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POW1.TXT -- 1/5
M/F, MILITARY, WAR, CAPTURE, RAPE, NC, BONDAGE, GANG, HUMIL, TORTURE
DISCLAIMER; This story includes descriptions of rape, torture, and
bondage.
If
descriptions of sexual activity, particularly non-consenual sexual
activity,
offend you, DO NOT READ THIS STORY. IF YOU'RE UNDER TWENTY-ONE YEARS OF
AGE,
DO
NOT READ THIS STORY.
DANGER: THIS STORY IS POLITICALLY INCORRECT. This is a work of fiction;
any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This story may be electronically reproduced and distributed where the laws
allow so long as it is not changed in any way. I've appreciated the
comments
and suggestions I've received from readers and welcome further comments.
All
flames will be ignored.
INTRODUCTION: 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.
******************************************************************
The Mother of All Rapes
by Conwic
conwic@aol.com
Part #1
It was the second day of the air war and Air Force Major Diana
Barker
was
feeling very unhappy. Part of this was attributable to the fact that she
was
sitting in the back of an Iraqi army truck with her hands tied behind her
back
and a bag over her head. She was thirsty, her body ached from the jolt she
received when she ejected from her F-16, and she was afraid. But most of
all,
she was pissed because she knew that she had blown it. After all the hype,
the
first woman combat pilot had let herself get shot down on her first combat
mission. All she could think of was how this was going to screw up her
plans
for getting a star. She had spent the last ten years of her life working
toward
that goal.
She had used every resource at her command to get ahead in the air
force,
discovering in her first year at the academy that it was not so much a
case
of
how good you were as how well you could manipulate the system. She soon
realized that the Air Force's equal opportunity program was the perfect
"ticket
to ride" for someone like herself with a lot of ambition and few scruples.
Those superiors she couldn't or wouldn't fuck, she blackmailed.
As a woman, the pressure on her superiors to ensure that she
succeeded
was already great; adding the threat to file a sexual harassment complaint
made
it irresistible. This attitude earned her the nickname of "Nutcracker."
Instead
of angering her, Diana was proud of the nickname, so proud that she used
it
as
her radio callsign. 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.
END -- Part 1 of 5
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From: conwic@aol.com (Conwic)
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Subject: REPOST by REQ: FEMALE POW (M+/F,nc,rape,etc) 2/5
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POW2.TXT -- 2/5
M/F, MILITARY, WAR, CAPTURE, RAPE, NC, BONDAGE, GANG, HUMIL,
TORTURE
DISCLAIMER; This story includes descriptions of rape, torture, and
bondage.
If
descriptions of sexual activity, particularly non-consenual sexual
activity,
offend you, DO NOT READ THIS STORY. IF YOU'RE UNDER TWENTY-ONE
YEARS OF AGE,
DO
NOT READ THIS STORY.
DANGER: THIS STORY IS POLITICALLY INCORRECT. This is a work of fiction;
any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This story may be electronically reproduced and distributed where the laws
allow so long as it is not changed in any way. I've appreciated the
comments
and suggestions I've received from readers and welcome further comments.
All
flames will be ignored.
INTRODUCTION: 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.
******************************************************************
The Mother of All Rapes
by Conwic
conwic@aol.com
Part #2
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 spincter 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 spincter. 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. Fom 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 spincter was still open, its edges protruding outward. A
stream of whitish cum literally poured out of her ass and on to her
thighs.
The
cum was drying in a sticky sheet which stained her thighs halfway to her
knees.
Diana was moaning softly into her gag, her head resting on her chest. Her
breasts were heaving as if she had run a long distance; her muscular body
was
soaked in her own sweat and that of the guards. Yazeed knelt in front of
her
as
he absentmindedly stroked himself. He stared at the exposed cunt of the
captive
female pilot. He ran one hand up her leg and then to her cunt lips. The
bare
skin around her cunt allowed him a clear view of the delicate inner lips,
protruding slightly. He ran his fingers over them and into the cunt
itself.
Good, he thought, she is dry. He had been afraid that she might actually
be
aroused by her anal rape. This was much more satisfactory.
He ordered the guards to untie her feet and retie them in front of
her
in
preparation for raping Diana's untouched cunt. They tied her legs to the
room's
pillars, spreading them obscenely and leaving her literally sitting in the
air.
Since she was only half conscious, he had another man break two capsules
of
ammonia under her nose. He wanted her awake. When Diana began to stir, the
first guard positioned himself between her legs and forced his shit
covered
cock into the unlubricated channel of her cunt. The dry walls of her
vagina's
channel pulled at his cock, providing a stimulating discomfort for him and
a
sharp pain for the woman. The man forced himself into her until his cock
was
buried to his pubic hairs. Then he held it there, savoring the warmth of
the
once arrogant female officer's tight cunt. Yazeed wanted the American
woman
to
see the face of her rapist. He held his cigarette to her left nipple until
the
glowing tip almost touched the swollen nub. When her eyes popped open and
she
looked him directly in the eye, Yazeed signaled the guard to begin fucking
her.
He fucked brutally, shredding her unlubricated cunt walls as he put all
his
strength behind each thrust. He would pull out until only his cockhead was
still inside her then thrust into her again with the force of a
piledriver.
It
seemed to her that he was hitting her cervix with every thrust. She knew
that
she must be bleeding from the pain in her dry cunt walls. But there was
nothing
she could do except hang there and submit to his rape. The guard held onto
the
woman's muscular asscheeks for leverage as he brutally fucked her. He
hovered
over her, his face only a few inches from her's. 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 spincter; now her cunt was also
covered
in the white spendings. It wasdripping 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 seman
saturated cunt. Gradually, Yazeed pumped his arm harder and harder until
he
was
fisting the hanging woman with all his strength. Diana's numbness to her
surroundings changed abruptly when his fist penetrated her. Now she felt a
new
agony as his fist expanded her sore vagina to two or three times its
normal
size. The sensation was far more painful than those produced by any of the
guard's cocks. Diana wailed into her gag. She felt herself being torn in
two
by
the fist invading her. She knew this would kill her. Once again she found
the
strength to struggle against her bonds as he punched his way deeper inside
her.
But her strength soon failed her. She hung passively as he continued to
brutally fist fuck her vagina. The translator stared at Diana. He could
actually see the Captain's fist moving under the skin of the woman's flat
stomach. Its movements were accompanied by sounds usually associated with
those
a plunger makes as it clears a stopped-up toilet. As he fist fucked her
with
one hand, Yazeed used his other hand to stroke his cock, masturbating in
time
with his thrusts inside Diana's cunt. Again and again he used Diana as his
punching bag. Finally, he jerked his fist out of her cunt, sending a new
blast
of pain to Diana's overloaded brain. Straightening up, he frantically
pumped
his cock until a stream of cum shot out and onto Diana's stomach and
breasts.
Diana was too exhausted to respond, even to the agony of his fist tearing
its
way out of her. She hung senseless, aware only of the feeling of emptiness
inside her now that the fist had disappeared.
Yazeed was exhausted as well. He could manage nothing more than to
plop
down in his chair and stare at Diana's hanging form. Eventually, he had
the
translator untie her and leave her lying on the cold concrete floor on her
back. He knew that she was broken but he still wished for her formal
surrender.
She had to tell him her unit, base and mission.
He let her lie on the cold floor for fifteen or twenty minutes while
they
both recovered. Then he had the translator drag her to her knees and take
off
her gag. Her arms dangled uselessly by her side as a result of the earlier
suspension. Quietly he ask his three questions. Matching his tone, the
translator ask mildly, "What was your unit, your base and your mission?"
Diana had no thought of lying to him this time. She said, "4th
tactical
fighter squadron, 388th wing, Mindhat. I was to bomb a suspected chemical
weapons production site north of Baghdad."
The translator spoke to Yazeed, listened to his reply, and then told
Diana, "See how easy that was. If you cooperate with us, you will not have
to
suffer another rape. But you must do everything the Captain tells you to
do.
You must do one more thing. Then you can sleep. The Captain says you must
suck
him off with your mouth. Do this and you can sleep"
Diana did not resist as the Captain stood in front of her, unzipped
his
pants, and placed his erect penis in front of her face. He grabbed her by
the
hair and guided her face forward. She simply opened her mouth and allowed
his
penis to penetrate her lips. Carefully, she closed her lips around it and
began
to suck, licking its undersides with her tongue. She concentrated on
pleasing
this man with all her soul, using her tongue and lips expertly. The soft,
sucking sounds that came from her mouth were painfully humiliating to her;
but
Diana was too afraid of this man to complain. It was the sight of Diana
slavishly sucking his cock as much as the sensation of her tongue working
on
his penis that brought Captain Yazeed to the point of no return. He
wrapped
his
fingers in her hair and began using her face as if it were her cunt. His
thrusts rapidly picked up speed while Diana gagged helplessly under him.
She
was choking, unable to draw a breath, when he began to climax. Diana
swallowed
the hot load he shot into her mouth without protest; she could feel the
cum
burning its way into her stomach. She was grateful her ordeal was finally
over,
at least for the moment. Yazeed withdrew his penis from her mouth and
smiled
down at her. He traced his fingers over the woman's lips and into the
small
stream of whitish cum trickling out of them. He picked up a glob of the
thick
cum on the tip of his finger and looked at it for a moment. Then he pushed
his
cum covered digit into the kneeling women's mouth and wiped it clean on
the
surface of her tongue as she stared submissively at him, too frightened to
protest. He was pleased. They had made a good start; tomorrow he would
begin
working with the woman on the script the foreign ministry had provided. He
would have her on CNN calling for an end to the criminal bombing in 3 or 4
days
at most. He'd have time for his son's birthday party after all.
End -- Part 2 of 5
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DISCLAIMER; This story includes descriptions of rape, torture, and
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The Mother of All Rapes
by Conwic
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Part #3
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
feverently
for
something to cover them. But knew he would keep her nude unless actually
filming; only then was she given her flight suit to cover herself. Diana
realized that the submissive positions and her degrading nudity were meant
to
humiliate her and to destroy her will. But knowing this did not help her
cope
with her rapidly diminishing self-respect. Consumed with fear and guilt,
Diana
was losing touch with who and what she was and beginning to allow her
captors
to define her in their terms instead.
As his translator converted his words into English, Yazeed held the
electric baton, which its American maker appropriately called a "cattle
prod,"
prominently in his right hand. Diana was painfully familiar with this
device,
having felt it work on her cunt and breasts before. Though it left no
lasting
marks, she knew that it would burn like fire when used on her sensitive
feminine regions. Yazeed could see her eyes nervously following the baton
as
he
rose and stood above her kneeling form. He used the cold metal of the
baton
to
lightly rub Diana's large nipples into erectness as the translator droned
on.
He thought he could see a tear forming in Diana's left eye as she braced
herself for the shock. Her muscular body was shiny with sweat now. A faint
tremble was visible in Diana's torso each time the metal baton touched her
moist skin. When he had both nipples fully erect, he touched the tip of
the
baton to the left nipple and pressed the button activating the device.
Diana's body grew rigid as the electricity tore through her breast,
ripping the breath from her lungs. "UUUGGGGGGGGHHLLLLMMMM," she screamed
as
every muscle in her body tightened involuntarily from the shock, jerking
her
body erect.
Then the pain was gone as quickly as it had come, leaving the nude
woman
whimpering softly, her left breast tingling but strangely senseless. She
kept
her hands tightly clasp behind her head to avoid another shock for moving
while
she fearfully waited for Yazeed to continue. Yazeed began softly rubbing
the
metal prod between her legs toward her exposed cunt. Diana closed her
eyes,
the
tears streaming from them now. Terror possessed her completely as she felt
the
hard cylinder pressing against her erect clit! She held her breath as he
rubbed
it over her sensitive sex, waiting for the pain to consume her again. He
didn't
make her wait long.
"UUUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHLLLLLMMMMMMMM!!!!!"
As a nude Diana was withering in pain on the concrete floor of her
prison, her future was being decided by Saddam as he lectured his war
council
on the inevitability of his victory. He had been very disappointed by the
failure of his propaganda broadcasts to energize an anti-war movement in
the
United States. Although he had provided numerous films to the American
media
featuring Diana Barker and four male pilots confessing to bombing
hospitals
and
schools and professing eternal support for the "brave Iraqi People,"
nothing
had happened. In fact, public opinion had turned against him as a result
of
the
films. Even the initially favorable American Media had turned against him.
It
was clearly impossible to understand these people. Fortunately, he had an
even
more brilliant plan. It was inevitable now that the Americans would attack
and
that his army would be defeated. But, if he could bloody the imperialists
before his army's inevitable defeat, he could still emerge as the Arab
hero.
To
do this he had to have one successful battle and then prevent his army
from
turning on him in their defeat. The key to doing these two things lay in
controlling General Hamid Rashid, the popular commander of III Corp and
his
army's best commander. Saddam silently congratulated himself on his
foresight
in not ordering one of those helicopter "accidents" for Rashid which had
befallen the other heroes of the war with Iran. Now Rashid was available
to
win
him his one victory. But the man still had to be made so unacceptable to
the
Americans that they would never support him if he tried a coup in the
war's
aftermath. From his extensive dossier on the general, Saddam knew that the
General was a sadist who had tortured to death for his own gratification
several Kurdish women captured by his troops. He would send Rashid the
American
female pilot. The gift would cement his loyalty in the short run. Then
evidence
of the General's sadism, collected by his spy in the man's headquarters,
would
give Saddam the means to destroy him after the war. As his subordinates
wisely
agreed, the plan was brilliant.
Within hours, Diana had been taken from the custody of Captain
Yazeed,
fed, and clothed again in her flight suit, though without any
underclothes.
Then she was put into a civilian car and began the dangerous trip to
Rashid's
headquarters in southern Kuwait. She had her hands cuffed in front of her
but
was otherwise treated well by her silent guards. As the distance from
Yazeed
grew, Major Barker began to feel a sense of elation at her apparent escape
from
that sadist's control. She began to think that the worst part of her
captivity
was over. As her confidence grew, so grew her anger at the pain and
humiliation
which had been inflicted on her by Captain Yazeed. Diana began to believe
that
the Iraqi in charge at wherever it was they were going would be someone
normal
-- as if Captain Yazeed was not normal for Saddam's Iraq. Old habits began
to
reassert themselves as she started planning about how she would get that
bastard Yazeed for what he had done to her. By the time she arrived at
Rashid's
headquarters, she had convinced herself that it was payback time.
General Rashid was, in his own mind at least, the modern
reincarnation
of
Saladin, the warrior who had destroyed the Christian crusader kingdom
almost
exactly eight centuries before. His enemies in the army -- which meant any
officer above colonel in rank -- whispered that he was mad. But it was not
the
stories of his cruelties toward women that prompted this opinion. It was
his
obsession with the American movie, "PATTON." They said that he modeled
everything he did on that movie, which he had watched over a 100 times by
his
own accounts. Ruthless, arrogant, and cruel; he nevertheless commanded the
respect of the junior officers and NCOs for his battlefield successes
against
the Iranians. This was the man Diana thought was going to help her and
upon
whom she had the poor judgment to unload her pent-up anger. It was also
her
great misfortune that the general spoke fluent English.
The General was initially so astonished that a woman would address
him
in
such a disrespectful manner that he was speechless. Diana took this as
acquiesce and launched into her demand that the General "do something"
about
Captain Yazeed. General Rashid silenced her with a powerful backhand slap
across her face. It took him several moments before he could trust his
voice
so
great was the rage consuming him. He had been insulted in his own
headquarters
in front of his men by a woman, an American woman who had the termidity to
call
herself a warrior! When he could trust himself to speak, he dismissed the
woman's escorts and ordered two of his men to take her into his private
quarters. There, he ordered them to strip her and tie her in a standing
spread
eagle, face against the wall. Then he told them to get out.
The General studied Diana's muscular back and buttocks with
considerable
interest. Her smooth skin was unmarked. He would change that. Unbidden,
his
orderly brought him his preferred instrument, the long, hard rubber fan
belt
from an Army 5 ton truck. Then he left. Rashid had first seen a fan belt
used
on a man as a lieutenant in 1968, when his sergeant had shown him the
army's
way of making Kurds talk. Heavy and brutal, the belt was like the man
using
it.
Rashid ignored the pleas for mercy coming from Diana; they lacked
the
intensity to interest him. That would change after a few blows with the
belt.
He began work, choosing Diana's hard, muscular asscheeks as his first
target.
Using all his strength he brought the heavy belt down across her buttocks.
A
long, muddy-red streak appeared across the untanned, almost white flesh.
Slowly
and methodically, he repeated the stroke again and again as the captive
woman
screamed.
Diana felt as if she were being flayed; It felt as if the skin was
being
stripped off her ass. Bound against the wall, she could do nothing to
escape
the maddenly slow strokes though she tried, her powerful arm and leg
muscles
helplessly flexing in a futile effort to escape. The pain burned itself
from
her buttocks to her brain with each stroke. Almost as bad was the wait for
the
next stroke -- the pain still fresh in her mind. She screamed repeatedly
but
had no idea what she was screaming.
"UUUUGGGHHLLMMMMMM!! Noo!! PLEASE, PLEASE OH!
UUUUUUGGGGGHHHHLLMMMMMMM!!
STOP PLEASE!!"
Diana's screams were clearly audible throughout the headquarters as
the
General wished them to be. No one could humiliate him and escape; let
those
lackeys and cowards listen, he thought as he savored Diana's screams. Her
asscheeks were covered in dark red stripes now. Between strokes, he could
see
her body shake with sobs. He began to work on the sensitive tops of her
thighs.
There the belt met her tanned skin to produce an even deeper red stripe.
"UUUUGGGGGHHHLLLMMMMMMMM!!!!!"
"OOHHHHH!!! PLEASEEE!! STOP! NOOEEEE... UUUGGGHLLMMMMM!!!"
Slowly, methodically, Rashid worked down her thigh backs and then
back
to
her punished buttocks. He laid each stroke with care, ensuring that on her
buttocks the new stripes crossed the old to increase Diana's pain. Then he
moved up to the small of her back.
"UUUGGGHHHLLLLMMMMMMMM!!!! UUUGGGGGHHHHLLLLLMMMMMMMMM!!
PLEASEEEEE!!"
Now the general was lashing Diana across her back, the end of the
heavy
belt just long enough to reach around her to strike the sensitive sides of
her
large breasts. The sheer weigh of the blows was driving Diana into the
wall.
Tears and snot streamed down her face as she screamed into the hard, cold
surface of the wall. Her body was covered in a cold sweat, making it shine
in
the harsh light of the room. There was a new intensity to her screams.
Diana
was convinced that he was going to flay the skin off her back!
"UUUGGGGGGHHHLLLLMMMMMMM!! AAHHHHHHH!!! UUUGGHHHLLMMMMMM!!
PLEEASSEEEEEE!! AHHH!! STOP!!!!"
The blows stopped though Diana's body remained tensed as she waited
for
their resumption. Instead, she sensed the General standing behind her and
then
felt his hand spreading her asscheeks. Involuntarily she tensed even more.
Then
in a feat of will she made her muscles relax. Diana knew what was next; he
was
going to sodomize her. After the anal gang rape she had suffered with
Yazeed,
she knew better than to fight him. She felt the head of his cock press
against
her no longer virgin asshole and then the familiar burning sensation as it
pushed past her stretched spinster. Then she felt the familiar pressure as
his
penis filled her colon, sending painful cramps through her guts and into
her
brain.
"AHHHHH!!!!!! OOHHHH!! It hurts, Pleaseee!"
Rashid was pleased to find her so easy to penetrate. He loved the
way
her
colon seemed to squeeze his cock as it burrowed inside her. As Diana's
body
arched up in an involuntary and futile attempt to escape her impalement,
he
drove his cock all the way into her. Then he reached around the woman to
grasp
her breasts in his hands. The General found her large ,erect nipples and
gripped them between his fingers, squeezing them in concert with his
thrusts
into Diana's ass. He savored the way she squirmed under him; it aroused
him
more than the physical aspects of simple sex ever could.
"American slut. You are my prisoner! You will do whatever I say,
when I
say it. If you defy me in the least thing, I will beat you with that belt
until
there is no skin left on your body," Rashid rasped into her ear as he
continued
riding her ass, "You will show me the respect I deserve, whore!"
Diana involuntarily tightened her spinster from shock when the
General
spoke to her in English. A thrust and a painful twist of her sensitive
nipples
reminded her not to fight him. She rested her head against the wall and
tried
to relax her whole body, hoping to get through her rape with as little
pain
as
possible.
"Slut, you will answer me when I speak," He barked, squeezing
painfully
on her nipples as he spoke.
"Yes Sir, I... I'm... AAHH! I'm sorry, Sir," Diana choked out
between
the
moans as he sodomized her and tortured her nipples.
Apparently satisfied, Rashid concentrated on fucking her ass. The
tempo
of his thrusts increased as he pumped harder and harder into her ass.
Diana
thought it felt as if he were pushing a baseball bat up her ass. The pain
seemed to Diana to go on forever as he rode her torn and bleeding ass and
tried
to rip her nipples off of her breasts with his fingernails. It was all she
could do to lean her head against the wall and concentrate on breathing
between
screams. Finally, the jackhammer thrusts stopped and she could feel a hot
liquid filling her intestines. Diana stood in a daze as he untied her
hands
and
retied them behind her back. Then he untied her feet and 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 surpressed 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.
End -- Part 3 of 5
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DISCLAIMER; This story includes descriptions of rape, torture, and
bondage.
If
descriptions of sexual activity, particularly non-consenual sexual
activity,
offend you, DO NOT READ THIS STORY. IF YOU'RE UNDER TWENTY-ONE YEARS OF
AGE,
DO
NOT READ THIS STORY.
DANGER: THIS STORY IS POLITICALLY INCORRECT. This is a work of fiction;
any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This story may be electronically reproduced and distributed where the laws
allow so long as it is not changed in any way. I've appreciated the
comments
and suggestions I've received from readers and welcome further comments.
All
flames will be ignored.
INTRODUCTION: 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.
******************************************************************
The Mother of All Rapes
by Conwic
conwic@aol.com
Part #4
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 her's 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 seman flooding her mouth.
It
was either swallow or choke. As she forced it down, Diana had the
sensation
that their cum was coating her esophagus all the way to her stomach. In a
half
lucid moment, she could feel it filling her stomach, gallons of the thick,
white cum pooling inside her. Diana thought that she was going to drown in
their cum.
As her cunt became too saturated in cum for even the Iraqi's to
tolerate,
the men fucking her switched to her unused asshole. The first man simply
forced
his penis into her unlubricated ass, indifferent to the searing pain he
caused
Diana. It was only because she had already been repeatedly sodomized
earlier
in
her captivity that the man was able to penetrate her without ripping her
ass
apart. The pain was excoriating as he pumped his cock into her with
relentless
jackhammer-like strokes. Diana tried to scream. But the cock pumping into
her
mouth choked the sound of her cries until that all that came out of her
mouth
were weak moans. The man sodomizing her rode Diana for what seemed to her
to
be
an eternity. Finally, he came. To Diana's relief, his cum then provided a
lubricant for the next man to sodomize her. Then that man emptied himself
into
her burning ass and was replaced by yet another as soon as he had pulled
out
of
her. Soon, Diana's still burning asshole was as loose and as saturated in
her
rapists' sperm as her abused vagina. Through it all, Diana lay passively
over
the barrel, submissively accepting their abuse without even a thought of
resistance. She was resolved to cling to life even at the expense of
submitting
to these men.
So it continued as man after man used her mouth or ass. Both ends of
Diana's pain racked body were covered in their white, sticky sperm. Her
memories became increasingly disjointed. She would remember cum spurting
into
her face and eyes, cocks and fingers penetrating her asshole, hands
pulling
on
her hair as her head was jerked back and forth over someone's cock, and
hands
pulling at her sore nipples. She had no idea how many man had used her or
how
many more were to come.
If Diana's recollections were confused, those of General Rashid were
crystal clear. He watched Diana's ordeal from his vantage point on the
hood
of
the land rover; from there he could see everything that was being done to
her
by his soldiers. He was delighted by the aggressiveness his men showed
toward
the captive American woman. The brutal way in which they forced her to
service
them with her mouth and, especially, their causal brutality in using her
anus
as a second cunt pleased him greatly. He could see the confidence flowing
back
into his soldiers. Nor did the sight of such a strong woman being
subjected
to
the humiliation and pain of a mass rape fail to arouse him. He had
witnessed
more gang rapes than he could remember as a young officer fighting the
Kurds;
but he had never seen a woman endure such brutality or so many men. That
is,
if
she does live through it, he thought.
General Rashid was enthralled by the sight of her muscular body
being
buffeted about by the men using her mouth and ass. One man was using her
cum
covered face as if it were her cunt, his hands gripping her sperm soaked
hair
as he pulled her head back and forth on his cock. The other man was
literally
trying to stab her to death with his penis. He was thrusting into her open
asshole in a mad frenzy while slapping her buttocks with his right hand.
Even
from his position, the General could hear the wet, sucking sounds of the
man's
penis ramming in and out of her cum-soaked asshole and the counterpointing
loud
cracks as his hand impacted on her quivering buttcheeks. As one set of men
spent themselves in Diana, another pair appeared with erect penises and
took
their places. Her holes were never empty for more than a few seconds. Even
after the American woman finally passed out, the men continued to fuck her
slimy holes. The General could not even tell just when she had passed out
since
her body had continued to move in response to the men fucking her
unconscious
body.
Eventually, the General called a halt. Each man had taken Diana at
least
one; some had used her three times. The men's mood was as jubilant as if
they
had won a great victory on the battlefield. Rashid was cheered wildly when
he
promised them more American women soldiers after the great victory they
would
win at Khafji. As the men were marched away, the General walked over to
where
Diana was still lying draped over the metal drum. One of his bodyguards
was
examining the woman's still body. Rashid was fascinated to see that
Diana's
cunt lips and asshole both were still distended. They were so open that he
could actually see the interior linings and the pools of cum still inside
the
woman's vagina and colon. Her body was covered in his men's cum. It had
dried
in layers over her skin at her sex, upper legs, and face. It had even
flowed
as
far as onto her red, raw breasts. General Rashid thought that he had never
seen
a more desirable looking woman in his life.
"Is she alive?" he ask his bodyguard.
"Yes Sir, she still breathes though I do not see how she could have
survived this."
End -- Part 4 of 5
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M/F, MILITARY, WAR, CAPTURE, RAPE, NC, BONDAGE, GANG, HUMIL, TORTURE
DISCLAIMER; This story includes descriptions of rape, torture, and
bondage.
If
descriptions of sexual activity, particularly non-consenual sexual
activity,
offend you, DO NOT READ THIS STORY. IF YOU'RE UNDER TWENTY-ONE YEARS OF
AGE,
DO
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DANGER: THIS STORY IS POLITICALLY INCORRECT. This is a work of fiction;
any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This story may be electronically reproduced and distributed where the laws
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INTRODUCTION: 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.
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The Mother of All Rapes
by Conwic
conwic@aol.com
Part #5
As the President read through the CIA report, he began shaking his
head
in that disjointed way he had when angry. His chief of staff watched
uneasily,
suspecting that the President had gotten to the part where the informant
described Major Barker's beating and rape by General Rashid. Sardonically
he
thought, wait until you read the part about the gang rape. He had been
thinking
about how the war had been going so well; now this had to happen. Despite
the
Military's misgivings, it was clear that they had to do something to save
the
woman. If they didn't, the women's groups would crucify them. It simply
didn't
matter if they did lose 50 men to save this one female pilot. They had to
do
something and do it before the media got wind of this. The American people
would never forgive them if this got out and they had done nothing. He was
mentally marshaling his responses to each of the Military's objections
when
the
President looked up and said, "Do it."
On the following night, General Rashid was in an elated mood. The
preparations for the attack at Khafji were going well. Morale was high in
the
5th Mechanized just as he had known it would be. And now he had learned
that
his men had captured another American female pilot and were bringing her
to
his
headquarters. It seemed only logical that he take advantage of her
presence
before sending the woman on to Baghdad. After all, if he gave Saddam his
victory, then nothing would be said about this little indulgence. If he
failed,
he was a dead man regardless of what he did to her. It was victory or
death,
he
thought; so live for the moment.
Two hours later General Rashid was studying his new plaything,
Marine
First Lieutenant Kathleen O'Connor. A petite redhead with an athletic body
--
everyone called her by her callsign "Tomboy," the woman presented a
fascinating
contrast to the muscular Major Barker. It was easy to make the comparison;
Rashid had Diana kneeling submissively beside the smaller woman with her
legs
spread to expose her cunt and arms held behind her head. Tomboy was tied
bent
face down over a table with her legs bound to the legs to expose her small
red
fringed slit. The General was forcing Diana to recount for the redheaded
marine's benefit all of the things which he had done to her. Diana had
tears
running down her face by the time she got to the gang rape in the desert.
Her
resigned tone changed as her voice broke, and she could not continue. The
General had to "encourage" her with his fan belt before she could complete
her
story about the gang rape and how Rashid had used her in the car on the
trip
back. The General was thoroughly enjoying the effect Diana's story was
having
on the younger woman. However, the fear in her face was arousing him and
he
had
to do something about that...
Less than five miles away a team of American soldiers from Delta
Force
was waiting in the sand dunes in the middle of an S-shaped curve. The
assault
team waited tensely inside their Trojan horse, a Iraqi army truck, while
the
support team waited in two man teams spread throughout the dunes. The
lookout
had already signaled the approach of the scrounging convoy from III Corp
headquarters. Every night four trucks made the trip to Kuwait City and
back
with whatever they could find to feed themselves now that the Iraqi supply
system had collapsed under the bombing. The Delta Force team was going to
join
this convoy and use it to pass through the checkpoints into the
headquarters
area. When the last truck approached the first part of the curve, two of
the
support force pulled on a rope to move an accordion like metal frame
covered
with spikes across the asphalt in front of the truck. As the Iraqi truck
swerved onto the sand and slowed with two punctured tires, the Delta Force
truck came out of the dunes to replace it at the end of the convoy. With
the
engine noises and the muffling effect of the curve, none of the Iraqis in
the
first three trucks heard the silenced MP5's as men from the support team
dispatched the two Iraqis in the truck's cab. All they saw were the
black-out
lights of the last truck coming around the curve. In a few moments, the
convoy
was being waved through the first checkpoint.
General Rashid found the redheaded woman very attractive in a boyish
way.
And she was tight -- just like a young boy -- he discovered as he explored
her
asshole and cunt with a finger. Rashid smiled as he considered the thought
which had just come to him. He took Diana's hair and jerked her between
tomboy's legs.
"Put your hand up the little slut's sex. Now!"
"Sir? I... I can't get..."
"Put your hand up her, or I will give you back to the 2nd brigade.
You
remember them, don't you whore? Do it! Now!"
The old Diana Barker would have refused his insane order. She may
have
been a self-serving bitch but she was not a sadist. This Diana had been
raped
and beaten to within a hair of madness; she did not care anymore who was
hurt
as long as it was not her. She was ready to do anything necessary to avoid
more
pain. Without hesitation, Diana pushed two fingers into Tomboy's cunt.
"AAHHHHH!!!! YOU'RE HURTING ME! TAKE IT OUT!"
When Diana's fingers penetrated her, Tomboy appeared to have a
seizure
as
her body jerked and pulled against the ropes holding her to the table.
Diana's
two fingers painfully filled her small unlubricated cunt. Diana was amazed
at
how tight the petite woman's vagina was, so unlike her own. She pressed
harder
and could feel the muscles of Tomboy's vagina slowly give way. Diana's
fingers
sank deeper into the woman's red fringed slit until they were buried up to
her
knuckles.
"AAHHHH!! NOOO!! PLEEASSEEE NOOO!!!!!"
The General stood over Diana, his eyes bright, as he watched the
larger
woman's fingers force their way into the tiny cunt.
"Deeper now. Put your whole hand into her, slut. Show her how you
felt
when I fucked you!"
Diana started to force her third finger into Tomboy. She got the
finger
into the redhead, but could not get her hand into Tomboy past her
knuckles.
Ignoring Tomboy's screams, Diana pushed as hard as she could against the
woman's cunt muscles but could not penetrate Tomboy any further. Diana
pulled
her fingers out the redhead's cunt and licked her whole hand, covering it
with
her saliva. Equipped with this makeshift lubricant, Diana's fingers again
penetrated the woman's cunt easily up to the knuckles. Then another mighty
push
and her hand disappeared into Tomboy's cunt up to the wrist. She was
inside
the
other woman! Her whole hand was engulfed in the redhead's warm,tight cunt!
"AAAHHHHHH!!!! OOOOOMMMPPHHH!! NNOOOOOO!!"
The General moved to stand in front of Tomboy. Opening his fly, he
jerked
the woman's head back with his other hand and held his erect cock in front
of
her tear stained face.
"Suck me, American! Do as I say or I will have the good Major rip
your
heart out. Do it now, whore!"
The redheaded pilot opened her mouth and allowed the General to
shove
his
cock into her oral cavity. The man's cock filled her small mouth, riding
over
her tongue to slam into her throat. That was humiliating but the least of
her
problems. She felt as if Diana's hand was tearing her apart. It was as if
she
were giving birth... to a fist. Tomboy was not a virgin; but she had never
had
anything as big or as painful inside her before. It was tearing her apart.
As Tomboy took his cock into her mouth, the Delta Force team was
approaching the headquarters building. Almost invisible in their black
uniforms
and using night vision goggles to find their way in the darkness, the 16
men
quickly surrounded the building. When they were in position, the team
leader
sent the GO message to the extraction force, letting them know that it was
time
to start the assault phase.
Ten kilometers away, the signal reached the commander of the
attached
attack helicopter battalion. He passed the GO signal on to his fifteen
aircraft
and then pressed his throttle, making the 9 ton Apache helicopter leap
forward
toward the Iraqi headquarters. On his left was his wingman; Two thousand
meters
to his right were the other three aircraft of "A" company. At intervals of
two
thousand meters behind him were the other two companies of his battalion.
Their
mission was simple: open a corridor five thousand meters wide to the
assault
team for the extraction helicopters. All they had to do was shoot their
way
through about 20 anti-aircraft guns and a battalion of tanks protecting
the
headquarters. Piece of cake, the lieutenant colonel thought; with the
thermal
sights on these things we can see them and they can't see us. Just as long
as
we don't hover above any assholes with an RPG, everyone goes home.
As the General fucked Tomboy's mouth, Diana began to experiment with
the
woman's cunt. At the General's command, she had began moving her hand back
and
forth inside Tomboy. Diana liked the feeling it gave her when she made the
other woman squirm and shudder by moving her hand. She enjoyed finally
seeing
someone else suffer. Her hand closed into a fist and began to move deeper
and
faster inside Tomboy's cunt. The anger and fear bottled up inside her was
channeling itself into the violence she was inflicting on Tomboy. Diana
pumped
her fist into the redhead even harder making the muscles in her forearm
bunched
and flex as she repeatedly sank her arm into Tomboy's brutalized vagina.
She
was fisting the woman in earnest now, twisting her hand inside Tomboy to
increase the pain as she tried to punch her way to the captive's cervix.
In
her
mind, she could see herself on that table instead of the redhead with
Yazeed
pumping his fist into her. In her mind she had become Yazeed. As she
punched
into Tomboy, Diana started chanting:
"CUNT... WHORE... SLUT... CUNT... BITCH.. SLUT... BITCH... WHORE..."
Tomboy tried to scream from the pain engulfing her; but with
Rashid's
penis filling the petite redhead's mouth, all that came out was a high
pitched
moan. The two enemies kept pumping into her, filling her cunt and mouth,
as
Tomboy lay between them with tears streaming down her face.
Diana was looking up at the General as he fucked Tomboy's face.
Suddenly,
three red splotches appeared on the man's chest. As Diana watched
dumbfounded,
the General stumbled backwards with an amazed look on his face. He hit and
then
slid down the wall and out of her sight, leaving a trail of blood on the
wall
behind him. Diana, her fist still buried inside Tomboy, froze motionless
in
fear. From behind her she heard a voice speaking in English -- American
Army
English.
"FUCK!! Hey, if you don't fuckin mind taking your fuckin arm out of
her
fuckin pussy, we'de like to get the fuck out of here!"
EPILOGUE: Major Diana Barker made it back to Sauda 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.
End -- Part 5 of 5