[Mad Gerald]

A New Beginning

by Soprano84

Sorry for the wait everyone Enjoy! MG

MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 28

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.

This story is intended for ADULTS only.
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 2014.

Our Brave Allies


Becky Nguyen felt Whalid’s huge, powerful hands engulf each ass cheek and fondle them. He squeezed one half globe hard –digging his fingertips into the flesh and receiving a pleasing pain-moan in response –while he gently stroked the other with a feather-light touch seemingly far too gentle for such a big man...then he reversed the order. He gave her several playful spanks –he’d hit her face much harder –then used his left hand to spread her ass to fully expose her back door. He gave thought to fingering her butt, but decided to get straight to the ramming the little slut deserved. He stood over her ass, positioning his pole, and guided it to her hole.

Becky’s body jerked when she felt the wet cock-head touch her, then as Whalid began to push in, she felt her asshole start to dilate; it felt like the was taking a shit backwards. Her ass felt full, and was getting fuller. Then it started to hurt –only a little at first, but increasing as her rear chute was stretched and invaded –and she cried out in pain...getting louder and more frantic as the penetration increased, all of which meant nothing to her assailant.

Whalid’s technique was brutally simple...instead of short jack-hammer thrusts to roughly force his way down Becky’s “Hershey Highway,” he simply kept exerting a constant, forceful pressure on his entry into her depths. After he got the head in he stopped pushing. He pulled back and pushed forward a fraction of an inch either way, an action designed not to penetrate or even truly fuck, but just to make sure the girl was aware she had a cock up her ass. Then he felt the whore relax just a little – she had been resisting and was probably tired –and he resumed his entry. Slowly, ever so slowly, Whalid pushed his monstrous horse-cock deeper into the ass of the tiny girl-child on her knees before him. Every ridge and scar made itself known to her as she felt her sphincter open around the ridge and close fractionally around the rest of the cock. She felt like someone was shoving a tree trunk up her backside, and the pain was increasing the deeper he went...surely he must be all the way in by now...but in truth, Whalid had only put 6 of his 12 inches into her. Becky Nguyen could do nothing more than kneel there and cry. Whalid’s response was to increase the pressure and slightly speed up his entry into her.

After what seemed like an eternity, Whalid had buried the Spear of Islam completely in Becky’s ass, his balls resting lightly against her pussy. True to his intent, the discomfort was moderate – there had been a number of painful cries from his fuck-toy as he’d stretched her rear passage, but for the most part she’d taken it well, and entry had been easy. Of course, in the future she would look back on this day as the most desirable way to get a dick in her ass; physical pain would be hers in the future. For this moment, however, Whalid simply crouched there, looming over a fine piece of Asian-American Army ass, and wiggled his hips slightly to get another whimper out of Becky.

Whalid’s hands gripped the tiny slut by the waist and he began to ass-rape her in earnest. He pulled back halfway and pushed in again...not fast or hard, but enough to let her know she was being fucked. Her head snapped up as a wave of pain washed through her and a new cry f anguish emerged from her gagged mouth. After a few of these short strokes he sped up to a comfortable, easy speed –not too fast, not too slow.

He pulled back almost all the way out, allowing the asshole to contract around the head of his cock, then pushed back in...not only did this give Becky a full stroke of 12 inches of rock-hard Arab cock, but there was the added sensation of her now-unvirgin asshole being stretched wide open again and again. She sobbed, cried, yelled in agony and begged him to stop as well as she could through the gag, but Whalid ignored her desperate pleas and continued to speed up his thrusts. Eventually he tired of the “nice” game and decided to begin the serious task of ripping the petite whore’s asshole apart.

He drove all the way in and held his hips still, then reached forward to haul her head up by the hair with his left hand. With the other he reached under her torso to pinch a nipple, then up to remove her gag letting it hang obscenely from her throat. He pushed the hank of hair forward, turning her head and forcing her to look at him. He saw total humiliation in her eyes. Pain was there also, of course, and a satisfying look of terror. As he snaked his right hand up under and around her shoulders –flexing his fingers to get a better grip –he heard Becky breathe

“Please....please no more...please don’t huraaAAAAAAAAIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!” Becky’s sudden, vibrant, anguished exclamation came as Whalid pulled his cock slowly back and then rammed it forward with all his might, pulling her back by the shoulders to add a little more force to the rape.

Now all pretense of “gentle” treatment vanished as Whalid released her hair and grabbed the other shoulder, continuing to roughly pull Becky back onto his cock even as it tore through her ass. Fresh tears flowed copiously down her face and her sobbing reached an all time high in intensity, her high-pitched screams of agony echoing off the walls as she truly experienced the power of Whalid’s massive cock. Again and again the larger man withdrew his fleshy weapon almost all the way out of the small girl’s abused ass, only to immediately and forcefully ram it up her back door, each thrust meant to give pain to the Brotherhood’s Asian slave, the better to prepare her for the rest of her life...a life spent sucking cock, eating pussy, getting fucked in the ass, pussy and throat, swallowing load after load of man cum...and a life of torture and agony spent amongst men who cared not for Becky Nguyen as a person, but only as a toy to rape, abuse, and humiliate.

Whalid stopped his fucking for a moment to listen to her cries and attempts to deny what was happening to her. He reached down to her ankles and undid the restraints, throwing Becky face down on the ground with Whalid still atop –and inside –her, his close to 250 lb weight compressing the smaller woman’s chest as they lay on the floor and making it difficult for her to breathe, which was the intent.

Now Whalid added a new wrinkle to the rape of this whore...he pulled his cock back and, when he rammed it forward, he also brought his full weight down on her back, getting not only a pain-filled cry in response, but also the “woulf!” as his body slammed down on hers and knocked the wind out of her. It was an equal guess which burned more at this point...Becky’s ass or her lungs, but it didn’t really matter...she was in agony either way.

Not wanting to break her ribs, Whalid rolled onto one side and continued to drive her Hershey Highway. Becky was staring to go numb at this point and only verbalized a little...that was until Whalid reached around with both hands and cruelly crushed both nipples even as he roared his release directly in Becky’s right ear and shot a third load of cum deep into her shit hole, his vocalization of release mixing with his battered whore’s own renewed, pain-filled screams.

Whalid’s pants of exertion mixed with Becky’s sobs of pain and humiliation. He leaned forward and obscenely licked the sweat from Becky’s neck. “Nice,” he murmured into her ear. “Good ass fuck..first of many.”

He suddenly ripped his cock out of her back passage; even soft it was large enough to cause pain, and Becky cried out at the sudden withdrawal. Whalid stood and examined the Spear. Contrary to popular belief, there was no shit on his massive shaft...unless the body was preparing to eliminate, there was usually no feces in the rectum, and the American slut was probably still in the throes of nervous constipation...she’d be ready to let loose a good shit log in a little while..

“No other fuck now,” he said, pulling her to her feet by her hair. “Clean now... rest...then more fuck!!!”

The broken, fear-laden look on Becky’s face was more than satisfying. He took her by the elbow and guided her –she stumbled a great deal due to her still-throbbing asshole and the sheer level of abuse she’d suffered – to the bathroom and it’s large, walk-in shower stall...most showers, however, did not have restraints built into the walls, floor, & ceiling. Whalid secured his Western toy to the ceiling and floor restraints, holding her in an upright spread eagle, and turned on the water. He could see cum dripping from her ass as he adjusted the temperature. The shower head was one of those removable and adjustable affairs and he took great pleasure in the freedom it gave to more easily clean parts of himself that a standard fixed shower head just couldn’t get to.

Over the sound of the water he heard the little whore whimpering. He’d put her through a great deal of torment –he couldn’t remember the last time he’d raped a new slut so much in one morning –and the day wasn’t even over yet.

He got himself wet and washed his thick mane of hair, then lathered up with a pleasing smelling body wash, covering his entire body with soapy foam. By this time Becky had finally stopped her incessant whimpering and now just stared at her rapist, her eyes pleading with him not to hurt her anymore..a hope that she knew was dashed even as she silently begged him for mercy.

Then her eyes were drawn to The Spear –that massive cock-log that had so recently been deep in her ass –as Whalid soaped it up and cleaned it in full view of her, slowly masturbating it to awesome, ridged hardness again even as he washed her ass juice and his cum off. She tried to look away.

“Look!” Whalid barked, followed up by a hard slap to the face

“Look at cock that fuck you!” Hesitantly, Becky turned her head down to find Whalid’s freshly cleaned cock, erect and pointing lewdly at her own crotch. She raised her head...Whalid’s face filled her entire field of vision and he looked at her hungrily.

“This only first day,” he said with dread finality. “Have you whole week.” Becky closed her eyes and shuddered. Whalid cupped her left tit and squeezed hard, digging his thick fingers into her tender tit meat. “Rest of life, you suck cock, get beat, fuck me, Commander, other Brothers, lick other whore pussy, get whip...you no more American soldier-cunt...you Brotherhood fuck-slave bitch!”

“Wyyyyyyyy?” Becky managed to moan through the gag...Whalid pinched the nipple hard. “WyyyyaaAAAAHHHHHH!”

“Because can,” came the simple reply. Whalid released her breast and stepped back, looking over her body appraisingly.

“You dirty,” he said matter-of-factly. “Sweaty...man cum all over...Whalid clean Becky-slut, then eat before more fuck...maybe whip instead...not make up mind yet.”
Becky was shocked to hear Whalid use her name in any regard, but more shocked at the casual brutality he’d just mentioned, as if he was only deciding on what movie to watch or where to go to dinner.

He took the shower head and sprayed the liquid stream all over Becky’s abused body. He replaced the unit and grabbed the body wash, spreading it all over his captive’s young body, cleaning every inch of her thoroughly. He spent considerable time washing her ample and delectable tits, making the nipples stand out pleasingly and fondling them long after the soap had done its job. They were firm, filled the hand and mouth nicely, and bounced most appealingly when slapped...which he did to each one them before stepping behind her. He got a loud cry of pain out of her when he soaped her asshole; the recent brutal pounding he’d given her had made the tender sphincter sore and raw, and the soap stung.

He got a big load of lather on one hand and stuck it between her tanned legs, rubbing her clit with a meaty finger, but not penetrating. Becky’s eyes closed in fearful pleasure as Whalid masturbated her, bringing her to the brink of climax, than stopping suddenly, leaving her chest heaving prettily. She stood up straight and screamed in shock when the water hit her – turned all the way cold -- harshly rinsing the soap from her body. Whalid shampooed her hair from behind her, stopping frequently to squeeze and pinch her tits.

When he was done, she was completely clean physically, but emotionally still felt covered in filth and cum.

Whalid stepped in front of her and looked at her appraisingly, then leaned forward and engulfed her right tit in his mouth, his tongue licking and probing the flesh-globe as his returned to his masturbation of her. Becky started hyperventilating and the twin pleasure sensations from her tit and cunt threatened to overwhelm her.

His tongue left her breast and traveled up her chest to her throat, exposed when Whalid pulled her head back by the hair. Again, waves of pleasure washed through her...her pussy felt like it was going to explode, and Whalid had just found a very sensitive spot at the junction of her neck and shoulders, licking like a madman. She tried to hold it in, but had no chance. She came with great force, screaming in release through her gag so loudly within the confines of the shower stall that it momentarily deafened Whalid.

And yet he didn’t stop. He continued to play with his toy’s swollen clit with one hand, while the other released her hair and made it’s way to her ass, finally entering her with one fat finger. She bucked and writhed, trying to break the contact, but no captive American slut could ever escape Whalid’s attentions, and all her movements did was to inflame the Arab more...he jammed a second finger up her ass deeply, finger fucking her back door as frenetically as he could, mirroring the speed and ferocity of the pussy stroking his other hand was doing, and licking the sensitive portions of her body like a mad obsessed. The continual stimulation quickly brought a 2nd shuddering orgasm to the young girl, and when her quaking was completed, her assailant withdrew and washed his hands, leaving her to swing from the wrist cuffs, breathing and sobbing heavily, far, far too weak to support herself.

Whalid toweled her off and returned her to main room, cuffing her hands behind her back and throwing her on the bed, where she lay unmoving, trying to deal with the last vestiges of agony/pleasure in her body.

A knock at the door got his attention, and he reluctantly left the battered POW to answer it.

“Greeting, Brother,” said the man at the door.

“The Commander wishes your presence to help rape three new prisoners. He is aware you are busy with the one you have now, but he has need of your special gifts.”

“Give me a moment,” Whalid said, slightly miffed that he was being taken away from such prime pussy as Pvt. Nguyen, but tempered by the knowledge that he would have even more women to abuse.

He undid Becky’s cuffs and redid them with her hands under her knees, leaving the gag out, and tying the flag leash around her neck and to the bedframe. She wasn’t going anywhere.

“I go...back later...more fuck you.”

The door closed and Private Becky Nguyen, late of the United States Army, but now only a fuck slave to those who were her enemy, broke down and cried like a baby.

To be continued..

Enjoy MG