the door,
carefully separating them into two neat piles one consisting of
bra and pants and the other her remaining clothes. Turning her
sweater outside in he found the green shamrock badge he had
spotted earlier, carefully removing the pin he proceeded to
repin it above Wren Gillians breast pocket as she hung watching.
Hardman called the soldiers to his side and  explained that the
most humiliating way for a woman to become naked was for her to
strip herself.

"Your task tomorrow gentlemen is this lady here, You will have
four hours with her and in that time you will be expected to
break her" ..................................."As a prisoner of
war she may demand her rights under the Geneva Convention,
gentlemen there are no such right
here"....................................." She may or she may
not have a secret to divulge it is up to you to make sure she
tells you everything she knows "
........................................." Gentlemen this is
real, there is no playacting here  make sure the lady suffers."

"OK. gentlemen the part I'm sure your waiting for the rape of the
POW, this can occur at the beginning of an interrogation or at
the end, today I have chosen to rape at the end. The main
reason for this was I wanted you to build up  full sacks of
spunk to show Wren Gillian what to expect tomorrow, and to
retain your attention this morning.
Shortly you will rape POW Katrine here but before you do that
I should explain that your rape training must last at least
an hour each, I know this will be hard for young bucks like
you but a quick  rape will not be so memorable and humiliating
to the prisoner as a prolonged team effort.
One final piece of advice if you chose to rape prior to
interrogation you may chose to have your prisoner bound in a
classic legs in the air pose or you may wish to fight her and
subdue her with your combined strengths. The choice gentlemen
is all yours and yours alone.
If you are ready gentlemen you may now start rape training."


By: SmCyber@aol.com ( Please let me know if you like it and want more )