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Default MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 3 Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 3

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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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 2014.

Chains of Command


The “orientation” of the new prisoner, a Major Burke, had taken less than an hour of the Commander‘s day, a new record in brutal efficiency (see “Welcome to Hell“) . That was a very short time frame, but he had found through experience that such a direct approach worked well with these arrogant Western women. It had, in this case at least, proven more than sufficient time to establish his dominance over the new captive- as well as to enjoy the use of the new woman’s relatively unused cunt. But if the feel of that tight cunt gripping his cock had taken the edge off his constant hard on, it had also wetted his appetite for confronting the delicious Colonel Dean. But in Deans’ case, he desired to accomplish more than just rape and humiliation. He was determined to break the stubborn female officer. He desired to see this arrogant female colonel even more debased, more crushed, than the red headed Major he had just initiated into the camp. And made into a woman as compliant as that whore, the woman he had used to crush Burke’s spirit, Sergeant Butrow. The image of the proud, resilient LTC Diana Deans on her knees, nude, head downcast, giving the same description of what this camp had done to her to a new female POW as the Butrow whore had just given to the newly captured Major Burke began to form in his mind. It was an appealing vision.

Idly he flicked the monitor controls to give him a view of the punishment cell containing Diana. He saw that she had her head up now, giving him a clear view of her face. It was, he thought, much too beautiful a face for one so obsessed with her duty. Though he knew the birth date on her dogtags indicated that she was 38 years old , both her face and her body gave lie to this. She was, in his mind, rivaled only by the twins in desirability. She was, he decided, ripe, not aged. She was ready to be harvested, to become the handmaiden of a believer such as himself just as God had intended these infidel whores to be. But, so far, he had to admit to himself that he had failed to break her to his will- to show her the falseness of her pride and arrogance. He had dominated her body repeatedly in rapes and torture, but her will still eluded him. The memory came back to him of the last session he had held with LTC Dean. He opened the drawer below the console and searched until he found the tape from that session. He slid it into the monitor and waited impatiently until her image appeared on the screen. And his own. He normally was careful not to film sessions where he as a identifiable as a participant, but in Diana Deans’ case, he was willing to make an exception.

Diana was, as always, nude. The whiteness of her nude form was relieved only by her wedge shaped mass of dark hair and the intense red of the two swollen nipples capping her prominent breasts.. Her strong feminine body was shaven, exposing Diana’s mature sex with its prominent pouting inner lips to view, making the bound women appear even more nude and vulnerable than she would have if she had been allowed to maintain her pubic hair. . He had had Diana tied in a standing spread eagle under the harsh lights of the interrogation room, her arms held shoulder length apart by the chain manacles hanging from the ceiling supports and her bare feet held in a similar position by a metal spreader bar secured to each ankle. The lack of sound on the tape did not bother him. He remembered each word that had passed between them down to the exact tone and inflection. Her arrogance had enraged him. Her insistence on using her military rank along with her frequent whining about the welfare of the other prisoners- as if they were here for their “welfare”- had always enraged him. But it was her last attempts to encourage other women to resist his will which most enraged him, angered him beyond the limits of what he would accept from any women, let alone an infidel POW who was nothing more than a slave under Islamic law. He had, he admitted, lost his temper, if with ample justification. As a result, he had taken her much further on this journey into pain than even he had meant. to go at that time. He watched the interrogation progress on the tape, savoring again the clear signs of the pain that was consuming her- the pain he had inflicted upon her. The beauty of her face gave her suffering a certain..... majesty. Though the tenants of the true religion forbid the depiction of human images, there was undeniably beauty in these pictures of Diana’s face, a beauty reflecting the torment within, the pain overwhelming her.

They had started out in an almost routine way. As he watched from in front of Diana, Whalid had used a long leather strap on Diana’s taunt round ass cheeks. At first Diana had been able to hold in her cries of pain and outrage. But after 7 or 8 blows from the strap, soft sounds began to escape from her tightly clinched lips. On the tape, he could see the tears began to trickle down Diana’s soft cheeks as well. After the beginning 12, he had instructed Whalid to pause. He asks her who she was, knowing the answer he would receive. He let her get only as far as “Lieutenant Col...” before his open hand slap cut her off. That was not the answer he wished to hear, and she knew it. They had been there many times before. It was the foolish woman’s soft response of “ BASTARD” to his casual , if powerful, slap which had ended his patience. And taken this interrogation to a new level, one he had not intended. This, he saw, had been a mistake on his part. He was an artist. His medium was pain. To use too much pain for his purpose was as grievous a mistake as to use too little. He vowed not to make that mistake again.

Instead of allowing the Brother to continue with Diana’s whipping, the Commander simply told him to take his pleasure from the woman right then. The huge, grinning Whalid knew exactly what he meant. He quickly freed his immense cock and stepped behind Diana’s tightly bound form. The Commander watched the tape as the grinning Whalid positioned his fire hose size cockhead at the puckered entrance to Diana’s asshole while he saw himself take the leather strap from Whalid’s hand and stand in front of Diana’s straining figure. He watched for a moment as the two fought a silent struggle- Diana fighting desperately in a vain attempt to hold her sphincter muscle shut as Whalid thrust his pile driver size cock against her tiny anal opening. As he watched, he saw himself double the strap over in his hand and swing the tip hard at one of Diana’s firm full breasts. It landed against Diana’s breast with a loud “smack” . The shock of the blow apparently distracted her for a second. That was just long enough to allow Whalid’s huge cock to force its way inside Diana.

The Commander watched transfixed as the women in the tape arched her back and let out a tremendous silent scream. He watched as he and the big hulking guard silently alternated their attacks on the helplessly bound female officer, one in front and one in back of her. the one slamming deeper and deeper into her ass with his cock while the other alternated between Diana’s large, bobbing breasts. He watched those twin breasts grow in color into bright, angry red pain globes as the leather strap flew between them, striking her again and again directly on her already swollen nipples. The tears streamed down Diana’s cheeks now. Her almost black hair flew around her face in a dark cloud as she wildly shook her head from side to side and silently screamed out the overwhelming pain that was now engulfing her. But no matter how she struggled, the pain only increased as did the agony so apparent in her face. And the pain he saw feed his hunger for more. The hot tightness of her ass drove Whalid on as well, on to more and more brutal thrusts into her depths.

The Commander smiled as he watched Whalid’s face in the tape. The man was incredible. A unique instrument, perfect for his function here in the camp. He gained pleasure by inflicting pain upon others- upon the women- but at the same time it was the infliction of pain upon himself, upon his cock which allowed him to achieve his own satisfaction. . It was hard to tell which of the two, the bound woman or the rutting man, was experiencing the greater pain. It was Whalid’s custom to torture his own cock in order to make it more sensitive as well as produce scar ridges on his cock to use as instruments of torture in themselves. Now the woman was doing that cock torture for him. As Diana’s well muscled body convulsed with each blow he landed on her sensitive breasts, her abdominal muscles were literally crushing Whalid’s cock like a steel vise. A lesser man would have been destroyed. Yet the pain drove him to even greater frenzies until he was thrusting so hard and fast into Diana’s open ass hole that he was lifting her an inch or two off the ground with each powerful stroke of his oversized cock.

He abandons his brutal beating of Diana’s red raw pain globes and discarded the leather strap. Instead he picked up a long cattle prod, an electrical device where a varying charge of high amp current is passed between two prongs at one end when a switch on the handle is pressed. Designed originally to be painful enough to control a raging 2,000 pound bull with a single jolt and yet leave no lasting marks, it was one of the Commander’s favorite instruments of torture. He set it to the maximum setting. He thrust the two pronged end against Diana’s already tortured left breast and pressed the button. On the tape Diana’s next scream was silent as well. But there, that night, it had been deafening.

Her entire body arched backwards onto Whalid’s impaling cock, burying that cock as deep inside her convulsing body as it was physically possible to go. To Diana’s tortured mind, it seemed as if her entire breast had been covered in molten steel. The pain filling her was incredible as hundreds of nerve endings simultaneously passed their message of pain directly into her brain, instantly overloading her mental capabilities. Diana could no longer reason or even think. Her mind was totally taken up by the pain. Without hesitation, the Commander then moved the prod to her right breast and repeated the process, sending another huge jolt of electricity coursing through Diana’s already red, raw breast.

As he watched the tape, he realized for the first time that she had not screamed that second time. He had been too deafened by the first scream to notice at the time. Diana’s body was unable to find the strength or the presence of mind necessary for a scream. It was as if she were frozen in time by the electricity coursing through her breasts. Her mouth remained open, her eyes were glazed; her strong, feminine body was moving up and down on Whalid’s buried cock, but by the force of his thrusts into her rather than by her own will. Wahlid’s face mirrored her’s in the raw pain they were both experiencing. His pain must have been intense, if not anywhere near the equal of Diana’s. But it only served to drive him into a more frenzied series of thrusts into Diana’s now slack body, plowing into her open asshole with all the force his powerful body could muster, making Diana‘s body jerk up and down like a hand puppet controlled by his cock. . As he raped her ass, the Commander used the cattle prod on Diana’s vulnerable breasts again and again, driving her deeper and deeper into a pain filled Hell. But it was a Hell that he feared would soon give her oblivion as their abuse exceeded what even her strong will and body could tolerate.

Then the Commander watched as on the tape he lowered the setting of the prod and began to use it on Diana’s soft, vulnerable exposed armpits. He was giving Diana time now to recover at least some of her facilities before he simply drove her into unconsciousness. That would have been... premature; he had not yet finished with his lesson in pain. What she felt now was not the raw, overwhelming pain she had experienced as he had shocked her, but it was, he knew from experience, a constant pain that perfectly complimented the brutal , invasive stretching she was receiving from that huge cock still sodomizing her. Her body began to recover a little. Though that only made the pain worse. This pain no doubt seemed to the exhausted and tortured Diana to be capable of continuing forever at this level. On the tape, the Commander could clearly see the fear in Diana’s beautiful face as the two men dominated her so brutally. The image on the tape was mesmerizing, Diana’s strong, intensely feminine mature body glistening in the harsh lights of the interrogation room from a coating of her own sweat as it moved seductively in response to his prod or to Whalid’s brutal thrusts into her asshole.

Seeing that she was slipping away again, was almost beyond the pain now, and fearing that Whalid could not last much longer, the Commander had regretfully realized that he had to end the session before Diana simply passed out from exhaustion. He knelt before the exhausted, sweat soaked, spread eagle form of the female POW and slowly inserted the end of the cattle prod into her cunt. There was little resistance; her sweat served well enough to lubrication the slick metal of the prod. He pushed it as deeply inside the struggling woman as he could- deep into Diana until the prods rested against her uterus.

Diana was double fucked, totally filled by Whalid’s immense cock in her ass and the cold hard steel shaft in her cunt. The pain was still a terrible living thing tearing at her, but it was less, almost .... tolerable now. She had endured worse before. No doubt, the Commander thought as he watched her body being battered by their twin assault, she was still telling herself that very thing, that she would not let this terrible man defeat her, that her girls needed her to be strong , and vowing that she would be strong for them. Well, he vowed, that would soon change.

At the same moment that Diana was vowing to endure, the Commander turned the switch back to maximum charge and pressed the button on the handle of the cattle prod. A jot of high amp electricity passed between the two poles at the end of the prod, traveling directly through her nerve system from Diana‘s uterus to her brain. But this time the electricity also reached , if in a considerably weaker degree , through the thin membrane separating Whalid‘s cock from the electric prod. He saw both Diana and Whalid convulsed together, locked together by the electricity, their bodies jerking wildly in unison. As Diana body went rigid, her mind was totally overwhelmed by the pain engulfing her. Pressed tightly against her sweat covered back. Whalid also went rigid as the pain hit his big cock. In response, he came- emptying itself of a pint or more of thick hot man cum in one long blast deep inside Diana‘s asshole. As he filled Diana’s ass chute with his hot cum, the feeling of his scalding hot cum filling her pushed Diana over the brink. Her mind reached a total overload and began shutting down, totally unable any longer to cope with the painful and humiliating sensations overwhelming her. The commander watched as her body slumped in her manacles, unconsciousness overtaking her. as the heat filing her bowels spread through her body.

The Commander sat thoughtfully staring at the monitor’s black screen for a long time. Slowly a smile came over his face. Loudly he called to the guard outside his door.

“Bring the whore from punishment cell 3 to me at once!”


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The Commander did not look up from the papers he was reading when the guard knocked on the door. He simply ordered “ Enter” and continued to read as the guard marched LTC Diana Deans into his office. He continued to pretend to read the papers before him for several moments before he leaned back in his chair and silently stared at the women standing before him.

He saw that she still bore herself proudly, despite her nudity, her fatigue from the sleepless night she had just spent suspended in the punishment cell, and her bonds. If she had been a man, he might have actually admired her. But since she was not a man, since she was obviously all woman, he had neither admiration nor pity for her. He stared at her nude body, at the fascinating mixture of strength and vulnerability she presented as she stood before him. Diana stood proudly if stiffly in the position he had prescribed for female POW’s reporting to him- legs spread shoulder width apart, hands held behind her back by the handcuffs, her head up. Her body was totally exposed to his eyes in this position, a physical manifestation of her vulnerability.

Struggling to mask that terrible feeling of her own vulnerability, Diana had set her full red lips in a neutral expression and had fixed her blue eyes on a point on the wall behind and above the sitting man, determined to put on a brave face to hide her fears from this man she hated - and feared- with all her soul. Behind her, the guard sloughed in a slovenly imitation of the position of attention, his right hand still holding one end of the rope encircling Diana’s neck.

The Commander ran his eyes over Diana’s nude body, taking in the rise and fall of her firm, mature breasts. He noted the erect condition of her thick red nipples with satisfaction before lowering his gaze to her shaven sex. Diana’s bare sex was clearly visible to him as she stood there legs parted. The inner lips of her sex protruded slightly, giving Diana that freshly fucked look. The soft red of her cunt lips contrasted vividly with the paleness of Diana’s bare skin. He noted with some amusement the faint traces of whitish material on the insides of Diana’s thigh- traces of a man’s cum So, he thought, she had been freshly fucked. At least one of the guards had taken advantage of Diana as she hung helpless in the punishment cell last night. He smiled briefly at the thought of the humiliation that crude rape must have caused the proud female officer.

“I see that you had a fruitful night.”

“Sir??”

“I see that a man used you . You fulfilled the purpose of your existence. “

“A guard raped me, if that is what you mean. “ Diana continued in a tired, cautious voice, wary of provoking another fit of rage like that she had endured two days ago, but determined to say what was in her mind. “But that is nothing new here. You and your men have raped us all, in violation of international law and all......”

“There is no law but Holy law. By that law you are slaves. It is God’s will that female slaves be used by their Masters. You are here to , in your words, be raped. The sooner you accept that, the ... less unpleasant your life will be. It is God‘s will.”

“I will never accept that I am a slave. I am an officer in the U. S. Air Force, a Lieutenant Colonel, and a prisoner of war, and I demand to be treated accordingly.”

To Diana’s surprise, the Camp Commander did not respond angrily to her words as he had so many times in the past. For some reason, this made her even more afraid than she would have been if he had reacted in anger. He was actually smiling as he replied.

“Your fantasies amuse me, whore. I wish to hear more about all these wonderful things which you THINK you are. But first, I shall have the Brother make you comfortable so that we can talk.”

The Commander spoke a few words in Arabic to the Guard. Before Diana realized what was happening, the Guard had taken her by her handcuffed wrists and bent her forward. Using his leverage, he frog marched her to the side of the Commander’s desk and bent her over it, her hips jammed hard against the desk, her face almost touching the papers on the top of his desk.

A second more and the loose end of the rope tied in a noose around her neck had been secured to a hook on the opposite side of the desk, forcing her to remain in her bent over position. As she tried to adjust to this, Diana felt her bare feet spread and tied to the legs of the heavy desk. In seconds, she was securely - and helplessly- bound over the Commander’s desk. She struggled against the ropes for a moment, but quickly found them quite unyielding. Then she heard the door close.

“Now, we are alone. We have plenty of time for a long talk. What shall we talk about? You perhaps?”

The voice was very close. She realized that he Commander was still sitting in his chair as he spoke. Her body shivered involuntarily as the man lightly ran his hand over her naked back as he spoke.

“Who are you? Or more correctly, WHAT are you? Are you the Brotherhood’s slave, its whore? Its cunt? Or are you Lieutenant Colonel Deans, infidel and officer, the giver of orders, the commander of men?

Diana remained silent, her eyes fixed on the desk a few inches from her face, unsure of what sort of game the man was playing with her. She was sure only that whatever her answer, she would be punished for it.

The Commander forced his hand between her hanging breasts and the desk top, capturing the thick, erect nipple of her right breast between his strong fingers. He began to crush that fat nipple as he spoke., cruelly digging his thumb nail into it as he squeezed it between thumb and forefinger. Pain shot through her as he crushed her swollen, sensitive nipple.

“Answer me! Which is it, are you whore....... or Colonel?”

Angrily Diana spat out “ Colonel! It’s Colonel. I am not anyone’s whore!”

“Indeed? “

With that the Commander got out of his chair and slowly walked around to stand behind Diana. He casually ran his hands over her strong, naked back and then down to her full hips and taunt buttocks. she heard the soft sound of a zipper being opened and then felt the warmth of his cock pushing against her shaven sex. He rubbed it against her cunt lips, lazily moving his erect cock up and down Diana’s bare cunt lips, rubbing himself against her sex

“Then , if you are not my whore, I cannot be doing this, can I?”

“I.. am .. Your .. Prisoner. I am tied up. You are...... raping me.”

The Commander slowly sank his cock deep into Diana well used cunt. Unprepared for his sudden penetration, her cunt tightly gripped his cock in an involuntary response. Diana struggled to eject his cock from her cunt. But his desire for her was too strong for Diana’s cunt muscles to deny. With a second and more powerful thrust, he sank his cock all the way into Diana’s exposed cunt, quickly burying himself up to his pubic hairs. Diana let out a cry of distress and tried to buck him off. He grabbed her by both hips and held himself against her as he savored the sensations produced by Dian’s struggles . His cock felt as if it were being crushed by the tight warmth of her cunt walls as it rode out the muscle spasms ripping through Diana’s cunt as she struggled against his penetration.. Only after the spasms had passed did he speak again.

‘This is the fate decreed for you. It is useless to fight against it You are the Brotherhood‘s slave and whore!!”

“NO! I WON’T ACCEPT THAT! I AM NOT YOUR WHORE!”

In response, the Commander slowly pulled his cock out of Diana’s cunt. It felt to Diana as if he were ripping her insides out as he withdrew. Then .. . she felt ..emptiness. Until she felt the head of his cock pushing against the tiny wrinkled oval of her sphincter, demanding entry. She felt him grip her butt cheeks with each hand and spread them as he pushed against her frantically clinching sphincter.

A cold sweat covered Diana’s body as she struggled with all her considerable strength to deny him entry to her ass chute. But she could not keep him out. Slowly, painfully, the head of his cock penetrated into her ass. He impaled Diana upon the living flesh of his cock . He used his own cock as a weapon against her, thrusting relentlessly into Diana’s ass as she lay on his desk, helpless to resist him. Brutally he forced his cock deep inside Dian’s ass, deep into the delicious heat of her churning guts. Then he paused, forcing himself to keep his cock still inside as Diana wiggled and grunted, trapped between him and the heavy desk.

“This is what you were meant to be. A whore. A woman is not capable of being a soldier, let alone an officer. War is no place for women. A woman cannot make the hard decisions that an officer must make. She- you- are too .. emotional. A woman like you can never be as hard as a man. This is what God intended you to be, a receptacle for a man‘s seed. Do not lie to me. I can feel your body respond to the power of my manhood”

The burning pain in her ass made Diana arch her back as she struggles to endure this new sodomy. Of all the things they did to her, the sodomy was the worst. Not the pain; she could endure that. It was the humiliation of being raped like this. In the ass. As she grunted and panted for breath, his words enraged her even further. In her anger, Diana blurted out her response.

“A woman is as good as any man. ahhmmmm.. Better than any rapist anyway. I was.. AM .. a good officer. I can make the hard ....decisions as well as .... any man. .”

Behind her the commander grunted and then smiled at her words. He began to thrust deeper into Diana’s ass, began to fuck her ass harder and harder. He bent over and placed his large hands on Dian’s strong, sweat covered back, bracing himself as he began to cruelly pound his hard cock into Diana’s impossibly tight, hot ass. Despite the number of times she had been taken in her ass, it was a struggle to penetrate her. Only after his cock was moving relentlessly deep in and out of Diana’s stretched asshole did he speak again.

“Indeed! Well, we shall see. A test of your words would amuse me. I shall test you on your ability to make a hard decision. If you are successful, I shall treat you as I would a male officer of your rank. If you are not successful, then you must accept that being the Brotherhood’s whore is indeed your true purpose on this earth. Yes, a test. I shall have you decide .......which of your women shall be punished today. And you shall also decide which of your women shall be given to the Brothers this day to service them. We shall see how well you make decisions.”

“UMMPHEE... AH...AH.. OH.... I won’t play your sick games, you .... BASTARD. “

He thrust his cock deep into her ass and held it there, motionless. Then he spoke again.

“Cannot make a difficult decision, Colonel? An officer must be able to decide which of his men he must sacrifice for the good of the unit. And that will be your task. To decide who will be sacrificed. For the good of the rest. Each time you refuse to make a decision, then, you condemn five of your women to suffer far greater pain. You will condemn them not just to the whip but to the electrical treatment and to the Brother you call “Crazy“ Hassan.. Ah, I see you recognize that name. Good. That is your choice. You name the one to suffer, or I shall name the five. I shall have no difficulty naming the five.

The question is... can you name the one. To be an officer is not easy. It requires a ... hardness that is not possible for a woman. I think that you will find it easier to be a whore. Because a whore doesn‘t have to make difficult decisions about who will suffer and who will not . A whore doesn‘t have to make any decisions. A whore only has to do those things which come naturally to a Western slut like yourself. In fact, Lieutenant Colonel Deans, I think that you will beg me to let you be a whore, my whore, before this test is over.“

With those words, the Commander began once again to brutally fuck Diana’s asshole, pounding into it again and again with al his strength, with pile-driver thrusts of his hard cock. Diana screamed in response to the power and suddenness of the renewed thrusts. The feelings of pain and humiliation again washed over her like waves over a beach. But those feelings were not all that she felt. Deep inside her, Diana began to realize the full implications of the Commander’s words. She had no choice. She must chose. The thought made her gut tighten in icy fear. As the Commander continued to plow into her ass, Diana gave voice to her agony.

“ OH GOD, NO!”

Enjoy MG

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