From: conwic@aol.com (Conwic)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Female POW (M+/F,nc, rape,etc) 1/5
Date: 22 Jun 1996 13:48:09 -0400

		       The Mother of All Rapes
			      by Conwic
			    conwic@aol.com
			       Part #1

	It was the second day of the air war and Air Force Major Diana
Barker was feeling very unhappy. Part of this was attributable to the
fact that she was sitting in the back of an Iraqi army truck with her
hands tied behind her back and a bag over her head. She was thirsty,
her body ached from the jolt she received when she ejected from her
F-16, and she was afraid. But most of all, she was pissed because she
knew that she had blown it. After all the hype, the first woman combat
pilot had let herself get shot down on her first combat mission. All
she could think of was how this was going to screw up her plans for
getting a star. She had spent the last ten years of her life working
toward that goal.

	She had used every resource at her command to get ahead in the
air force, discovering in her first year at the academy that it was
not so much a case of how good you were as how well you could
manipulate the system. She soon realized that the Air Force's equal
opportunity program was the perfect "ticket to ride" for someone like
herself with a lot of ambition and few scruples. Those superiors she
couldn't or wouldn't fuck, she blackmailed.

	As a woman, the pressure on her superiors to ensure that she
succeeded was already great; adding the threat to file a sexual
harassment complaint made it irresistible. This attitude earned her
the nickname of "Nutcracker." Instead of angering her, Diana was
proud of the nickname, so proud that she used it as her radio call
sign. A year ago when the Air Force opened fighters to women, she had
been an obscure if talented captain flying C-141 transports. Now at
32, Diana Barker was a high speed, low drag major and the darling of
the media. Unfortunately, the media demands of her "superstar" status
had not left her the time or the inclination to master mundane matters
like counter-SAM drills.

	As she rode, Diana began to think that she could come out of
this OK. Aside from some groping by the soldiers guarding her, no one
had mistreated her. Nor was she the type to be afraid of a little
"grab-ass." Diana was almost six feet tall with the buff physique of a
body builder combined with a 36" chest. She was proud of her body;
like everything about her from her short and sassy haircut to her
choice of cars, it was part of the "Top Gun" image she had created for
herself.

	Diana could feel the change as the truck moved on to a hardtop
road and hours later could detect the increase in sounds as they
entered a city. She surmised that she must be in Baghdad. Eventually
she felt the truck stop and she was hustled out and into a building.
There was some conversation in Arabic which she could not understand
and then more walking, this time down some stairs and through numerous
doors which clanked ominously behind her. When the guards released her
arms and spoke, Diana could see light through the bottom of the bag
covering her head and sense the presence of several other men in the
room besides her escorts. Diana was very proud of how tough she had
been at the Air Force's survival, escape, and evasion school. She
thought she could handle a camel jockey.

	Watching her from his seat was Captain Vahid Yazeed of
Saddam's special security service, one of his most promising young
torturers. He had been personally selected by the Great Leader to
break the first American pilots captured and turn them into propaganda
weapons. Yazeed understood that the information he extracted was of
minor importance. His job was to break the pilots' will, so that they
would be pliable tools in the battle for American public opinion which
would be waged using their own media. Though he was surprised that the
first POW was a woman, it made no difference in his orders and made
the task that much more appealing to him. A through sadist, Yazeed had
been eagerly anticipating watching his men rape an American male
pilot. Now that he had a female pilot to work on, he looked forward
to participating in the rape as well. For rape was a primary tool of
his trade, used to break the subject, man or woman, psychologically.

	Although he had tortured Iraqi and Kurdish women, Diana would
be his first Western female. Yazeed found the idea of having such a
woman under his control very exciting.

	"Strip her," ordered Yazeed as he leaned back in his chair and
watched.

	The guards untied Diana's hands and unzipped her flight suit,
then pulled it off her and set it carefully aside. Then they ripped
off her T shirt, bra and panties, leaving her nude but for her combat
boots, dog tags, and the bag covering her head. Diana did not try to
resist them; instead she concentrated on breathing slowly and calmly.
She had been told to expect this in survival school. Stripping a
person of their clothes was meant to stripped them of their
confidence, her instructors had told her. Still, knowing that didn't
make her feel any braver right now.

	Yazeed examined her body at length. He found the large breasts
with their little finger size nipples to be fascinating. The breasts
and particularly the nipples were a very sensitive area for a woman.
He would enjoy working on a woman so amply endowed.

	Her muscular body was foreign to an Arab but nevertheless
appealing. Not only did it arouse him, but it would serve his
purposes well since she could suffer longer before she reached her
physical limit. Only her neatly trimmed pubic hair repelled him.

	Unlike this Western slut, respectable Arab women shaved their
pubic hair. Though he knew that he should wait longer to let the
humiliation of standing nude before unseen men play upon her, Yazeed
could not wait to see her face. Half afraid he would find an ugly
hag, he ordered the bag removed from her head. He was pleased to find
a beautiful, mature face framed by reddish brown hair.

	Diana remained at attention when the guard pulled off the bag.

	Unaccustomed to the bright lights, she could see nothing until
her eyes adjusted. Then she saw two men in front of her. One was
seated; he was a clean shaven man about her age wearing a well
tailored officer's uniform whose rank she did not recognize. Standing
behind him in the classic flunky position was a younger, very worried
looking man in a shabby uniform.

	Diana ignored him and concentrated on the officer. She could
sense the presence of her guards behind her but ignored them as well.

	Yazeed spoke briefly. The younger man standing behind him
translated, "You are in the custody of the security service. You are
not a prisoner of war but a criminal guilty of crimes against the
state of Iraq and will be treated accordingly. Your only hope for
leniency is to cooperate fully."

	"I am Major Diana Barker, serial number 309-48-8221, United
States Air Force. I demand to be treated as a prisoner of war. What
you are doing is contrary to the Geneva Convention; you could be tried
as a war criminal for mistreating a prisoner"

	It sounded a little pompous, but Diana was just pleased to
have gotten through it without her voice breaking. She had to make
this man understand that she was someone he couldn't push around.

	At a nod of Yazeed's head the guard to her right jabbed her
hard in the kidney with a short wooden club, sending her to the floor
doubled up in pain. As she lay there, she dimly heard the translator
tell her that the Captain did not like speeches other than his own.
Another order from Yazeed had the guard haul her to her feet by her
hair.

	Yazeed spoke at length before the translator turned to her and
said, "The Captain says that your country is foolish to use women in
its air force and to use them in a war. That you will be the one to
pay the price for your country's foolish ideas. Being a woman will not
protect you. Nor will the Geneva Convention protect you here. What is
your unit, your base location, and what was your mission?"

	Diana glared at the seated officer as she replied, "Barker,
Diana, Major, USAF, serial number 309-48-8221. I demand to speak to a
senior officer." As she finished her reply, a nod from Yazeed again
brought a painful jab from the guard behind her. She kept her feet
this time but saw stars. As she resumed her position of attention, the
Iraqi officer left his chair and stood in front of her. To her
disgust, he began running his hands over her breasts, weighing the
heavy globes in his hands. As she clinched her fist in helpless fury,
he smiled unpleasantly and spoke to the translator, giving his words
emphasis by twisting her nipples.

	"The Captain says that you are a foolish woman who thinks that
she is going to a tea party, not a war. He says that you will not be
so uncooperative after the guards have finished with you. He says that
the guards will enjoy raping you. They have never had a Western woman
before and are curious if what they have heard of the insatiable
sexual appetite of Western women is true." As he continued, the young
man's anxious expression gave way to one of real fear. "Remember that
you are totally in his hands to do with as he wishes; no one can help
you here. If you do not obey him and answer all his questions, he will
do terrible things to you. Please, what is your unit, your base, and
your mission?"

	Diana hesitated. She was not prepared for the crude direct
approach of the Iraqi Captain. She had expected captivity to be mostly
mind games just as it had been at her training course. But her
training wasn't the real world of the middle East. Now, things were
moving too fast for her. She felt she had to slow things down, pretend
to give in to gain time. This sort of information was of little value
anyway; certainly not worth a gang rape.

	She replied, "I am from the 417th Tactical Fighter Squadron,
250th Tactical Fighter Wing which is based at Dhahran. I was flying an
aircap when the missile hit me." Diana's face burned as she spoke. She
was ashamed that she had given in so soon; but since the information
was all lies she knew it would do no harm.

	Yazeed listened to the translation, consulted a black
notebook, and then turned to Diana with a chilling smile. The
translator listened to him and said," The Captain says that you are a
poor liar. We are not stupid; we have CNN here too. We saw the
reporter do his story about your loss. Some of our pilots spent a lot
of time in Saudi Arabia when we were fighting the accused Iranians.
They tell us that the base he broadcast from was Al Mindhat not
Dhahran; the buildings are quite different. Nor is there any 417th
fighter squadron or 250th fighter wing listed for your active air
force. The Captain now intends to teach you a lesson in what happens
when you lie to him."

	Yazeed stepped back and gave an order to the guards. They
grabbed her arms and dragged her to a long bar hanging from the
ceiling. A sharp blow to the stomach precluded resistance on Diana's
part as they secured her hands in manacles at the ends of the bar.
Then the two men grabbed her muscular legs and bent them back until
the lower legs were a foot above and parallel to the floor. A sharp
order to the translator sent him to help the two guards by tying a
rope around her booted feet and then to the ends of the bar. In a
moment, Diana hung from the ceiling, her muscular arms supporting her
entire weight, with her legs tied like the short leg of an "L" behind
her. As she cursed the Iraqi guards, one of them held a bottle of
clear fluid to her mouth while the second guard used his fingers to
close off her nose. As Diana choked and sputtered, they poured the
vile tasting fluid down her all the while laughing. Even the
translator seemed amused as he told her, "The bottle held a powerful
laxative. The Captain says that now you will not be so full of shit."

	The guards then gagged her with a rubber ball gag, patted her
ass, and left; Captain Yazeed and his translator remained. The officer
stood in front of Diana, caressing her prominent nipples again. He
began twisting the sensitive flesh with his strong fingers as he
stared into her face. He worked on them one at a time, twisting and
squeezing the nubs until they hardened involuntarily. The twisting
was no more painful than foreplay but it was humiliating to Diana to
have this man use her body so casually. When he was satisfied with the
erectness of her nipples, Yazeed brought a pair of small metal clamps,
alligator clips actually from a voltage meter, out of his pocket. The
clamps had serrated teeth and a powerful spring. He placed each
carefully on her elongated nipples and then released both at once. The
sharp teeth bit down into the tender flesh of Diana's nipples, drawing
tiny drops of blood almost instantly. Diana screamed into her gag as
the two clips bit into her nipples. The pain was overwhelming; for a
moment she thought her nipples had been cut off. Then Yazeed took a
roll of thick green tape and tore off a strip about six inches long.
Without a word, he smoothed it down over her pubic hair.

	Looking her in the face, he ripped the tape off her. Diana's
head went back as another sharp pain shot up her body. Dimly she
realized that he was pulling her pubic hair off.

	Yazeed confirmed this for her as he held up the tape with a
handful of her short hairs attached and grinned. The Iraqi officer
varied the way he pulled each piece of tape off; sometimes pulling
slowly so that she felt every hair pull out and sometimes quickly so
that she didn't feel the pain until he was holding the tape up for her
inspection.

	Eventually he was satisfied by the now hairless vee between
her spread legs. He tore off one last piece.

	This one went over her anus so that she could not excrete
anything until it was removed.

	Then the officer and his flunky left as well, leaving Diana
alone with her pain.

	Diana knew that they were going to rape her. The use of the
laxative made it obvious that they intended to sodomize her. She had
never allowed anyone to take her in the ass. The thought of one or
more of them using her in that way terrified her. She could have
tolerated normal intercourse, but not sodomy. Visions of her anal
rape began running unbidden through her mind, accented by the pain of
the clamps biting into her sensitive nipples and the strain of her
weight pulling on her arm muscles.

From: conwic@aol.com (Conwic)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Female POW (M+/F,nc,war,rape) 2/5
Date: 17 Jun 1996 12:09:52 -0400

			      Female POW
			       Part Two

	Diana hung for over two hours. Her arms burned as they were
slowly pulled out of their sockets by her weight. The pain as the
clamps bit into her nipples grew worse as they cut into the flow of
blood to the sensitive nips of her breasts. But mercifully, the pain
peaked and then began to recede into a dull throb as her nipples grew
numb under the assault. Growing ever worse were the cramps in her
intestines from the laxative. She felt as if she were going to
explode. The pressure in her gut was indescribable. But no matter how
hard Diana tried, the tape prevented her from relieving herself. She
could only hang there in agony, covered in a cold sweat, and wait.

	When Yazeed reentered with a crowd of guards, Diana was
appalled to see that there were at least ten men in various stages of
undress with him. As they crowded around her stroking her muscular
body, she frantically tried to communicate to Captain Yazeed that she
would tell him anything he wished if only he would release her. She'd
give him the fuck of his slimy life if only he'd call off his animals.
However, all that came out of her gagged mouth was a series of
unintelligible grunts. But the Captain was not really interested in
bargaining for information. He wished to break her. First he ordered
one of the guards to remove the clamps on her long nipples. When he
released the clamps, Diana could feel nothing for a moment. Then the
blood and the feeling poured back into the sensitive nipples, bringing
a wave of pain. Diana had never felt anything remotely like it. As she
suffered with the return of sensation to her breasts, one of the
guards held a tin bucket under her ass. A second pulled the tape off
her straining anus and allowed the torrent of shit to shoot out of
her. Diana had never felt such a sense of relief; for a moment she
even forgot the burning sensation in her nipples and her impending
rape as the pressure in her intestines receded. The heavy smell of
shit did not seem to bother the men crowded around her. They used a
small hose to clean the splattered feces off her ass and legs. Then
they pushed its nozzle up her stretched sphincter to clean out the
fecal matter remaining there. Diana felt a shock as the cold water
filled and then flowed from her bowels and into the drain below her.
The first man followed the hose with his cock so quickly that Diana
had no opportunity to close her sphincter. She felt his cock enter her
bowels, sending pain and a kind of cramps through her intestines into
her belly. It seemed as if he were forcing his fist up her rather than
his cock. Diana struggle wildly, grunting and twisting her torso as
she tried to escape the penis invading her asshole. The guard wrapped
his strong arms around her and held her still. His cock, already half
way in, disappeared entirely inside her when he made another powerful
thrust into the captive pilot, actually lifting her a few inches by
the force of his thrust. The guard remained motionless for a moment as
he savored the warm tightness of her virgin ass. Then he began to fuck
her. While he plowed her ass, he held her in a bear hug, 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 shiny 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. From 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 sphincter 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 hers. He
could see tears rolling down her cheeks as he raped her. These tears
of humiliation streaming down the face of this muscular but very
feminine woman aroused him more than the tight grip her cunt had on
his cock. A low wail began to come from the woman's gagged mouth; it
pushed him over the edge. He came, filling her dry cunt with his hot,
sticky cum. Sated now, he withdrew and let the next man take her.

	The next man used her just as brutally. In an instant he was
rutting inside her like a boar in heat. Diana was nauseated by the
sight of his grinning face. But when she closed her eyes, Yazeed used
his cigarette on her nipple again. Even in her abused condition, the
pain was overwhelming. With Yazeed holding her head up, she was forced
to watch the faces of man after man as the grinning soldiers used her
cunt, like they had already used her asshole, as a depository for
their disgusting cum. While not as painful as the plunder of her ass,
the way she was forced to watch the gloating men rape her was even
more humiliating. She felt like a slut. Diana was overwhelmed by
revulsion. She struggled to escape. It did no good; her efforts only
goaded the men on to more brutal attacks on her. At least she was
spared the humiliation of understanding their crude comments as they
mistook her struggles for the throes of passion. As man after man
raped her, Diana's struggles lessened until her sweat soaked body
again hung limp in the ropes suspending her from the ceiling. Her
asshole still dripped cum out of its distended sphincter; now her cunt
was also covered in the white spendings. It was dripping in globs from
her abused vagina to the floor below by the time the last man had
finished with her.

	Captain Yazeed ordered the now exhausted guards out of the
chamber, leaving himself and his translator alone with Diana. He stood
between her legs and savored the sight of Diana's cum covered cunt.
The sight of the whitish fluid dripping out of her drew him to her
abused vagina. He crouched between her legs to peer inside her half
open cunt lips. Fascinated, Yazeed spread those lips with his fingers
to get a better look. The mixed smell of her cunt and the men's cum
drew him on. He pushed two fingers of his right hand inside her
swollen cunt lips. The fingers "squished" as he forced them inside
Diana. He added another finger, then another. Then he closed his thumb
against his palm and pushed his hand further into the American's cunt.
With a second push, his whole hand disappeared into the woman's cunt.
He moved it in and out, creating more of that squishy sound as his
fist moved inside the semen 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.

From: conwic@aol.com (Conwic)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Female POW (M/F,nc,war,rape,tort,w/s) 3/5
Date: 17 Jun 1996 09:58:40 -0400

			      Female POW
			      Part Three

	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 fervently 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 temerity 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 led 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 shiny 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 suppressed 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.

From: conwic@aol.com (Conwic)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Female POW ( M+/F,nc,war,rape,tort) 4/5
Date: 17 Jun 1996 10:54:40 -0400

			     Female POW
			      Part Four

	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 hers 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 semen
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."

From: conwic@aol.com (Conwic)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Female POW (M/FF,nc,rape,war,fist) 5/5
Date: 17 Jun 1996 10:38:38 -0400

			      Female POW
			      Part Five

	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 call sign "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'd like to get the fuck out of here!"

			       Epilogue

	Major Diana Barker made it back to Saudi Arabia safely though
eleven of her rescuers did not. The story of what she had been doing
when her rescuers arrived was hushed up except for the stories told in
certain bars at Fort Bragg, Delta Force's home station. But network
anchors don't drink at Fort Bragg. The media loved her story - as she
told it - and made her the victim-hero of the war. She got her picture
on the cover of Time Magazine and was famous for almost two weeks.
Things turned out very well for her. She didn't even need the adult
diapers anymore after a couple of months.