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Default MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 2 Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 2

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.

Another Day Begins


Methodically the camp Commander punched up the first six cells on the bank of monitors. Images of four women appeared on his screens. Two monitors showed only an empty room. One he knew he had assigned to the 4th floor the night before. The Commander frowned for a moment until he remembered that he had given instructions to put the fifth POW, Air Force LTC Dean, into the punishment cells last night. He smiled at the thought of her long night in that cramped cell. Lieutenant Colonel Diana Deans was, or rather liked to think that she was, his counterpart, the senior officer among the POWs in his camp.

He found her constant attempts to maintain military discipline and group solidarity among “her” women to be intolerable. The infidel women were slaves; they were no longer soldiers. Because of the brunette woman’s attempts to deny that fact, and because of her defiance of his orders that there would be no distinctions of rank among the prisoners, he had made Diana his own special project, one worthy of his efforts by virtue of her beauty and the strength, both physical and mental, which she had shown in resisting the re-education he was imposing upon the inmates of “his” camp.

He was determined to break this strong proud woman, to make her into the most properly submissive of his charges. It was becoming personal. Unable to resist the prospect of seeing his foe in pain, the Commander broke his usual routine to scan the punishment cells located deep in the sub-basement for her. He found her in the third of the tiny cells. To his regret, he could not see her face as Diana’s chin was resting on her chest, her thick dark, wedge shaped hair hanging forward to obscure her face. But he didn’t have to see her face to know the pain the mature beauty was feeling. From the tremors of her strong, nude body, he could see that she was in considerable discomfort. As he had instructed last night after she had defied him yet again, when the guards had stripped her and put her in the punishment cell they had tied her left foot and right arm together behind her back, then they had manacled her other hand above her head, forcing her onto her toes.

This left all of Diana’s weight resting on her extended right leg, assisted by what support she could muster from her from the hand secured in the manacles hanging from the ceiling of the narrow concrete room. Diana had spent the entire night in this condition, unable to sleep, forced to hang painfully from her left arm as her right leg periodically cramped and was unable to support her weight. For a few long seconds he watched with interest the sweat running down the white skin of the older woman’s back and sides, the glistening sweat clearly visible in the harsh light of the cell. The Commander had to force himself to return to his routine. He would leave her there a while longer before he sent his men for her. First he must do his duty. Then he would take his pleasure by breaking this overly arrogant woman.

He returned to the screens showing the five occupied cells. Four of the women was still lying on their bare mattress on their beds. The women all slept, or tried to sleep, in the nude because of the constant heat in their small rooms from the powerful light kept burning in the ceiling compound by the lack of ventilation. Even so, he could see that their nude bodies were shiny with their sweat and the bed cover dark from it. He was surprised to see that the fifth POW was not in her cell. Then he remembered. Last night he had ordered this women to be given to one of the brothers, a man who had been selected to carry out a suicide attack on the America infidels. He switched the monitor to show the fourth floor bedrooms. Yes, there they were. It was the Brotherhood’s policy that before embarking on such an enterprise, the brother ‘s resolve would be strengthened if he were shown the delights that awaited him in paradise , delights available only to those who die fighting in Jihad. For that purpose, the American women provide suitable, if unwilling, substitutes for the Houri’s of paradise. He had given this particular brother the red headed Navy Lieutenant, Paula something- an aide to an American Admiral before her capture if he remembered correctly. She was a favorite among the Jihadees for this purpose. Her exotic red hair color combined with the tomboyish appearance of her petite body never failed to arouse his men.

This brother must have been raping the boyish young redheaded Lieutenant since long before midnight, or for more than six hours His lust was fueled by the hashish he had consumed as part of the experience. The Commander watched as the tall dark brother stood towering over the smaller, pale skinned woman. Paula was on her knees, her arms handcuffed behind her back, as the tall man tightly gripped her red hair with both hands and slammed her head relentlessly up and down on his erect cock. When apparently satisfied that he was ready, the man pulled Paula to her feet and pushed her onto her knees on the bed, her face against the wall.

Without hesitation, he thrust his dark erect cock deep into the young redhead’s asshole. He penetrated her without difficulty, no doubt because he had already repeatedly used her ass as a fuck hole in this way for most of he night. Not that that helped the woman much. He could see her body being brutally buffered between the unyielding concrete of the wall and the iron hard flesh of the man’s cock as it plowed relentlessly in and out of her open asshole. The Commander could see the pain in Paula’s upturned face as he thrust into her ass; he saw her mouth open in a scream and heard the agony in her voice as the Brother’s cock invade her raw abused asshole for perhaps the four or fifth time.

While he could hear the sound of the woman’s pain, he took comfort in the fact that few others could. The thick steel over the windows plus the brick wall at street level and distance the building was set back from the street prevented any such tell tale sounds from escaping . And if some sounds did travel within the hospital, it was of no matter. All the patients and even the staff were members of the Brotherhood, sworn to loyalty. All were male: there were no weak and emotional women here to take pity on the American whores.

Smiling at that thought, the Commander switched the monitors to the other richly decorated bedrooms and checked on their inhabitants. He worked his way around the floor, noting which of the garishly furbished bedrooms were still occupied by sated Brothers sleeping the sleep of total exhausted empty and which had been vacated.. He looked for the other two women who had been detailed the night before to dance and perform for the 3 suicide bombers, finding them eventually in the shower room on the top floor, cleaning up after their long night of servicing the Brotherhood’s young zealots in every hole of their body.

He lingered for a moment on the twin monitors which showed the shower room and latrine. The two women were showering, watched by a half dozen of his jeering guards. The Commander made a mental note to correct this. While he encourage guards to humiliate their female prisoners in every way possible to include watching them as they showered or used the toilet - all part of his program to break their spirits- he found this many watchers to be a breach of security. There were too many guards away from their posts. Three of the six , he decided, would lose their nightly privilege to use the designated ten POWs he set aside each night to sexually service his guard force as well as the doctors and hospital administrator.

He had warned them about this before. However, even if they were defying him, he could not fault the guards’ choice of women. He too found both the women to be stunning examples of female beauty as they washed themselves under the thin spray of water. Even if they were infidel whores. These two were totally unlike the few women he had Known in the Islamic world. He had, of course, seen such women during his short and unhappy time in America, but he had neither the reason nor to be truthful the courage to approach those women. Now he had total power over many such women. The thought made his cock harden.

Nearest the first monitor was as tall and almost as strong as the men watching her, though no one could not have told that if she had been clothed. Her body did not show the bulk of a man; her body was tall and gracefully slender if obviously strong. That along with the beauty of her face and the presence of her waist length dark hair gave her a totally feminine appearance. It also made her seem all the more vulnerable for that femininity.

Especially with that hint of her fears there, clearly visible in her eyes as she tried not to look at the men surrounding her. She invited rather than challenged the dominance of a man’s cock. She was, if his memory served, a Navy Lieutenant. he remembered. A pilot like those who had killed so many of his fellow Islamic fighters. Men, and especially women like this one, who had killed like cowards from a distance, without facing their enemies.

He held a special hatred for these pilots. The other woman was a tall blonde woman with not quite shoulder length straight hair. She was, he remembered, a Navy Commander, Commander Kennich, one of their accused lawyers. More mature than the pilot beside her, the blonde woman nevertheless shared a similar image of vulnerability. These two shared a strength of body and spirit, yet each presented a unique challenge in breaking their spirits. It would have be interesting to see them as they were last night, as they danced like the shameless whores that they were , the three navy officers wearing fishnet stockings and their dress uniform blouses- open to show their breasts. And quite easily done. The Commander made a mental note to review the video tapes from last night when he had a moment.

From the shower he switched to the third floor, the floor occupied by the guard force. He briefly scanned each room, concerned only that the men on duty were not still lingering in their rooms and that the women they had taken out the previous evening had been returned to their cells in time for the start of the daily routine. One he noted had not. He noted the name of the room’s occupant for disciplinary action on his part.

The Commander paid little attention to the bruised, sobbing woman lying face down on the man’s bed, the cum still leaking out of her open asshole. Last night’s whore!

Having completed his survey of the top three floors, the Commander switched his monitors to show the four interrogation rooms in the basement where he was located. Room number 1 was occupied by five of his men and two female POWs. He instantly recognized the two, both Air Force Captains, both pilots. They had been captured together and had remained together for their entire captivity. Whatever their relationship had been before, when they came to him they were as close as sisters- or, perhaps, even closer, perhaps as close as only lovers can be. He had seen the opportunity this relationship offered and taken advantage of it.

Uniquely among the prisoners these two shared everything including the same room and even the same narrow bed. And if they had not been lovers before, they were now. He had given them no choice in that. They had first shared a gang rape, raped as a pair by the brothers, side by side. Then, afterwards the two female Captains were forced to suck the cum out of each other’s raped cunts and assholes and to lick each other’s face clean of the dried cum the men shot all over their faces , all for the Amusement of their captors.

They also shared the same punishments, the same pain. An infraction, a failing by one, meant punishment for both. The Commander smiled to himself at the cleverness of his plan. While each was brave- or prideful- enough to be willing to defy him, neither was willing to see her companion punished for her acts of defiance. This guaranteed their submission. It had in fact required some effort to find cause for this punishment. But find cause he had. The two women had been hung in manacles from the ceiling supports. They had been placed face to face, their nude breasts pressing against each other, their cheeks touching as they rested their heads against each other.

Each women’s feet had been tied to the opposite foot of her companion, pressing their lower bodies as closely together as their breasts and faces. They were a pleasing combination of contrast and similarity. Looking at their bodies they could have been sister. Each was about the same height, say 146 cm in height. According to their dog tags they were the same age, 27 years old. Both bodies were slender but strong with full breasts and flat stomachs along with gym toned arms and legs.

Even their faces were similar in that both had full lips and deep blue eyes. But there the similarity ended. One was dark haired, her not quite shoulder length hair a deep reddish brown the Commandant had rarely seen before. Her companion was very blonde; her hair had been cut fashionably short to frame what would have in better times have been a face that no doubt always wore a smile.

A woman eager to please and not, perhaps, too sure of herself. The dark haired Captain ‘s face was , if possible, more attractive with its line of what these Americans called freckles across her high cheek bones. But it was also quite different from the Blonde’s in that the face reflected the dark woman’s greater strength of will. She was the strong one of the pair. But her feelings for her blonde companion made her the most vulnerable one of the pair since she was trying to be strong for two.

By the stripes on both women’s backs and buttocks, he saw that the whipping he had ordered had already been completed. The men who had administered the whipping were now taking their reward. This was another custom he had begin. Sodomy always followed the whip. Two of his men were buried deep in the two women’s asses, the men’s thrusts alternately forcing the two women’s sweat soaked nude bodies closer together and then pulling them apart.

The commander watched transfixed as the two men raped the bound female POWs , his hand moving to unzip the fly of his pants and extract his hardening cock. He stared intently at the screen as he began to stroke his cock in time with the two men sodomizing the two female pilots while a third man grabbed a handful of blonde and amber hair and held their tear streaked faces together, forcing the two women to kiss as the other men sodomized them. He began to stroke himself as he stared at the images on the screen. Perhaps, he thought as he watched this unfold, duty could wait for a few moments.

Or could it? Wasn’t there a new prisoner who was suppose to arrive today?


Reluctantly, he continued on with his virtual inspection of the camp. He switched the monitor to the sub-basement. Rapidly he scanned the punishment cells and the dreaded pit. Then he shifted his attention to the millstone at he other end of the sub-basement. Normally he had the women exercised at the millstone in fours since it took a tremendous effort to put the heavy millstone into motion and keep it going throughout the normal 4 hour exercise period. But he did make the occasional exception to that rule. He watched as the guards finished manacling the hands of two women to a pair of the wooden bars. With a crack of his whip clearly audible in his monitor, the guard set the two women to work.

Their nude bodies strained to overcome inertia and make the huge millstone move. Desperately their bare feet dug into the dirt and the back and arm muscles of their strong bodies move under their smooth skin as they struggled against the weight. The two women were well matched in their size and muscular development with each presenting a fascinating combination of strength and femininity, of hard muscles and soft breasts.

Both were members of the famous America Marines.- one a short haired Caucasian major in her early thirties , the other an equally short haired Black staff sergeant in her late twenties. The contrast of their skins fascinated him. Already their bodies were covered in sweat , making each of their muscular bodies glisten in the hot, strong lights of the sub-basement. The Major’s body gleamed a pale white relieved only by the deep red of her twin nipples ; the Black woman ‘s skin shown as a deep shiny wet chocolate. He watched with interest as their bodies strained to move the heavy stone, their muscles becoming increasingly pumped as they warmed to their task.

Mentally, the Commander made a note to have the two women brought to him when they had finished their time at the millstone.. It would be interesting to see their pumped, sweat soaked bodies up close then as the two proud women knelt side by side at his feet.

However, he had other duties which required his attention right now. Reluctantly, he left the monitor panel and stood up to return to his office.

Enjoy MG

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