[Mad Gerald]

A New Beginning

by Soprano84

MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 25

Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

The content of this story is of sexual nature and does involve blackmail, and non-consensual sex.

ANYONE WHO MAY BE OFFENDED BY THIS STUFF PLEASE DO NOT READ. YOU WERE WARNED OK!

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental.

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IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 PLEASE DO NOT READ.

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This story is fantasy! (not real, Fantasy OK) and involves the gang rape of a woman. It is very nc. If you are under 18 or offended by such material please do not read.

FANTASY IS FANTASY! RAPE IS REAL AND HURTS PEOPLE AND DESTROYS LIVES KEEP THAT STRAIGHT IN YOUR HEAD!!

Copyright Mad Gerald 2015.

Our Brave Allies

Becky flinched as she heard the knife cut through the back of her bra and the pressure lessen as the elastic fell away. Two more slashes for the shoulder straps and Whalid pulled the remains of her bra out from under her shirt, throwing them away into the garbage.

Whalid put the knife away and regarded his prize eagerly. There were many very beautiful prisoner whores in the camp, and he’d had them all numerous times. But this a special one...young and untouched. He licked his lips in anticipation and reached out toward his captive.

Becky’s feet were still on the floor - Whalid hadn’t suspended her - and she attempted to kick at him when he drew near. He sidestepped the clumsy kick with more agility that one would think for a large man, and responded with a long series of slaps to the face, making Becky scream in pain with each strike. When he was done, she was breathing heavily and crying. He grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her face up to meet his. Merciless, hate-filled eyes bored into hers. He didn’t need to say a word to get his message across. He released her hair and her head fell forward.

Satisfied that the Asian slut before him knew the price for resisting him, he reached out and slowly, agonizingly unbuttoned her uniform top. In the coolness of the room (Whalid liked the air conditioning set on high...cold didn’t bother him, but it DID serve to make the room more comfortable in the middle of a hard days’ whore-fucking) her nipples stood out sightly, distending the material of her brown t-shirt. Whalid reached out his huge hands and engulfed her tits, squeezing tightly and rubbing his thumbs over the nipples to make them stand out all the way. Becky moaned in discomfort from the tight hold Whalid was putting in her mounds, and in disbelief at her body’s reaction to a rapist’s attentions; her nipples hardened almost painfully, and his rubbing sent a pleasurable sensation through her chest; she hadn’t even known her tits were sexually responsive.

Whalid grinned and released his prize’s breasts and pulled the t-shirt up to expose them. Even he, with his years of experience with American prisoner bitches, was amazed at what he saw. Two large, round and firm tits stood out before him, begging to be taken. Whalid was not one to refuse such an offer by Allah, and he dove for Becky’s right tit, swallowing half of it and sucking furiously on the nipple. With his right hand he pinched down violently on the left tit, and Becky screamed in pain, even as she received pleasure from the other side.

For long, long minutes Whalid ate each tit, licking, probing, and biting the nipples almost to the point of drawing blood, and sucking them as hard as he could. All the while the other tit received pain from his hands squeezing it so hard it seemed to Becky - through the haze of her agony and the screams of her torment - that the fleshy balloon would burst. He yanked the nipple viciously up and out for her body, pinching and rolling it, the switched attentions to the other sore breast. After nearly half an hour of solid abuse, Whalid gripped both nipples and pulled forward so hard he actually pulled his victim off her feet, and for a moment she was suspended, all her weight being born by her wrists and - more painfully - by her tortured nipples. Then Whalid released her and stepped back to admire his handiwork as she swung back and forth in her bonds..

Becky hung painfully limp in the restraints, tears falling to the floor as she sobbed in pain and abject misery. Her beautiful breasts were covered in red marks and lines from her assailant’s teeth and fingernails, and his saliva ran down her belly, mixing into her cunt hair.

But Whalid was not finished with her heaving chest. He grabbed a large riding crop, removed her gag, and proceeded to mercilessly whip his captive’s tits, as hard and varied as Roberta had gotten only a short time before. Again and again came the swissshhh-THWACK of leather against flesh, and again and again an 18 year old girl far from home and in the hands of a sadist cried out for deliverance from her pain, her cries and pleadings for mercy filling the room and only goading her tormenter further..

Whalid put the crop down and grabbed Becky’s sweat-soaked hair, forcing her to look at his hate-filled eyes. “Only beginning, American slut!” he growled and spat in her face, following it with a single slap that was so forceful it spun Becky halfway around. Whalid grabbed her fatigue pants and ripped them down in one mighty pull, ripped her panties unceremoniously from her, picked up he crop again and whipped her round ass. Becky didn’t know if she could cry out more, but Whalid made her. By the time he was done, Becky could no longer support herself after her the big man released her bonds, and she fell heavily to the floor to writhe in a little ball of agony.

Whalid grabbed a hank of hair again and dragged Becky over to the bed by it, only partially aided by the girl’s feet, kicking to gain some balance. He threw her to her knees against the foot of the mattress and tied her wrists over her head to a short post in the middle of the footboard, one that mimicked posts at all four corners of the bed. The posts could be adjusted in height from the height of a four-poster to just a few inches up from the floor. Then he sat in a chair opposite his toy and waited for her to regain her senses, calmly eating some fruit.

Becky sniffled and wept for about 10 minutes before she started pulling herself together. When she looked up and saw that man who’d been beating on her sitting calmly, his eyes drinking in every curve of her body, particularly between her legs at her now bare cunt, she shuddered, fearful of what he’d do next.

Whalid stood slowly and approached her. He stopped about two feet away and began to undress. His chest was powerfully built, his legs well-muscled from years of thrusting his hips in more rapes than even he could remember. Then he slowly – teasingly slowly - unzipped his pants and withdrew the fire hose that hung between his legs.

Becky’s eyes popped out of their sockets when she beheld the gigantic man-meat that swung in front of her eyes. After seeing the Commander rape Roberta’s ass, she knew what to expect, but there was no way that thing would fit in her. Yet, she knew that it WOULD fit...Whalid would see to that.

She saw Whalid grasp his cock in one hand and slowly stroke it, masturbating himself in her face. She closed her eyes and turned her head aside, only to fell a sudden, dull pain on her face. She looked up and saw Whalid standing close to her...so close his balls filled her vision. He swung his hips away from her, then suddenly snapped them forward, guiding his monster of a fuck pole into her face, bludgeoning her with it like it was a baseball bat. As this went on he began to get hard...and with his hardness came more pain.

After a while Whalid stopped hitting her and resumed his masturbation, slowly at first, forcing her to watch in terror as his hand made it’s way up and down the massive shaft, then faster as he used his free hand to fondle Becky’s abused tits, jacking off mere inches from her face. His face flushed and his breathing deepened, then he grabbed Becky’s hair and hauled her head back , twisting the hair to give more pain to her scalp, and as soon as her mouth opened in a new cry of pain, that same cry was muffled by the torrent of cum that shot from Whalid’s horse-cock and onto her face and down her throat. He pinched her nose shut and stuck his spewing prick in her mouth, forcing her to swallow a man’s load for the first time -- but certainly not the last.

He withdrew and watched as his fuck toy coughed and gagged on the sheer amount of sperm he’d shot into her young gullet...he hadn’t come that day and his balls had been heavy with cum, a perfect way to introduce her to the beginnings of the gallons of cum she would swallow before her time as a POW whore was done.

Enjoy MG