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POW - Mother of all Rapes
By Conwic (conwic@aol.com)

***

Largely because of the scandal caused by the Navy's 
1991 "Tailhook" convention, the ban on women flying 
U.S. combat aircraft was lifted on 28 April, 1993. This 
story is a "what-if" look at what might have happened 
if "Tailhook" had happened before the 1991 Gulf War and 
as a result women had flown combat aircraft during that 
war. (M+/F, nc, rp, bi, oral, anal, bd, tor, huml, 
military)

***

DISCLAIMER; This story includes descriptions of rape, 
torture, and bondage. If descriptions of sexual 
activity, particularly non-consensual sexual activity, 
offend you, DO NOT READ THIS STORY. 

***

-= CHAPTER ONE =-

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. 


-= CHAPTER 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 bearhug, the sweat streaming 
off both their bodies. Diana fought him, her muscles 
straining in a futile effort to escape the burning pain 
from her raped asshole. The pain increased with each 
stroke until Diana knew that she must die, that he had 
torn her insides to shreds. 

But she did not die. The first man lasted only few 
minutes in her ass before he came. Now her asschute was 
slick with his cum and wide open. The next man replace 
him as soon as he pulled his still dripping cock clear. 
The second man sank into the depths of her ass with his 
first stroke. Brutally he rode the suspended female 
pilot, not giving her a chance to adjust to the new 
cock. Diana was wailing into her gag with each jack 
hammer thrust. Her face was streaked with her tears and 
snot as well as her sweat. She twisted and turned her 
body, trying to escape the grip of her rapist; but her 
struggles only goaded on the man raping her to more 
brutal thrusts. 

A third man replaced the second without a moment's 
respite. The pain in her ass was diminishing slightly 
as it was forced open by the invading cocks; a kind of 
numbness began. Diana still fought each thrust by her 
rapists, her muscular arms and torso flexing futility. 
But with each new attacker, her struggles weakened. By 
the seventh man, Diana was simply hanging limply in the 
ropes as the guards plowed her asshole. Her body was 
shinny with sweat. Her thighs were covered with a sheet 
of cum which had run down her legs to dry in a white 
scum on her tanned skin. 

Diana's head rested on her chest as her body was jerked 
up and down like that of a puppet by the guard's 
thrusts. At Yazeed's order, the guard raping her ass 
began to twist and pull on her sore nipples to get her 
to struggle again. The new pain coming from her abused 
nipples did made Diana fight feebly, involuntarily 
milking his cock as her body struggled feebly to 
escape. 

As the guards sodomized the Western female, Captain 
Yazeed sat in a chair a few feet in front of her where 
he had an unobstructed view. She was really magnificent 
looking as they raped her, he thought, admiring her 
muscular body. He had found her struggles incredibly 
arousing. 

The sight of the muscular woman being sodomized into 
submission had left him with a painfully hard cock 
straining against his fly. He would have liked to have 
joined his men in gang raping Diana. But it would have 
been below his dignity as an officer to share her with 
enlisted men. He would have to wait. For now, he 
savored the look of agony in her eyes. The eyes were 
always so expressive with women, he thought. 

He noted the clenched hands, a trickle of blood showing 
where her fingernails had torn the skin of her palms. 
Her nipples had been abused until they were a deep, 
dark red and very swollen. Judging by her weak cries, 
their continued abuse was evidently extremely painful 
to Diana. But mainly, he savored the look of defeat 
evident in her face. She had learned a great deal in 
the last two hours. He had plans to teach her much 
more. 

Diana was barely conscious now. She felt only a 
sensation of burning fullness in her ass which combined 
with the pain from her arm muscles and tortured nipples 
to drive conscious thoughts out of her brain. She 
couldn't think; she could only feel the pain and 
humiliation consuming her. 

When the first few men had sodomized her, her mind 
could not accept what they were doing to her. She had 
fought them like an animal would fight a trap, 
struggling wildly even though she knew that she had no 
hope of escape. Now she had no strength left to fight. 
She could only hang there helplessly as they abused and 
humiliated her. 

By now all ten of the guards had left their cum in her 
asshole. Yazeed toyed with the idea of allowing them a 
second chance at her. He wanted to see this arrogant 
woman abused further until she was only a shell of her 
former self. 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 
pile-driver. 

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 ass-cheeks 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 hanged 
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. 


-= CHAPTER 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. 
"UUGGGGHLLM!!" 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. 

"UGGHLLMMM!!" 

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 ass-cheeks 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. 

"OHFUCK!! Noo!! PLEASE, PLEASE OH! OHGODNO!! 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 ass-cheeks 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. 

"NO! PLEASE NO!!" 

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. 

"PLEEESE NO! NO!!" 

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! 

"UUUGGGGGGHH! STOP! OH STOP! PLEEESE!!!" 

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 ass-cheeks. 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. 

"AHHHH! It hurts, Pleaseee!" 

Rashid was pleased to find her so easy to penetrate. He 
loved the way her colon seemed to squeeze his cock as 
it burrowed inside her. As Diana's body arched up in an 
involuntary and futile attempt to escape her 
impalement, he drove his cock all the way into her. 
Then he reached around the woman to grasp her breasts 
in his hands. The General found her large, erect 
nipples and gripped them between his fingers, squeezing 
them in concert with his thrusts into Diana's ass. He 
savored the way she squirmed under him; it aroused him 
more than the physical aspects of simple sex ever 
could. 

"American slut. You are my prisoner! You will do 
whatever I say, when I say it. If you defy me in the 
least thing, I will beat you with that belt until there 
is no skin left on your body," Rashid rasped into her 
ear as he continued riding her ass, "You will show me 
the respect I deserve, whore!" 

Diana involuntarily tightened her spinster from shock 
when the General spoke to her in English. A thrust and 
a painful twist of her sensitive nipples reminded her 
not to fight him. She rested her head against the wall 
and tried to relax her whole body, hoping to get 
through her rape with as little pain as possible. 

"Slut, you will answer me when I speak," He barked, 
squeezing painfully on her nipples as he spoke. 

"Yes Sir, I... I'm... AAHH! I'm sorry, Sir," Diana 
choked out between the moans as he sodomized her and 
tortured her nipples. 

Apparently satisfied, Rashid concentrated on fucking 
her ass. The tempo of his thrusts increased as he 
pumped harder and harder into her ass. Diana thought it 
felt as if he were pushing a baseball bat up her ass. 
The pain seemed to Diana to go on forever as he rode 
her torn and bleeding ass and tried to rip her nipples 
off of her breasts with his fingernails. 

It was all she could do to lean her head against the 
wall and concentrate on breathing between screams. 
Finally, the jackhammer thrusts stopped and she could 
feel a hot liquid filling her intestines. Diana stood 
in a daze as he untied her hands and retied them behind 
her back. Then he untied her feet and lead her to a bed 
in the corner. 

He made her kneel beside the bed and said, "I am going 
to test your obedience. If you fail, I will whip you 
twice as hard as I just did." Producing a pistol from 
his holster, Rashid continued "I order you to lick your 
filth off my cock. If your teeth touch my cock, I will 
kill you." 

The pistol to her head, Diana stared in disgust at the 
dark stains on his half erect cock. Her stomach turned 
at the thought of where it had just been. But she was 
too frightened to refuse. Slowly and reluctantly, she 
stuck out her tongue and ran it up the underside of his 
shit stained penis. She continued licking his cock 
until all the dark stains were gone and the half hard 
organ was shinny with her saliva. The bitter taste of 
her own feces filled her mouth but she continued 
licking until not a trace of her shit remained. 

"Excellent, whore. Now turn your attention to the 
material on the bottom of my boots. That, I believe, is 
what you Americans would call camel shit. Get rid of 
it!" 

***

The next morning, a thoroughly broken Major Barker was 
prepared for another humiliation. By the General's 
perverse reasoning, since she had embarrassed him in 
front of his subordinates, she would be humiliated in 
front of them. She was dressed in her flight suit but 
in such a way that it emphasized rather than covered 
her body. The front was open and the zipper sides 
pinned back to her shoulders so that her breasts were 
totally exposed. 

The crotch of the suit had been cut out entirely, 
exposing her shaven cunt and most of her buttocks, 
complete with the still painful bruises from her 
whipping the night before. She knelt on the sand in 
front of the headquarters with the headquarters 
personnel drawn up in a formation to her right. 

Diana had instinctively assumed the submissive position 
taught her by Yazeed; her legs spread and her back 
straight with eyes downcast. She had no idea what was 
going to happen to her. But she knew that if she 
displeased the General he would inflict some horrible 
punishment on her. The General was making some kind of 
a speech to the assembled soldiers in Arabic; he seemed 
to have forgotten her for the moment. 

When he finished, a cheer came from the soldiers. The 
General walked the few feet to where Diana knelt 
submissively. As Diana watched anxiously, he opened his 
fly and took out his cock. Was he going to rape her in 
front of these men, she wondered. Then without warning, 
the General began to piss in her face. A stream of 
warm, stinking piss hit her in the face, burning her 
eyes and running between her open lips before she could 
react. 

A shuddering Diana quickly 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. 


-= CHAPTER 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 counter pointing loud 
cracks as his hand impacted on her quivering butt-
cheeks. 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." 


-= CHAPTER FIVE =-


As the President read through the CIA report, he began 
shaking his head in that disjointed way he had when he 
was 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. 
He had the young woman kneeling before him, stripped of 
her flight suit and with her arms tied behind her back. 
A petite, freckled redhead with an athletic body -- 
everyone referred to her by her call sign "Tomboy," the 
woman presented a fascinating contrast to the muscular 
Major Barker. 

He found her to be attractive in a boyish way with her 
small breasts, slender build, and short, red hair. 
Though Tomboy tried to maintain a brave front, the 
General could sense her fear; he could literally smell 
it emulating from her sweat covered body. It will be 
interesting, he thought, to put the two American women 
together. 

 A short time later, he had them together. A nude Diana 
was lying on her stomach on the table, her booted feet 
on the floor and her strong arms bound behind her back. 
A swarthy, naked soldier stood behind her, his erect 
cock plowing her distended asshole. In front of Diana, 
another of the General's guards was using her mouth; 
holding her hair, he held her head still as he pumped 
his cock in and out of her open mouth. Grunts and soft 
moans were coming from Diana to accompany the louder 
panting of the guards as they used the submissive 
woman. The General held Tomboy's hair, forcing her to 
watch as his men raped the broken female Air Force 
officer. 

Tears ran down Tomboy's face as she watched in horror. 
Her body shook with her own fear as she was forced to 
watch Diana's body being buffeted between the two angry 
men. Helplessly she watched as man after man raped 
Diana's mouth and ass. She wanted to say something, to 
stop this horror; but she was too afraid. As she looked 
on, the General whispered into her ear: 

" This is what will happen to you as well, my little 
American Marine; after I have used you first, of 
course. No one will save you! What you see is nothing 
compared to what that whore has endured and what you 
will also endure. You are no longer American warriors- 
now you are Iraqi whores!" 

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. They had been landed from 
two MH-47's here, deep in the Iraqi rear area, only an 
hour before. Now the assault team waited tensely inside 
their Trojan horse, a captured 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 and into 
the headquarters area. 

By now Tomboy had seen eight men use Diana as she lay 
passively on the table. Their brutality horrified her. 
Even worse, to her terrified mind, was the submissive 
manner with which Diana seemed to accept the brutal 
attacks. 

Tomboy knew and admired Diana Barker by her reputation 
within the close knit community of female flyers; she 
could not understand how these men had turned her into 
their unresisting fuck toy. The sight of this muscular 
woman being used and degraded by her enemies and not 
fighting back was heartbreaking to Tomboy. How, she 
wondered, could see resist them if Diana Barker could 
not? 

"That is enough!" the General ordered the guards, "You 
are dismissed. See that no one disturbs me for an 
hour." 

The guards filed out, leaving Tomboy alone with the 
General and Diana. Diana remained face down on the 
table, almost zombie like now in her passivity. Tomboy 
could see that the guards' cum covered her face, 
leaving a white mask over her mouth and chin. Diana's 
asshole was a gapping circle, dripping the thick cum 
onto her cunt before it dropped to the floor and formed 
a puddle of white on the concrete. Tomboy thought that 
Diana looked like a queen, brought low by her enemies 
but still regal even in her suffering. 

Pulling Tomboy to Diana by her hair, the General pushed 
her face close to the other woman's ass and taunted 
her, "Take a close look at her asshole. Yours will look 
like that- like a whore's cunt! Take a closer look! 
Taste my men's sperm; lick her clean like a good little 
American whore!" 

The General pushed Tomboy's face into Diana's sperm 
covered ass as he spoke. He pulled painfully on her 
short hair and screamed at her, "Do it whore! Clean 
your comrade of my men's sperm before I call the men 
back and let them have you!" 

Terrified, Tomboy obeyed. She put out her pink, little 
tongue and began hesitantly scooping the slimy white 
man seed into her mouth. Grimacing at the bitter, salty 
taste of the men's cum, she licked it carefully from 
Diana's cunt and asshole. Tomboy kept her eyes tightly 
shut while she licked, as if to hide the horrible 
reality of the situation. 

"Good. Now put your tongue into her ass and clean her! 
DO IT!" 

Tomboy pressed her lips to Diana's open asshole and 
then extended her tongue into the hot, foul tasting 
opening. As Tomboy moved her tongue about inside 
Diana's asshole, A soft moan came from Diana. Diana had 
tried not to respond to the soft probing tongue, vowing 
not to take pleasure from the Marine's humiliation. But 
the feeling of the tongue moving inside her still 
sensitive colon defeated her. Diana's face became 
flushed as Tomboy's tongue moved down to her unused 
cunt. 

She knew how embarrassing this was for the female 
Marine but could not help drawing some pleasure from 
the soft stimulation. At the General's orders, Tomboy 
kept licking her cunt until, to Diana's intense 
embarrassment, Diana's cunt began to lubricate itself. 
Diana shuddered, more in embarrassment than arousal, at 
her body's betrayal. 

Tomboy had never had sex with another woman; she had 
never tasted another woman's secretions. But she 
instantly knew what it was when Diana's lubricants hit 
her tongue. Tomboy was as repelled by Diana's taste as 
she had been by that of the Iraqi's cum. She felt as if 
the other woman had betrayed her, that Diana was 
enjoying her degradation! 

Mercifully, the General pulled her face out of Diana's 
cunt. Ordering both of the women to stand, he pressed 
them together, Tomboy's front to Diana's back. Making 
Diana squat slightly, he tied Tomboy to Diana with a 
single piece of rope encircling the waists of both 
women. Then he ordered Diana to kneel on the floor, 
hoisting Tomboy off the floor and onto Diana's broad 
back and bound arms. By now, Tomboy had realized his 
intent; she kicked wildly with her legs to keep him 
away as Diana knelt impassively underneath her with her 
head on the cold concrete. 

Dodging her flying legs, the General caught each in 
turn and tied it to Diana's leg until Tomboy was 
helpless. She still struggled, trying to throw Diana on 
her back to protect herself; but the older, heavier 
woman held her fast. She called out to Diana for help, 
"PLEASE, DON'T HELP HIM! MOVE!" 

But Diana did not move. Impervious to another's pain 
after suffering so much of her own, she concentrated on 
staying on her knees and tried to close her mind to 
what was going to happen to Tomboy. The smaller woman's 
struggles grew even more frenzied as the General 
positioned himself behind her and began to probe 
Tomboy's asshole with his fingers. Slowly, he opened 
her tiny sphincter with his fingers, adding another 
each time he gained a few millimeters in his fight 
against her sphincter ring. As Tomboy screamed and 
struggled, he slowly opened her virgin asshole with his 
fingers. 

"NO! PLEASEEE! PLEASEEE! HELP ME! AAAHHHHEEEE!" 

Using his thumbs now, the General spread her sphincter 
open, stretching her painfully in preparation for 
penetrating her asshole with his cock. Helplessly 
anchored to the larger form of Diana, Tomboy could do 
nothing to protect herself as the General opened her 
asshole. He positioned the head of his cock at the 
small opening and pushed until the head lodged itself 
inside the woman's ass. Still pulling her sphincter 
apart with his thumbs, he leaned toward Tomboy's pale, 
freckled back and thrust as hard as he could. 

"AAAHHHEEE! NOO! PLEASEE!!" 

Firmly embedded inside her ass, the General shifted his 
grip to her hips; he pushed his cock into her 
impossibly tight asshole again as the sweat began to 
stream off his bare chest. Again and again, he pressed 
his cock into her until it was about half way into her 
ass. Then he stopped, pausing to savior the hot, tight 
asshole gripping his cock. 

As Tomboy took his cock into her ass, 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 which were 
hovering around him like giant prehistoric insects 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. 

Tomboy was impaled on the General's cock. She was 
trapped between his bulk and Diana's muscular back and 
arms, the ropes at her waist and feet holding her 
immobile. Tomboy's breasts were pressed into Diana's 
sweaty back as the woman's muscular arms enveloped 
their sides. Her face was also pressed into Diana's 
back, her tears and drool mixing with Diana's sweat to 
form a pool on the tanned skin of the older woman. The 
pain of the man's cock forcing its way into her virgin 
hole felt like a burning log being rammed up her ass. 
As the General forced his cock into her, he was 
chanting, "CUNT! WHORE! SLUT! CUNT! BITCH! SLUT! BITCH! 
WHORE..." 

Tomboy screamed from the pain engulfing her; but 
General Rashid's penis continued to penetrate her 
colon, filling her brain with waves of burning pain. He 
managed to force his entire cock into her tiny ass so 
that his pubic hair nestled against her pale skinned 
ass-cheeks. Then he began to fuck, sawing in and out of 
her tight passage. 

For Tomboy, the pain and humiliation were overwhelming; 
for the General, the young woman's tight ass was sheer 
pleasure. It squeezed his cock like a hand would, 
gripping tighter as he thrust into her and releasing 
slightly as he withdrew his cock until only the head 
was still inside her. Harder and harder he rode the 
moaning redhead, making both her body and Diana's shake 
with the force of his thrusts. 

Finally, he could take no more of Tomboy's tightness. 
The General came, filling the captured pilot's asshole 
with his hot cum. He rested for a moment on the 
redhead's back. Then he got up and shakily walked 
around to Diana's head. Holding her head up by her 
hair, he presented his blood and shit stained cock to 
her and ordered, "Now you will clean me, whore! Lick 
her shit off my cock!" 

Diana obeyed. Taking his filthy cock into her mouth, 
she began. As she licked and sucked on his cock, Diana 
could feel the sobs still shaking tomboy's body. She 
concentrated on controlling her own revulsion at 
performing such a degrading task, painfully conscious 
of the bloody, shit stained cock filling her mouth. 
When that cock suddenly disappeared from her mouth, 
Diana looked up in surprise. 

The General had stepped back and was looking in 
amazement at something behind her. Suddenly, three red 
splotches appeared on the man's chest. As Diana watched 
dumbfounded, the General stumbled backwards with a look 
of dumb shock on his face. He hit and then slid down 
the wall, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Diana 
froze motionless in fear. From behind her she heard a 
voice speaking in English -- American Army English. 

"FUCK!! Hey, Captain, you got to fuckin' see this! The 
fuckin', raghead fuckers were having a fuckin' party!" 

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. 

THE END

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

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