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Archive name: holywar.txt (M+/F, rp, v)
Authors name: Wiley06 (wiley06@nym.alias.net)
Story title : Holy War

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Holy War (M+/F, rp, v)
By Wiley06 (wiley06@nym.alias.net)

***

Warning: This is another brutal rape story about a 
female Israeli soldier getting grabbed and raped 
repeatedly by Palestinians. If you don't like this type 
of thing, don't read it. If you do, enjoy.

***

Gunfire barked through the sound of the mob, the cursed 
and cries of hatred directed toward her and the other 
Israeli soldiers patrolling the occupied territories. 
She dropped to her knee behind a corner; her eyes 
scanning the mob scattering for cover, searching out 
their assailant, her rifle held in arms practiced with 
its use. 

Goldman had been hit, she knew, her rifle rising as she 
glimpsed a rifle barrel poking around a building, three 
quick rounds sending it jerking back; her job was to 
cover Saks as he dragged Goldman to cover and Solomon as 
he radioed their predicament.

Bullets laced wall above her head, and her gun jerked in 
her hands as it swung around, the recoil comforting as 
her fire chased away a sniper on a remote rooftop. Their 
position was untenable, and she quickly motioned for her 
companions to fall back, even as she moved down the 
alley herself, cursing her luck and the Palestinians.

She took up rear-guard, her brown eyes hating the maze 
of streets which hid death and maiming everywhere she 
looked. She could hear the mob yelling its rage and its 
encouragement to the gunmen, a quick tick of her neck 
sending her short brown hair away from her forehead, her 
sharp Jewish features strained.

He stuck his head cautiously around the corner, and lost 
half of it as her bullet sheared through his skull, 
dropping him instantly. Bullets ripped futilely around 
her position, a mistake revealing their location, three 
of them, she knew, her lithe body tensing as she made 
for an alley between a rock wall and a house, figuring 
that enough time had gone by for the others to get to 
safety, and now it was her turn.

She cursed inwardly as she saw the mob seemingly appear 
at the end of alley, and she straightened, her rifle 
poised, as they saw her, sending rocks flying in her 
direction. Bullets kicked up dirt at the feet of the 
mob, sending some back, but more came forward, yelling, 
screaming, hating, rocks falling short as she strode 
forward, toward the mob, away from the death of the 
snipers.

Movement from above and a quick glance saw a hail of 
stones; she jerked her rifle above her head as they 
struck her, staggering her even as they bounced off the 
slight protection of her rifle, her body instinctively 
crouching, her head bowed, and then lights as one struck 
her head, and she was down on her hands and knees, her 
gun still in her grip but useless as she stared, groggy, 
at the ground, the roar in her head louder than the roar 
of the mob racing toward her, overwhelming her as she 
tried to raise her rifle, kicking her, beating her, 
tearing at her, ripping her gun from her hand.

She felt death then, but the hatred became a need to 
punish, to hurt, and the hands tearing at her, the roar 
of a maddened crowd, lifted her, staggering, to her 
feet, faces twisted in hatred and wrath everywhere she 
looked, spitting on her, spinning her around, striking 
her face, bruising the sharp, handsome features, 
striking her body. Someone tore at her shirt, and it 
ripped, falling off an olive-skinned muscled shoulder. 

Other hands grabbed the shirt, spinning her around 
again, ripping it from her body as she was buffeted by 
the mob surrounding her, helpless to defend herself. She 
saw they eyes of the men around her glow as they saw her 
strong, flat stomach, her smooth skin, her breasts 
straining at the cloth bra which held them to her chest.

She cursed and tried to fight as she was lifted off her 
feet, held horizontal to the ground by innumerable hands 
as they stripped her nude, and she heard voices from the 
mob cry out, "kill the Israeli bitch," "hurt her," flail 
her," "fuck her," "fuck her," the sounds merging into an 
animal roar as she twisted futilely in their grasp, her 
arms and legs held tightly, suspending her lithe, nude, 
squirming form three feet above the ground.

"Give it to her give it to her," she heard and saw one 
of them holding her gun pointing straight at her crotch, 
then slamming forward against her cunt, pain making her 
scream and spasm as others rushed her body, hands 
gripping her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, her hair, 
pulling and pinching and twisting, tormenting her flesh 
in their frenzy. She howled again as her rifle bore down 
against her cunt, ripping the tender flesh as it slid 
into her sheath, the metal still warm from firing, to 
slam hard into her cervix.

A howl of triumph rose from the crowd as they saw her 
penetrated, her own weapon driving into her defenseless 
body as their dirty nails scratched furrows of blood 
into her breasts and stomach and thighs, the pain making 
her thrash hopelessly in their grasp. Endorphins and 
adrenaline rushed through her blood, each second of her 
rape drawn out in the moment, only to flash by faster 
than she could follow, the pain her only guide as her 
lean, strong body was abused by her tormentors.

The fingers at her breasts were a searing pain, the 
fleshy mounds being torn from side to side, her nipples 
tormented by sharp, jagged, fingernails, leaving bloody 
marks on her smooth skin as they fought over her breasts 
and stomach and thighs, pain which made her twist 
maniacally, pain which was nothing as her rifle tore 
again into her cunt to thud agonizingly against her 
pelvis, tearing a howl of pain from her body.

Again and again the rifle tore through her ripped cunt-
flesh, pounding her cervix mercilessly, the howl of the 
mob filled with a murderous lust as they abused her 
body, her eyes glazing from the pain and the shock as 
the rifle was ripped forcefully from her cunt, a thin 
trail of blood leaking from her ravished orifice. 

She grunted as hands gripped her hips and her legs were 
pulled up, a cock driving suddenly into her cunt, hips 
slamming against hers brutally as her rapist began 
fucking her violently, hatefully, each stroke a weapon 
making her shrink in on herself, the agony of the hands 
tearing at her breasts increasing as he dominated her 
body. 

Her head hung limply from her body, jerking back and 
forth as her body surged on its own accord from the pain 
it was subject to, her mind swirling in a vertigo of 
humiliation and self-loathing. To be captured, to be 
raped, by these animals: she shuddered inwardly each 
time his hips met hers, the pain in her cunt an aching, 
searing agony, her cervix throbbing with the abuse it 
had taken.

She screaming in denial as she felt him come inside her, 
to be replaced by another, and then another, her body 
twisting and thrashing and squirming and thrashing in 
the bondage of their grip, her mind screaming and 
screaming continuously as the punishment never seemed to 
end.

And then she felt a cock press against her ass, and 
another part of her shriveled as pain blossomed in her 
anus as he drove his cock deep into her bowels, hitting 
and cursing her as he fucked her ass hard, hurting her 
with each stroke, loving the pain he was causing her, 
the way her body jerked with each thrust, her muscular 
thighs quiver and strain as he pumped into her, her 
breasts stretch and bleed at the tearing hands, her 
stomach heave in revulsion at her rape.

He came quickly into her ass, but more followed him into 
her writhing body, some using her ass, some her cunt, 
all hurting her, abusing her, sending her mind to scream 
in pain and humiliation. It seemed to go on forever, her 
mind trapped in a piece of flesh being used so cruelly, 
come and blood dripping from her loins to splatter 
against the hard ground, her flesh a screaming layer of 
raw nerves scratched raw, her breasts mounds of agony.

Suddenly her whole body jerked, and a dull pain in her 
groin followed. Again, and she looked down at her 
battered body, marveling at its obscene grotesqueness, 
blood and dirt and come smearing it. Again her body 
shook and this time she screamed, her mind finally 
registering a fist striking her cunt. Again a man 
punched her cunt, and again, each time rewarded by a 
scream. Then he held it there and pushed into her, 
forcing her flesh of her gaping, used, abused cunt 
inward, a moaning howl rising from her throat as her 
cunt stretched wider and wider.

She felt something rip and blood wash over his hand as 
it slid into her abused cunt channel, her scream echoing 
throughout her mind as he rammed his fist deep into her 
cunt, pounding against her cervix. He began punching 
her, his hand buried in her cunt, slamming it against 
her cervix again and again, her body jerking like a 
puppet as her abused her, her moaning, keening wailing 
suddenly cut short as another man grabbed her head and 
shoved his cock deep into her throat, making her whole 
body spasm as it gasped for air, her mind trying to shut 
down from the fear and the pain of her rape and the 
panic of not having any air.

Her throat spasmed again and again around her rapist's 
cock, sending him quickly over the edge to spill his 
seed deep into her belly, and then another one replaced 
him in her mouth, fucking her face violently, 
relentlessly, even as her body still shook from the 
pounding her cunt was taking. 

Blackness began sweeping her vision as the agony of the 
fist fucking she was getting combined with the rape of 
her throat cutting her oxygen off. She gulped in a great 
gasp of air as the man in her throat pulled out, 
screaming again as the fist rammed her pelvis, blood 
from her ripped cunt dripping onto the ground, come 
spattering against her face before another cock filled 
her throat, gagging her, choking her.

Another fist was pressing against her anus, and her 
throat vibrated in helpless agony around the cock in it 
as she was stretched to the breaking point, warmth 
filling her bowels as the skin around her anus tore, her 
whole body spasming in agony as the fist drove 
mercilessly into her bowels to join the fist in her 
cunt. The worked with a rhythm, filling her full of 
their violence and hatred as they pounded into her 
defenseless body as other men used her throat. Her mind 
seemed to snap then, the pain receding slowly, like a 
train disappearing into a tunnel.

It was as if some barrier had been passed, her mind 
reacting to her body's torment, a body obscenely coated 
in come and blood and dirt, her breast bloody, torn 
mounds, her muscular body still straining and sweating 
in pain against her tormentors, her groin grotesquely 
jutting two arms which pounded into her helpless body, 
by taking her beyond pain until she her body was a 
single nerve, quivering at the hands of her tormenters, 
every touch, every thrust, every hurt an sensation which 
tore through her mind, no longer pain, no longer 
describable.

Teeth met her swollen bloody clit and worried it, making 
her body scream into the cock in its throat as she 
spasmed, her mind exploding into lights of pure, 
overwhelming feeling and every hurt, every pain, every 
agony seemed to ball up inside her, her body quivering 
uncontrollably as the men drove their fists deep into 
her struggling body, pounding into her, teeth bloodying 
her clit, tearing at it as if to bite it off. 

She howled silently as come poured down her throat and 
she came, her body almost jerking from the hands holding 
it by the force of her orgasm, an orgasm which was a 
bright pulsing light rushing at her from the end of a 
tunnel, making her whole body throb with pleasure as it 
neared, her mind awash in ecstasy as she plunged into 
it, her senses lost to the world, registering ungodly 
ecstasy and peace, her body forgotten as it bucked and 
thrashed in the hands of her tormentors.

She didn't know what happened next, but when she came 
to, a soldier, Solomon, was pulling a body from atop 
her, and her mind recognized that he was calling to a 
medic before she went under again. It took her almost a 
month of physical rehabilitation to recover, and the 
army made sure she had the best councilors they had.

Still, she would dream sometimes of that light rushing 
toward her, and imagine how her body must have looked as 
it thrashed in the throws of that orgasm.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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