[Mad Gerald]

MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 22

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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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.

Our Brave Allies

As Sheri and Beate suffered, Diana hung limply between them, supported only by her bound arms and the pressure of the twins naked, sweat slick bodies against her own sweat covered nude body. Slowly, she began to revive only to find herself in the same situation as before. Still doubly impaled by the twin’s dildos, Diana’s mind was again flooded by conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure as her cunt and ass hole were once more stretched beyond endurance. Though the Jihadees could not even touch her with their cocks, their simultaneous, jackhammer like thrusts into the twins assholes relentlessly drove the two dildos in and out of Diana’s body, simultaneously stretching her cunt and ass far beyond anything she had previously experienced. Feelings of both pain and pleasure flooded through Diana’s mind as the two unyielding probes fought each other inside her. Something had to give. Since the dildos would not give, Diana’s body did. Slowly her body again opened itself up , somehow expanding to accommodate the twin invasion as best it could, until, to Diana’s intense disgust, she felt her body again becoming aroused. Her battered, exhausted body was betraying not only her, but Sheria and Beate as well. Tears streamed down Diana’s face now as she pressed her cheeks against Sheri’s. Tears of pain and humiliation, but also tears of sympathy for the agony she could feel Beate and Sheri enduring. Despite her own pain, her heart went out to them. She could taste the salt of Sheri’s tears on her lips. She could feel the warm, sweaty female bodies which surrounded her shake from the violence of the men‘s thrusts. She could hear Sheri’s and Beate‘s soft moans as the men plowed into their unresisting bodies. She was overwhelmed with feelings of guilt, blaming herself for their suffering just as she had blamed herself for the suffering of the others. But now, driven to the limits of her endurance, Diana finally accepted in her own mind that there was nothing she could do now to help them, any of them. Strangely, the thought of her own helplessness brought her immense relief. It lifted a burden from her shoulders. Suddenly the burden of command that had weighted so heavily on her since her capture had been lifted. Despite the pain surrounding her, she was almost giddy. She felt as one with Sheri and Beate. She felt now that she was sharing their suffering, their rape, their pain- not causing it. Suddenly, the pain that flowed from her ass and clit no longer seemed something that she should fear. Instead, Diana embraced it because it linked her with the other women‘s suffering. She let the pain wash away the guilt that had so overwhelmed her for so long. She felt somehow ... .. liberated.

Diana let herself go. She relaxed her body and let it move in response to the two plastic cocks that were moving so relentlessly in and out of her cruelly stretched ass hole and cunt, their movements powered by the men‘s angry cock thrust into Beate‘s and Sheri‘s equally abused ass holes. The other two women were barely conscious now. Their bodies hung limp, supported by their bonds. They no longer had any will of their own or any control over their own bodies. Now, their bodies simply moved in response to the continued thrusts of the men’s cocks. The two younger women’s bodies were like hand puppets, their movements totally controlled by the cocks buried deep inside them As a result, all of the considerable force of the men’s thrusts was transmitted directly through their now unresisting bodies into Diana’s cunt and ass hole. With each angry thrust, the twin dildos were driven painfully deep inside Diana while, at the same time, her tortured body was crushed between their overheated, sweat slick bodies. Diana’s clit had been scrapped raw by the metal studs on Sheri’s dildo. It was on fire. In addition, her ass and cunt were being painfully stretched as the two unyielding dildos were repeatedly crammed deep into her holes and then roughly pulled almost out, a maneuver which pulled her cunt and ass chute in opposite directions. Diana was relentlessly and against her will being driven to yet another forced climax. Unable to cope with the sensory overload being forced upon her, Diana’s mind was rapidly becoming more and more confused,. In its desperation to escape, it was retreating from the intolerable reality of her situation and turning instead back to her fantasy world where it was the twins making love just to her. Pain became pleasure and pleasure became pain. until Diana’s mind could not distinguish between the two. She hovered just on the edge of her climax, the need for that climax as painful to Diana as the sharp metal studs assaulting her raw clitoris. Just before the darkness overtook her, Diana finally reached her climax. As her body shook, she began to scream:

“ OOOHHEE...... YES.. FUCK ME .. FUCK ME HARDER.... BEATE.. SHERI....OHHEEE.. FUCK ME.. I’M COMING.. I’M COMING..... YES.. FUCK.. FUCK.. FUCK... OOOOHHHHH!


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The next day as Diana lay in her small cell, everything that happened after that second climax seemed unreal, like part of the bad dream. Her mind had recorded it, but it simply could not make sense of it. She remembered the rest of the evening as a confused series of still pictures that flashed one by one before her eyes. She could not even be sure of the order in which they were supposed to have occurred. One time, the images appeared to her in one order. Then, they appeared again but in a totally different sequence. Mixed in with these images were other images from earlier, from when she was on stage with Beate and Sheri. Images of their faces ran through her mind randomly mixed with images from later in the evening. One image was of Sheri’s face covered in tears, the pain she was suffering as she was sodomized by the Jihadee evident in every feature. Another image was that of Beate’s face just before she had climaxed from Diana’s dildo, that face almost radiant, her passion clear and raw in its intensity. Diana saw these images clearly, yet within a haze. Somehow, she also saw herself , or rather saw an image of herself as if through the eyes of a third party, mixed in with the other images seen through her own eyes.

Diana saw herself awaken after she passed out that second time. A man was slapping her face and calling out “ Wake Up, Whore!” When she opened her eyes, it was the face of the Commander which she saw above her. He held her up on her knees by one hand wrapped in her sweat matted brunette hair while he back handed her face until her ears rang. She remembered automatically trying to raise her hands to shield her face, only to find that her hands were now tied behind her back. Then she remembered how he bend lower until his face totally filled her field of vision. She remembered his spittle striking her face as he spoke. His face almost touched her’s, but his voice seemed to come from far away. The words were burned into her brain. They kept running through her mind, over and over, as the images flashed before her.

“ What a whore you are, Colonel Deans! What a shameless slut! How you enjoyed wallowing in the filth of your Western perversions! Shall I show you the tapes of you whoring yourself on stage or of you cumming again and again - you and those two other whores. They show clearly that you are nothing but a whore, a slut, a slave to the passions of your body. You are not a Commander, not an officer, not even a warrior. You are the infidel slave of the Brotherhood . And its Whore! That is the role God has given you. And that is how we shall use you! As a whore, to pleasure your enemies with your body and your shame! It is a role you should welcome, Whore. For as a whore, you will have no responsibilities, no duties. The pain you cause yourself and others by your senseless resistance would cease For unlike an officer, a whore does not cause pain for others, only pleasure. Embrace the fate a Merciful God has written for you, for it is a fitting one for a whore such as you!”


As those words again echoed through her mind, Diana saw an image of Beate and Sheri bend over a table, held down by two dark male bodies. She saw the males‘ bare buttocks moving, tightening and relaxing, the white female bodies under them moving in time to their thrusts. The Algerian twins were sodomizing her girls, taking their reward for the whipping they had inflicted on the twins. They were suffering because of her! More images of their suffering ran through her mind. She saw them grunting, their heads stretched back by a hand gripping their hair, their torsos bent backwards almost into a “U” shape, their trapped bodies shuddering from the force of the impact each time a cock slammed into their assed. She saw an image of Beate’s asshole, an open black “O” with white cum dripping out. Then she remembered the hand in her hair pushing her face into that open, black hole, and a voice commanding’ Clean her, whore!”. The smell and the heat as well as the bitter salty taste of that image were so real she felt as if she could still feel them against her face and on her tongue. She could clearly see herself kneeling there, her face buried between Beate’s ass cheeks, her head moving from side to side as she thrust her tongue deep inside that hot, humid passage.

Paired with that image was an identical image of Sheri‘s ravaged ass hole. An image of her raped asshole dripping man cum followed by the overpowering, bitter taste Diana found there. Then there were the two, dark skinned cocks dangling in front of her face, drops of cum still dripping out of the heads. Waiting for her to clean them of the cum and the shit with her tongue. After that, there was another even stronger image. She saw the Commander pick up a sodden piece of cloth that had fallen from inside Sheri’s fucked out cunt as she was being sodomized by one of the Algerian brothers. . It was, Diana saw, her own throng, the one which Wahlid had buried deep inside Sheri’s cunt when he raped her. She saw that wadded up, sodden throng, still dripping Wahlid’s cum, held up to her open mouth. Obediently, without even waiting for a command, Diana took the throng into her mouth and held it there, the strong taste of the cum from Sheri’s rapist filling her mouth. Wahlid’s bitter cum burned her taste buds like acid as the Commander positioned her over the table where Sheri and Beate had been taken.. She did not remember feeling any pain as he brutally sodomized her asshole, already open and lubricated with man cum form her earlier ass rapes. All she felt back there was the warmth and fullness of his cock filling the painful emptiness. What she remembered was the taste filing her mouth as he rode her. ass to his climax And the shame which washed over her as she actually climaxed from his cock in her asshole. In her mind’s eye she could see herself cum, see her back arching, and the excitement in her face as he buried his cock deep in her asshole.

Those images were followed by other’s which were more fragmented, more confused. Diana remembered being led into each of the bedrooms. There she saw the Jihadees, each with his chosen POW. She saw her own face being forced into other sodomized asses. And more commands to clean them. She remembered the taste, the heat, and the smell which overwhelmed her as she struggled to obeyed. She wasn’t even sure whose ass she ate, other than Beate’s and Sheri‘s. She remembered an image of blonde Allison’s smirking face looking down at her. No doubt her’s was one of the asses she ate, but it didn’t seem to matter any more to Diana. Even the thought of eating cum out of the ass hole of a woman she despised didn’t stir her to anger. She had been so stripped of her pride, that Diana no longer found such humiliations repulsive. Diana had watched herself embracing every humiliating task the Commander forced her to perform. It seemed to her tired, confused mind to be the appropriate penance for her failure. But what surprised her was the feeling of freedom that followed each degrading act. It was as if she felt a perverse satisfaction in her own humiliation.

On her knees, Diana watched woman after woman being raped or sodomized. She willingly cleaned each man’s cock afterwards. In one bedroom, she retained an especially vivid image of licking out the ass hole of one of the Jihadees as he brutally throat fucked the new red headed POW, Summer, his hands, wrapped tightly in her long red hair, to hold her head still as he brutally fucked her face. She watched as he approached his climax, then pulled his cock out of Summer’s throat and shot his thick, hot load of cum over her upturned face, covering it with a thick white mask of man cum. In an other image, Diana then saw herself licking that cum off Summer’s face. Like a cat, she licked up the thick cum with her tongue and then swallowed it, continuing until the other woman’s face was spotless and shiny with Diana’s salvia.

Diana’s remembrances were interrupted by the cell door swinging open with a crash. A guard stood there in the doorway, gesturing for her to stand. She obeyed automatically. He bound her arms and collared her. He led her to the showers. There she was allowed to wash the cum from her face, her body, and from her matted, cum-sticky hair. Once she was clean, she was rebound and taken to the Commander’s office. As soon as she stood in front of the commander’s imposing desk, Diana automatically assumed the position- kneeling, eyes downcast, back straight to thrust forward her twin peaks, legs spread to reveal her vulnerable swollen sex, still red and throbbing with pain from the abuse of the previous night. She felt so tired, so weak. She knew that she simply could not fight him any longer. Diana’s mind urged her to give up and accept her fate. Her pride proved too weak to protest. Instead, it silently acquiesced in her surrender. As she knelt there, Diana felt resigned but relieved as well, as if a weight was being lifted off her shoulders.

The Commander was obviously in good spirits this morning as he said to her:

“ How nice to see you again, Whore, though I almost did not recognize you without the cum on your face. We have many things to do this morning, you and I. First, we shall watch the video tapes of your performance last night. That will provide the proof of my words about how unfit you- or any woman- is to be an officer. The tapes do not lie. They show you as you really are- a shameless whore and slut, one deserving of the severest punishment. They show you without the honor or power of will needed to be an officer even in your army of infidels. After you have most humbly acknowledged the truth of my words, I shall honor you by using you as the whore that you are. Then, I have another task for you, one particularly fitted to a shameless infidel whore such as yourself. You shall assist me as I introduce a new guard to his duties here. I understand that he is a particularly large man, one filed with more than his share of hatred for the infidel invaders. It will, I promise you, be a very busy day for you., Col...... No. You no longer have any right to be addressed by that title. What shall we call you now? Well, SLUT will do for now. And you will no longer need this either, slut!“ He said, pointing to the lieutenant colonel’s silver oak leaf which still pierced Diana’s nipple. As he unpinned it from her nipple and dropped it back into his desk drawer, the Commander continued,” You have no rank, no title now, slut. You are simply our whore! You exist only for our pleasure. You have no responsibilities, no duties, except to serve the Brotherhood with your body for the rest of your life.”

As he spoke those last words, Diana felt a small , involuntary twitch in her cunt, a twitch like she would have had if a lover’s hand had been lightly run over her bare sex. The Commander turned the monitor towards her and started the tape. As she watched herself stripping off her clothes and displaying her nearly nude body, Diana felt that twitch start to turn into a growing warmth that spread throughout her cunt.


THE END- for now

Enjoy MG