[Mad Gerald]

MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 18

Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

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

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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.

Our Brave Allies

Diana stood silently on the stage halfway between Sheri and Beate as the Commander greeted the four Jihadees in Arabic and made his formal offer of hospitality. Though she felt ashamed to meet their eyes, Diana tried to let them know that everything would be alright with reassuring glances, even though Diana was far from sure in her heart that such would be the case. The twins replied with sympathetic looks and , in Beate’s case, a silently mouthed “its OK”. Despite her embarrassment and her sympathy for the two Captains, Diana could not keep her eyes off their exposed bodies. Knowing that in a short time she would be making love to both the younger women whether she wished it or not, Diana began to think of Beate and Sheri in a different way, or perhaps began to think openly of desires she had previously suppressed. Diana tried to rationalize this desire by telling herself that she would comfort them, that it was better that she made love to them rather than to see them raped and tortured by Hassan. But Diana could not deny to herself the physical excitement she felt at the prospect of making love to Beate and Sheri..

. Beate had been tied with her back to the pole. Her arms had been tied high above her head. This pulled back Beate’s class “A” blue jacket to fully expose her large breast cones, cones topped by perfect little finger size, red nipples. Below her exposed breasts were two loops of rope encircling both her stomach and the brass pole. Below the rough hemp rope, framed by a pale blue garter belt holding up dark blue nylon stockings Beate smooth shaven vagina was clearly visible to Diana, its pale red inner lips exposed to Diana’s stare. Beate’s feet, clad in black, “ fuck-me” high heels. were spread shoulder width apart by a metal bar secured at her ankles. Ashamed of the feeling that were filling her mind but unable to get them out of her mind, Diana had to struggle to tear her eyes away from Beate’s nude body. But when she did so, her eyes were instantly drawn to the equally inviting nude body of Beate’s blonde Twin- Sheri.

Sheri had been tied in the metal frame set at the opposite end of the stage. Her hands and feet had been each been chained to a corner of the square frame, cruelly stretching Sheri into a painfully severe standing spread eagle. She was identically and erotically clad in an open Air Force class “A” jacket worn over blue garter belt and nylons. with black high heels. It was clear to Diana that Sheri was clearly in pain, her body stretched and held in the corners of the square metal frame by the chains securing her feet and hands. The chains held Sheri fast in the center of their steel web, painfully stretching her strong body almost beyond human endurance while at the same time the arch of her stretched body was thrusting her full, perfect breasts out so invitingly toward Diana. Diana could not help staring at those enticing breasts. Nor could she help wondering what they would feel like in her hands or noticing how the pale, sweat shiny skin of Sheri’s torso contrasted so vividly with her blood red, heavily lipsticked mouth and her red, erect nipples. The sight of Sheri’s obvious pain and of her lush nude body combined in its effect on Diana. She wanted so much to comfort Sheri, to take her into her arms and protect her. But, at the same time, she also wanted to lick the sweat from Sheri’s soft breasts and to taste those hard, blood red nipples. Sheri’s body was so lovely, so soft and so smooth, so warm- so unlike the hard, hairy male bodies of the Brothers that had raped her again and again. Diana was drawn irresistibly to Sheri even as she told herself that this was wrong, that what she was about to do would make Sheri hate and despise her. But, Diana knew that she would do it, both because she had to and because she wanted to. Diana licked her lips as she waited nervously for the Commander to signal to begin.

But the Commander was apparently in no hurry. Diana watched from her vantage point on the stage, which stood about three feet above the room’s floor, as he greeted each of the Jihadees. Diana was surprised at how young they all looked. They hardly seemed more than teenagers. But, as she knew from her experiences in the camp, the young ones were often the most cruel. The Commander led the four Jihadees to the three POW’s lined up waiting by the middle booth. He had each woman kneel before the grinning Jihadees, bow their heads, and speak their names. Revlon, Summer, and Allison. Then he led the four men to Sam. Though Diana could not understand his words, she could see him gesture first at the assortment of whips and crops hanging from the frame holding the big Marine Major and then at Sam‘s strong, smooth back. His invitation was clear. Next, the Commander led the men to the foot of the stage. He gestured at Sheri, at Diana , and then at Beate as he addressed a stream of Arabic at his guests. Then he snapped:

“ WHORES! Each of you will speak your first name. No ranks. First name only!”

Their responses were a telling indication of the emotional state of each woman, a strong, if resigned “Diana”, followed by a defiant “Beate”, and a low, pain filled “ Sheri”.

With the formalities out of the way, loud music began. It was all American music, a mishmash of pop tunes , some were old, some Diana assumed to be new since she had never heard them before. Diana took a deep breath and began to dance. She let her body go, imaging that she was dancing for Sheri and Beate rather than for the leering men. Three of the four Jihadees had settled into booths on one side of the room and were watching her. Two men occupied one both. The third man sat in a separate booth. Each man had a POW kneeling in front of them, the woman‘s leash in one hand or draped over his lap. The fourth man was standing behind Sam, looking over the collection of whips surrounding her bound form. He did not appear to be very interested in Diana. All his attention appeared to be centered on Sam‘s almost nude body. He walked slowly around her, running his hands over the big woman’s bare back and midriff as he progressed. . Diana watched the blindfolded Sam arch her back and hold her breath as the man stood in front of her, one of his fingers tracing lightly over her skin from belly button to the clasp of the bra resting in the deep cleavage between Sam’s breasts. Diana saw Sam shake her head “NO” as the slight young man, the top of whose head barely came up to Sam’s chin, grasp the bra in one hand and then with a single violent jerk ripped the flimsy black bra off Sam. He lifted one of her full, bare breasts in each of his hands. He just stood there, fascinated, weighing her heavy breasts in his hands, feasting his eyes upon Sam’s half nude form.

Diana turned away, trying to put Sam’s sad situation out of her mind so that she could concentrate on dancing. She knew that she had to be careful. She had seen the Commander there in the shadows watching her. Diana closed her eyes and tried to see the music. But what she saw in her mind’s eye was Sheri- nude, bound, and vulnerable. Diana reached down with one hand and unhooked the chain which - barely- held her mess jacket closed, allowing the jacket to swing open as she moved with the music. Now Diana’s full breasts were fully exposed, swaying freely as she danced across the stage. Brazenly, She face the booth with the two Jihadees , spread her legs and began to caress herself between her legs, a false smile fixed on her face. Then she turned and bent at the waist as she peeled the white thong panties down to her mid thigh, giving the watching men a good view of the slightly open “O” of her ass hole, the permanent result of her repeated anal rapes. Looking back at the men over her shoulder, Diana then pushed her thong down further until she could step out of it, leaving the shiny garment there on the stage floor. Feeling very self-conscious about performing like this in front of Sheri and Beate, Diana nevertheless did her best to arouse the watching men, moving her body like a whore in heat while at the same time taking care to keep the smile fixed on her face. Body moving, breasts swaying, Diana turned to face the men sitting in the booths. She saw that each of the three men had a POW kneeling like a pet dog between his spread legs. The women were facing out toward the stage, toward her. From her vantage point looking down on the three kneeling women, all Diana could see of Revlon and the redhead, Burke, was their hair hanging over their downcast faces as they knelt on the floor, apparently unwilling to watch Diana’s humiliation. That was not the case with the third woman, Lieutenant Commander Kennich. The blonde JAG officer was staring up at her, an expression of smug satisfaction on her face. She was obviously enjoying Diana’s humiliation. As Diana danced she saw one of the men grab Revlon’s long dark hair and use it to force her to watch as Diana invitingly stroked her own breasts and the vee of her open legs. Diana caught a glimpse of Revlon’s pale face against the darkness, an expression of disgust obvious on it. Suddenly ashamed, Diana turned away and began dancing in front of the Jihadee sitting alone. What she did not see from her vantage point was that each of the Jihadees had freed their erect cocks from their pants and were languidly stroking them as they watched her perform. As they did so, they rubbed the heads of their cocks against the POWs freshly washed hair, savoring the softness of the women’s hair against their cock heads as they stroked their hardness. Reassured by the knowledge that they would have plenty of time this night to savor the hot feel of these infidel women‘s mouths around their cocks, they were content for the moment to watch the fascinating spectacle of a Western infidel, a senior officer in their hated enemy‘s Air Force, shamelessly display herself before them.

As she danced, Diana glanced to her right toward the frame where Sam was bound. What she saw sent a chill through her. The muscular female Marine stood there helpless, bound in a standing spread eagle, a spotlight highlighting every inch of her half nude, sweat shiny body. The slight young Jihadee was pacing just outside the circle of light centered on Sam, walking around and around the taller, more muscular female like a hungry tiger circling its prey. In his right hand, he held a black riding crop. Blindfolded, Sam had no way of knowing when- or where- the next blow would fall. Her body remained rigid, every one of her massive muscle groups tensed and clearly visible under the harsh lights. Every step or two, the young man would pause and suddenly whirl and strike somewhere different on Sam’s nude torso with the leather crop. Sam’s muscular torso was already marked with overlapping stripes that blazed a vivid red against her pale skin. He appeared to Diana to be concentrating on Sam’s flat stomach, breasts, and back since the tiny thong was still in place over Sam’s shaven cunt, and her legs were unmarked. As Diana watched in horror, the young man suddenly whirled and struck at Sam’s left breast with his crop, burying its leather tip in the meaty flesh of her breast. As Sam’s head went back in a silent scream, Diana turned away, unwilling to watch any more.

Diana forced the smile back onto her lips and open her legs invitingly as she looked down at the Jihadees in the booths, her right hand creasing her breast as her left hand moved between her legs. As she ran her hands over her body, Diana caught sight of the Commander as he moved into the light and nodded his head toward Beate. Obediently if reluctantly, Diana swayed toward the young woman bound to the pole. Now was the moment she had been dreading. Diana feared the contempt, the loathing, that she was about to see from Beate, but she had no choice. She had to obey for their sake. Diana stopped inches in front of the bound female Captain and leaned toward her. Her heavy breasts brushed against Beate’s, sending an electric shock through Diana. She ran her hands inside Beate’s uniform jacket, feeling Beate’s skin warm against her palms. She leaned her cheek against Beate’s while still avoiding looking in the other woman‘s eyes. Beate’s scent - a heady mixture of the other woman’s sweat and perfume- enveloped Diana, making her feel a little light headed as she whispered into Beate’s ear.

“ I.. I’m sorry. I have to do this. I haven’t a choice. I have to do this, or they will do something terrible to us all. Please, relax and go along with me. I .. I won’t hurt you like they do.”

AS she pulled back, Diana caught a glimpse of the Commander watching her. Quickly Diana turned her face and planted and open mouthed kiss on the surprised Beate. Diana felt Beate stiffen as their tongues met. Then the younger woman’s body lost it rigidity. Her tongue met Diana’s, and the two tongues briefly dueled. As she broke the kiss with Beate, Diana heard cheering from the watching Jihadees. Diana blushed in embarrassment, but remembering the Commander’s words, realized that lesbianism was what they wanted to see and , thus, what the Commander demanded she deliver. Diana knew that to do otherwise, would be to court one of the Camp Commander’s rare, but terrible psychotic rages and all that meant in pain and suffering for herself and, more importantly, for the other women. Even though the knowledge that these terrible men were watching made this seem so .. so sordid, Diana nevertheless continued, dropping her head and capturing one of Beate’s exposed nipples in her mouth. Gently she pulled on the thick morsel with her teeth while her tongue batted it from side to side. At the same time, Diana’s hand moved down to the junction of Beate’s spread legs . Her fingers moved up the side of one warm thigh to Beate’s pussy. Gently, Diana began to run her fingers over Beate’s cunt lips as she sucked on the woman’s nipple. Even now, amidst the humiliating jeers and shouts of the men, Diana could not help but notice how soft. the other woman’s sex felt under her fingers. As Beate arched her back and moaned, Diana’s mouth moved from one nipple to the other as her fingers became bolder and began to thrust gently passed the soft wet cunt lips into Beate‘s cunt channel. Beate grunted softly and began to hump her cunt against Diana hand, trying to force Diana’s teasing fingers even deeper inside her. Diana’s mouth left her nipples as she raised her head to look Beate in the face. As Diana’s two fingers thrust deeper into Beate, the two women stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before their lips met again in a hard kiss. For Diana everything around them seemed to fade into the background as they kissed. The softness of Beate’s lips, the warm wetness of her mouth, the hot tongue dueling with her own was all she thought about. She could feel her own cunt growing wet as at the same time as her fingers felt the wetness begun to flow from Beate’s cunt.

Diana’s body seemed to move of its own violation as she straddled one of Beate’s legs and began to slide her clit up and down the soft, sweat slick flesh of Beate’s leg, moving in time with the pulsating music, her breasts pressed against Beate‘s firm, warm breasts. . Still finger fucking Beate, a woman who was her subordinate, Diana broke their kiss and held her face a few inches from Beate’s panting lips. Diana looked into the younger woman’s eyes , felt her breath on her cheeks, as she continued to hump her clitoris against Beate’s leg. Her voice low and husky , Diana whispered,

“ God, I’m sorry, Beate. I know this is wrong. But.. we have to do it. For Sheri! “

“ I’m not sorry , Ma’am. And you shouldn’t be. I want this. I.. I love you. Sheri and I both do!”

Diana was stunned by Beate’s words. After fearing that they would despise her for bending to the Commander’s will, Beate’s declaration was so unexpected that Diana could not respond to it . She could only stare, open mouthed in amazement, into Beate’s wide blue eyes before stammering a belated,

” I love both of you too. But I never wanted it to come out like ..”

“ Hush, Ma,am. I know. But there’s nothing we can do about it, is there. Let’s just take what we can while we can whether the bastards are watching or not! Forget about them; fuck me, make me cum.”

With a moan, Diana pressed her nude breasts hard against Beate’s . Her lips locked against the other woman’s and her tongue thrust deep within, feverishly dueling with Beate’s wet, snake like tongue. Diana thrust another finger into Beate’s open wet cunt and twisted her hand around so that the base of her thumb pressed against the other woman’s erect clitoris. Diana fucked Beate with her fingers, using them like a cock, thrusting and withdrawing. At the same time, Diana squeezed one of Beate’s well muscled legs between her own two legs, humping her own clit against the other woman’s smooth skin. The two of them ignored the watching Arabs, too intent on pleasuring each other to care about the obscene show they were putting on. Even Sheri was forgotten as the two of them fucked each other, their hot, sweaty bodies moving against each other, their cunts on fire.

If they had forgotten about the watchers, the Brothers had not forgotten about them. The men’s eyes were locked onto Diana and Beate. The other female POWs, their girl toys, knelt in the required position by their feet totally ignored. With one exception.. One Jihadee’s attention remained centered on the muscular, whip striped body of the big Marine Major. Ignoring the show Diana and Beate were putting on , he concentrated on whipping the bound body of the big female Marine Major. Her belly, back, buttocks, and thighs were already covered in overlapping red stripes by now. Only in two areas was the soft white skin left unmarked- Sam’s large breasts and her shaven cunt. While the others watched as Diana thrust her fingers deeper into Beate’s sloppy wet cunt, the young Jihadee shifted his aim. He drew back his arm and carefully aimed the tip of his crop at Sam’s left breast. Its end sank into he soft, sweaty flesh of her breasts with a loud “whamp!” , making Sam’s bound body arch as she pulled with all her considerable strength against the ropes holding her. Her scream of pain was loud enough to momentarily distract the other Jihadees, thought Diana and Beate were too absorbed in their lovemaking to notice.

Enjoy MG