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Old 12-30-2013, 11:32 AM   #81
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Great writing, Mad One. I've been reading your stories for several years. You are the best. Happy New Year...and keep writing
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How about these two pics, the first some regular police / security looking to fall into harm's way, the second a resistance fighter that may have taken on more than she bargained for!! Happy New Year all!!
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Thanks Analfury1 for your support and good wishes matey happy new year to you too.
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Over 60,000 views Thank you people I really appreciate all those who have enjoyed my posts - I hope you Came! Hey some of you people have got to be female - let me know what you liked about the stories - ENJOY every one Oh who would like GI JANE posted here?
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The pained open mouthed expression changed to a look of disgust on her face telling them all outside that he'd cum. He pulled out moments later and pulled her pants back up into her crease. He dragged her skirt back down and pulled her up off the desk. He pushed her down on to the seat. He stood in front of her putting his cock away. She glared at him in hatred. He pulled her arms behind her back and cuffed her to the chair back. "Now don't go anywhere, someone else is sure to find a use for you !" he laughed and left the room. she was left there sobbing sat on her smarting ass his cum slowly dribbling out to pool in her panties.
In the cell across the corridor Sgt John Peters was interrogating the fat Sergeant.
Flt Lt Miles paced in another cell, desperate for a cigarette.

End of part one.

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This is really a habit which makes a man desperate to take it. They know about the side effect but still they are taking this. Because they have no control in their mind. We have to create awareness for them to quite cigarette smoking.
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interesting bollocks? now could someone answer my question MG
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13 and 15 for me. I like arse up pictures and 13 looks credible. I like the uniform still on the top contrasting with her defenceless big, bare arse. 15 is so meaningful - an action picture which gives you a clear idea of what happens next - and the desert/arab context is clear.
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I really love these stories. I wonder if anyone could help me? Many years ago the UK-based magazine "Mayfair", which, before Paul Raymond took it over and ruined it, ran high-class subtle rather than explicit porn and sometimes featured rape in pictures (not stories or photos) used to have a full-page picture feature called "The Modern Ms", a high-qualitycolour picture lovingly drawn plus a little text. In one issue the text ran: "I don't know what it is about women in uniform, but they really get me going. Remember when that lovely little copper slipped at the demo and we were looking right up her skirt? Talk about a fair cop!" (conversation overheard in a pub in Leicester).

The picture was gorgeous. A plump, blonde English policewoman was on the ground, a look of wide-eyed horror on her face as she stared at something we couldn't see. By her plump arse was a screwed-up lager can. Her chequered hat was stil on, but awry. Her nice crisp white shirt had been ripped open and her bra torn off so one big tit was sticking out. Her pretty hands were planted on the ground to steady her. One leg was flat on the ground but the other was raised, knee well up, as if she'd just been trying to get up. The result of this was to give us a view up her tight, rucked-up skirt. She was wearing black stockings and suspenders. There was a big hole in the stocking on her raised leg. Her panties were white and you could see the enticing little crease of her cunt in them.

You were left with no doubt that she was about to get well and truly raped by some triumphant yobs.

Now unfortunately I lost that mag in a house move and while I've been able to find some old Mayfair material on-line, especially the "Carrie" series in which she often got raped, I've never been able to find that picture! Anyone who could point me to it would be a hero (or heroine). Failing that, amybe someone would like to try to reproduce it!
Hi Ambush Predator, can you tell me where I can find the Carrie comic strip material on-line? Cheers
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www.carriestrip.com and it's called Carrie's Den. Carrie and the Valentine card and Carrie and the plane crash in the jungle are examples of what I have in mind.
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Sorry - forgot about not posting links. If this has to be removed, can the title Carrie's Den be left?
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Hi Folks,

I'm a big fan of Mad Gerald's work here and my favourite story of all was "British Army Captain's Language barrier ordeal". So with his permission I started writing a sequel to it. After a year of being distracted I've finally finished writing part 1. No sex in it yet, but I'll be interested in hearing what you guys think.

Anyway, here goes, my first bit of writing posted here...

Army Captain's Language barrier ordeal Part 2


Story by Richie

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!!


I left the UN soon after the incident with Captain Jill Sheldon. Things weren’t the same after that. For weeks I kept expecting her to turn up to confront me about what happened, I even thought she might accuse me of raping her, or at least ask me about who the men had been, but there was no sign. Luckily with the UN on my CV I had no trouble getting work and I was soon teaching English in a language school earning a decent salary.

Even after five years, there was something about that poor army officer that I couldn’t get out of my mind. I was so conflicted, it had been mostly her doing, I knew that. She was the one that wouldn’t leave the men alone, wouldn’t take my warnings, had insisted on making the men angry.

But I had led her down the alley way, I could have given her a warning, although what would we have done? Run? No they’d have shot us both down, she probably wouldn’t have run anyway. She was too defiant, she had probably thought she was invincible. Dammit, I even took two pistol beatings for her.

My guilt probably came from me getting turned on by watching her being fucked that way by those men. She was a stunning woman, big, strong and with huge breasts and butt. Sure, she was a stubborn woman, but she still hadn’t deserved what happened to her. She certainly didn’t deserve me fucking her the way I did. But they really had made me do it, that is what I kept reminding myself. They made me do it at gun point, and it had been one of the most erotic moments of my life.

“There you are!!” she yelled from the back of my class room shattering the silence. All the heads of my class turned round to see Captain Jill Sheldon in all her glory standing in her smart unifom at the back of my classroom. “Everyone in here leave now… I want to talk to him.” She yelled pointing at me. “class is over. You! Tell them to leave,” she demanded. I noticed she still thought she could communicate by shouting.

I gulped and did as she asked. Slowly one by one the class got the hint, they packed up their things and they all left my class room leaving me alone with her. The last time I had seen her was in the Medicine Sans Frontere tent when she was being treated, then she had looked at my thankfully as I left her there, she had been now she still looked amazing!

When we were alone she finally walked down the room towards me. She wasn’t smiling, and I already felt nervous.

“Did you ever tell anyone what happened, or file a report or anything?” she said firmly when she was about half way between us.

“You mean the…” I began stupidly.

“If you say it, I swear you’ll regret it!” she hissed a flash of anger in her eyes.

“Ok sure, I understand,” I said quickly, I just wanted her out of the way. “No, I never told anyone, never. What do you want?” I asked trying to turn the tables quickly.

“I want you to help me find them…” she said her voice trailing off as she bagan to walk around the room her eyes looking over all the displays. “You probably got a better look at them than I did, probably know where we can start looking for them.”

“But,..” I said shocked, these were the very last people I ever wanted to see again, “Is that wise, I mean they let us go, they should have killed us, what do you want to do when you find them?” I asked quickly.

“Let me worry about what I am going to do, you just have a think about where we can find them.”

“But Captain,” I began but she cut me off again

“It’s Major,” she said. “And it’ll soon be Colonel, which is part of the reason I’m here. In three weeks I start an advisory post to NATO, and I don’t want anything coming out of the word works, they didn’t record it did they?”

“No, they didn’t,” I said quietly.

“Good, I’m staying here, speak around and let me know what you find,” she said looking at me for an instant, “I’m staying at the Grand Hotel,” she added, I looked at her, that meant that whatever she was doing was on her own time, the British Army would never station an officer in that hotel, but what she thought she was doing walking around the streets in her full uniform I had no idea. By now she had looked away again. “Meet me in the bar at eighteen hundred hours. Let me know what you find.”

Without letting me reply she smiled at me with a confident smile and she turned around and walked out of my class room.

X

It was when I was walking home, my arms full of notes I’d made on the phone to old colleagues trying to track down who the bandits might have been that they found me. A large car pulled up in front of me, and two guys, I recognised them instantly as the men that had held me during Captain Sheldon’s ordeal. They were wearing Police uniforms, but real police uniforms this time. My heart sank, they grinned at me and hustled me into their car.

At that moment I thought I was dead, but there were no guns, the two men just climbed in to sit either side of me and sat in silence. Ten minutes later we arrived at a warehouse, the men hustled me into the building and sat me in a solitary chair amongst pallets stacked high all around me. It was then the leader of the gang appeared. He wasn’t dressed in Uniform but I could tell he was now an official of some sort.

“What did she want from you?” he asked me in the same thick accent he’d had five years before.

“Who?” I asked nervously, pretending I didn’t know.

When his fist hit me hard in the face I knew I had made a wrong move, these were the police now.

“That British whore who we raped back in the camp, that’s who. Her army was helpful enough to tell us she was coming, to look out for her. And yes, we will look out for her, just perhaps not in the way they were hoping, yes?” he said his lips full of laughter. “We know she came to see you, we know you spoke, what we don’t know is what you said to each other,” he said.

“She wanted to find you,” I blurted out. I knew this might make me seem a coward, but I certainly didn’t owe Major Sheldon anything. Plus what could I say to these people.

“Did she say what she’d do with us when she found us, maybe she’s desperate for more, eh?” the man laughed.

I shook my head, “she didn’t say.”

“Well you’ve found us, and now you can tell her where to find us, here, tomorrow nice and early. Shall we say 7am.” He smiled again and looked around at his men. “If you bring her then we’ll let you fuck her again,” he said looking at me.

I shook my head again, “Not again,” I say softly, “I’ll bring her to you, but you can’t make me do that again.” I said. Even though deep down it’s what I’d dreamed about for years.

“You’ll do what we say,” he simply said, and then without another word, the leader and his men turned and left leaving me sitting in the warehouse alone. I waited five minutes, unsure of what to do, and then I left. It was a long walk back to the city.

At six o clock I arrived at the hotel, it wasn’t hard finding the bar, it was even easier finding Major Sheldon. She was sitting on the bar with a whiskey in front of her. She didn’t turn as I approached. She must have noticed me though as she spoke.

“yours was the worst you know,” she slurred, she was obviously drunk. “You were worse than all the others, you made me enjoy it, do you know how bad that made me feel… Do you know how much that tore me up inside?”

“But you know they made me do it.” I said quickly and quietly.

“I know they didn’t make you touch me, I know that was you,” she said and took another sip of her whiskey. “weird thing is, no one has ever made me feel like that before or since.” With that she laughed and peered off into the middle distance. “Ironic, the best orgasm of my life was with some dumb translator in some shit hole back alley.” She said obviously not caring if she hurt my feelings or not. “You may have thought you were being nice, but you humiliated me worse than they did. Maybe that’s what you wanted to do,” she slurred.

I looked at her and shook my head, “You should probably go to bed Major,” I said my heart in turmoil, should I warn this drunk woman or not. What could she do against the men, what was her plan. Either way, with her in this state she was probably worse than useless.

“I should probably have reported you all for what you did. I didn't though!” she slurred again and swayed. “My career was more important, can you believe that?” she asked.

I turned and left her there. She was no threat to me, I knew where she was staying if I wanted to I could call her in the morning and get her to meet the men, or I could warn her, or I could leave town. All excellent options, and I’d have an evening to decide which I should do.
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The camp’s story is set in the near future in the aftermath of the 3rd Gulf war, in what had been Saudi Arabia, now referred to simply as Arabia. With the overthrow of the Saudi Monarchy and its replacement by a fundamentalist government, a violent confrontation erupted between the United States, which was still occupying Iraq, and the new Islamic government. As part of the Islamic inspired military coup which over threw the Monarchy, the Islamic revolutionaries had seized control of the remaining American bases inside Arabia. Though most American forces had been removed from the country following the Second Gulf War, there were still several hundred Air Force, Army, and Navy personnel in country - mainly pilots, ground crews, some security personnel, headquarters personnel, and logistical personnel.

Unfortunately none of these units were organized or equipped to resist such a large scale attack. The majority of these personnel, including a number of women, were captured before they had a chance to either flee or organized themselves for resistance. When demands for the release of these American personnel were refused, the U.S. responded by invading the new country of Arabia- ex-Saudi Arabia- using the troops occupying Iraq. Organized resistance was brief, even less than in Iraq. The units of the ex-Saudi military - mainly units of the tribal based National Guard- which had overthrown the Monarchy were quickly shattered by massive air attacks. Which resistance there was consisted mainly of Fayadeen style guerrilla forces composed of local fundamentalists stiffened by some military personnel and a number of foreign Jihadists.

Despite the success of the invasion, there were losses, most notably the capture of a lost logistical unit that blundered into a Fayadeen force. But the occupation of the eastern, oil rich portion of Arabia was completed in less than 2 weeks. Remaining Fayadeen fighters fled across the desert to the western coast of Arabia, the site of Islam's two holiest cities, Mecca and Medina. Fearful both of the worldwide Islamic opinion if American soldiers were to occupy these holy places and of the effect on domestic opinion of being forced to kill perhaps tens of thousands of civilians in order to occupy the cities, the President stopped the military’s advance and declared a cease-fire, leaving the western coast unoccupied and under the control of the now fragmented but still combative Islamic forces. He ordered the use only of naval and air forces against continuing attacks from the Fayadeen on the west coast. No ground forces were to be sent into that area.

Thus , there was no total victory. Though the war ended in an unsatisfactory defacto partition of Arabia and the continued existence of a loose fundamentalist alliance, the United States was at least for the moment satisfied, since they now occupied the oil producing and most modern areas of Arabia in addition to Iraq. A low level guerrilla war has persisted from the west coast bases of the Fayadeen directed against both Iraq and Eastern Arabia, but it has met with only scattered success. Soon things settled into a half war/half peace as guerrilla attacks against American personnel were met with aerial attacks on Fayadeen bases.

The one totally unsatisfactory aspect of the short war was the uncertainty it left about the fate of the American servicewomen captured by various Islamic groups during the revolution, the resulting invasion of Arabia, and the few captured after the American declared cease fire. The fate of the male captives was known. Though some were rescued by Special Forces operations, most of the male service members had been executed by the fundamentalists as they retreated in the face of the American forces’ approach. Their bodies had been found and identified. But no female bodies had been found. None! At least 20 females- both officer and enlisted ranging in rank from Lieutenant Colonel to private, airman, and seaman from the Army, Air Force, and Navy- were known to have been captured when their bases were seized in the Islamic Revolution.

At least three females- an officer and two enlisted women - were thought to have been taken prisoner when their Marine supply unit was ambushed during the invasion. Since the cease-fire, at least eight women have been reported missing, presumed captured- two each from the Air force, Army, and Navy, as well as two civilian women who were entertaining US troops. There are also rumors that an Israeli female officer involved in a covert operation was captured. Publicly, there was no word on the fate of any of these women. Attempts to negotiate with the Islamic fundamentalists to learn the women’s fate had failed. Essentially, the problem was that there was no one in authority to talk to. Numerous factions of fundamentalists as well as various tribal groups each held control of a certain area or city , but there was no central government capable of controlling them. Each faction waged their own Jihad or not as it suited them.

Unofficially, there were rumors, rumors about a special camp containing these women. The camp was thought to be in or in the vicinity of Medina, the second most holy city of Islam. Because of the city’s religious significance, no ground recon, even by Special Forces personnel, was allowed to investigate this rumor. Locals were sent into the city by the CIA, but they either never returned or they brought back conflicting information. An extensive aerial search of the city was made by Predator drones, but without results.

The rumors were indeed correct. A special camp containing all the female POW’s was located within the outskirts of the city of Medina. One of the Islamic groups into which the fundamentalists had split - the Islamic Brotherhood of the Jihad- held the women. Some of the women they had captured during the fighting. But most they had purchased or taken by force from other Fayadeen groups during the retreat West after the American invasion had shattered the original and short lived Islamic government. Most of the Fayadeen groups, who had originally taken the women as trophies of their Jihad, at that point saw the women as too dangerous to keep and were happy to rid themselves of them. The few that did not wish to part with them were no match for the Brotherhood’s surprise attacks.

Unlike the other fedayists, the all male Brotherhood put a special value on these captured Western women. It was part of their goal to reduce all women to servitude much in the same way the Taliban had attempted to do in Afghanistan. But they felt a special need to reduce Western woman. Even the existence of such emancipated women was an abomination to them. For such women to also be members of their enemy’s military- to be warriors like themselves- and to have beaten them in war provoked an almost pathological hatred on the part of the Brothers. That hatred made the captured women the focus of every humiliation and punishment that the Brotherhood could inflict upon them. Out of this intense hatred came a new purpose for the Brotherhood. The capture and punishment of these women became the real purpose of the Brotherhood. The Brotherhood now waged their Jihad specifically against the foreign women occupying Arabia. It was their intent to capture as many of these women as they could. Once captured, the women were declared to be slaves under Islamic law. The booty of war. And thus excepted from the prohibition that all women were forbidden except one’s wife. They were then subjected to intense humiliation and abuse, particularly sexual abuse. The female POWs had become nothing more than the sex slaves of the Brotherhood.

This was a Jihad that had to be waged in secret least they attract an American counterstrike. Therefore, the camp was cleverly designed to escape attention, both intense aerial detection or careful ground observation, by being hidden within a functioning hospital on the outskirts of Medina. From the outside, the five-story building within its walled compound gave no indication of its secret purpose. It looked much like the other buildings surrounding it except for the large Red Crescent symbol painted on the tile roof. Officially, it was a hospital dedicated to treating wounded Islamic fighters of the Brotherhood. It was , indeed, a fully functional hospital which did indeed have several dozen patients, all wounded or sick members of the Brotherhood including many foreign Jihadists. But in the larger sense, it was the spiritual center of the Brotherhood by virtue of the camp’s mission.

The camp was hidden inside the hospital. The cells housing the female prisoners were located on the top or fifth floor of the building. Small private rooms had been converted into cells by securing thick metal plates painted black on the outside over the interior of each window, cutting off all light and any possibility of contacting the outside. From outside the hospital, the rooms simply appeared dark. The interior doors had been replaced with thick wooden doors, each containing a peep hole with which to watch the prisoners. Each cell contained only a metal hospital bed equipped with manacles at the head and foot and a plastic bucket. Overhead was an electric light which was never turned off, making it impossible for the prisoner to distinguish between night or day as well as turning each room into a sweat box. At one end of the floor there was a bathroom containing several commodes and a shower with four shower heads. The only access to the floor was through the sealed stairway from the basement located at the other end of the floor.

The floor below was also a part of the camp. It was , in fact, the most important part of the entire camp. This floor was used to motivate Brothers before they embarked on a suicide attack. Taking an idea from the cult of the Assassins which had flourished in the Middle East eight centuries before, the Brotherhood attempted to give its members a taste of the delights of Paradise while they were still alive. But instead of willing Houri’s, they used the captured female POWs they held. Taking up half of this floor was a large open room decorated like a decadent Western strip club. Here the female POWs were forced to perform for the Brothers, forced to perform as strippers while wearing their military uniforms or sexy costumes of the Brother‘s choice. The remaining half of the floor was given over to garishly decorated bedrooms where the POW chosen by the Brother was forced to satisfy him sexually. To the chosen Brother, already plied with hashish to heighten his pleasure and release his inhibitions, it did indeed seem like a paradise on earth, one well worth dying to experience. As a result, there was never any shortage of volunteers for the Brotherhood’s attacks.

Located one floor down on the third floor is the billets of the camp’s permanent guard force. As might be imagined, duty as a guard here was highly sought after. For, unlike the Jihadee who only experienced one taste of the camp’s women before his death, the guards were allowed almost unlimited access to the women. A posting here was given as a reward for special service to the Brotherhood. The senior members of the guard force had private rooms on this floor, The more junior member had to share a room with three or four others. As Brothers, they were used to sharing whether it was the room itself or the captive women they were allowed to bring back to it. The Camp had a guard force of a Camp Commander, thirty guards, eight interrogators, and five translators- although having lived in the United States for over a year, the Commander had a better grasp of the women’s English than all but one of his translators. All were sworn Brothers, chosen for this duty not only as a reward for their service but because of the depth of their hatred for their prisoners. Some held a military rank by virtue of previous service in the Saudi military, but formal rank meant very little in the Brotherhood.

Therese three floors were interconnected by a stairway which originated in the basement. The stairway was closed off where the stairway ran through the actual hospital area. The basement area itself had been divided up into a long corridor with makeshift concrete block rooms opening on each side. These formed the Camp Commander’s office and monitoring station and 4 large interrogation rooms, more properly torture chambers since the Brotherhood had little interest in what these women had to say. All the customary instruments of torture were kept conveniently at hand. A hook hung down from the center of the electric fan in each room, an arrangement allowing the unfortunate women to be suspended from the ceiling fan. When the fan was turned on, the woman's body would begin to rotate while the men formed a circle around her and beat her with belts.

On the wall and hanging from the ceiling supports were more manacles allowing women to be suspended either for torture or to watch the torture of another women. In one corner was a set of metal bed-springs. Beside it rested a truck battery and transformer to step up the amps. One wire ran from the battery's negative terminal to the metal bed-springs. A second wire ran through the transformer to a long metal probe hanging on the side of the bed-springs. A woman strapped to the metal bed-springs would be grounded by the bed-springs. The probe could them be pressed against the woman’s flesh or even inserted into an orifice while a painful shock of varying levels was administered. In the opposite corner of the room sat a wooden horse, four legs supporting a long triangular wooden piece. Overall, it was not that much different from what you would have expected of a medieval torture chamber, except that its darkness was relieved by the bright harshness electric lights rather than the softer light of torches.

But the camp as a whole did had one very modern touch. Each individual cell, the showers, each of the punishment cells, and torture rooms in the basement contained a very small closed circuit TV camera. All of these fed into a room containing 6 monitors along with sound and video recording equipment, a room located just off the office of the camp's commander located in the corner of the basement nearest the access door.

Below the basement lay yet one more level, the sub-basement. Dug out by the Brothers themselves, the sub-basement contained a series of punishment cells and an exercise area for the women. Against one wall stood a line of four punishment cells, each little wider than a wall locker. The inside of the cinderblock cells were too narrow to allow to allow an inmate to lie down. Instead, a pair of manacles hung from the ceiling inside each cell. Opposite these cells was the pit. When they had dug out the sub-basement, they had discovered an old , abandon cesspool. The Camp Commander had ordered this concerted into another, even more unique punishment cell by installing a top with trap door. He had then had his men run a pipe from the guard’s latrine on the 3rd floor into the cesspool /cell, forcing anyone confined there to sit in his men‘s filth.

At the other end of he sub-basement was a huge millstone. Once this millstone had ground wheat for some village, its slow rotations powered by a donkey endlessly walking in a circle. Now that job was done by the female POWs. At almost any time of the night or day, there were usually four women at work here, their sweat covered nude bodies straining against one of the four wooden arms projecting from the base of the millstones platform. It was hot, hard work which placed heavy demands on the women’s arms and legs, as they struggled to move the heavy wheel in a circle encouraged in their work by one of the guards armed with a whip or cattle prod. Their labor accomplished nothing- except to keep the women in good physical shape and to further torment them by working them to exhaustion Already their bare feet had beaten a path into the dirt floor of the sub-basement that was at least 3 or 4 inches deep. For those women that the Commander desired to make even more muscular, there were further devices using weights and pulleys placed against the wall near the millstone, an arrangement allowing him to force the chosen women to lift progressively greater weights until she were literally suspended by the weight she was trying to lift..

The five levels of the camp had only one entrance. A tunnel ran from the compound garage against the west wall of the compound into the basement. This allowed material and personnel to be moved into the building unobserved. As a further precaution, another tunnel ran from a neighboring building used to house other activities of the Brotherhood to join with the tunnel running between the garage and the basement. This provides both a second secret access and an escape tunnel. To the casual observer, only the routine comings and goings out of the two functioning floors of the hospital were visible. Nothing of the women’s camp could be seen from either the street or from above.

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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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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.

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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!”

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MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 4

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.

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Chains of Command continued.

To the humiliated Lieutenant Colonel Diana Deans it seemed as if her ass rape lasted for hours, for an eternity. Bound and helpless to resist him, all she could do was lie there and grit her teeth as he impaled her ass again and again with his hard cock. The burning, painful feeling of fullness as his cock opened up her ass overwhelmed her mind, driving even the prospect of the Camp Commander’s cruel game out of her consciousness. The brutal sodomy went on and on until the exhausted, sobbing Diana thought she would go out of her mind from the pain and humiliation. But her agony -along with her anal rape- only ended when the Commander finally reached his climax, finally dumped his hot load of cum deep into her asshole. Then he brutally ripped his still erect cock out of the tight grip of Diana’s asshole in one final degrading spasm of pain. He paused briefly to wipe his shit stained cock on her tear stained face, leaving a brown smear across one wet cheek, and then left the office.

He left Diana bound tightly across his desk, unable to rise. For a long time she simply lay there, her tears staining the Commander’s precious papers. Slowly, the sobs subsided, and Diana began to regain her composure despite the pain and the continuing feeling of emptiness that he had left in her brutally stretched asshole. Diana could feel her sphincter slowly tightening as it struggled to shrink back to its normal girth. She could also feel the disgusting wetness of his cum as it slowly dripped out of her still open asshole. Her mind returned to the Commander’s game, his “test” of her decision-making abilities. The thought of having to decide which of her girls would suffer torture or rape made her sick at her stomach, but at least it served to distract her from the humiliating feeling of his cum as it slowly ran out of her open asshole and down her thigh.

Diana had no idea how long she lay there before the Commander returned accompanied by one of the guards. He watched as the guard untied Diana from the desk and stood the still handcuffed woman up. The guard turned her to face the Commander and then passed his arms underneath Diana’s armpits and locked his hands behind her beck in a half Nelsen. After the guard had immobilized the still handcuffed woman, the Camp Commander stepped over to his desk and retrieved something from his desk drawer. He returned to stand in front of Diana and held up what she immediately recognized as a silver leaf, the insignia of rank for a lieutenant colonel. Her rank. She watched him slowly unhook the clasp on the back and free the long needle like arm, which secured the insignia on a collar or cap. He held it up to her face as he said:

“Since I am allowing you to play at being an officer, you will need to have an insignia of your rank. Here it is. Unfortunately, I see no uniform to pin it to. I shall have to, as you say, make do. But as far as I can see, there is only one appropriate place to pin on your rank.”


As he spoke, the Commander reached out and grasped Diana’s right breast. He weighed the soft warm globe in his hand for a moment as Diana held her breath in anticipation. Then he gently let the breast hang naturally as he took hold of its nipple. The thick red nub hardened in his fingers as he pulled gently on it, stretching her nipple far beyond its normal length. His right hand held the oak leaf, the pin extended. As a horrified Diana watched, he slowly pressed the pin against the stretched part of her nipple. She felt only a small prick as it entered the nipple. Diana stared transfixed at the pin as it slowly disappeared into her nipple. Then, suddenly, the tip of the pin reappeared on the other side, accompanied by a thick drop of bright red blood. She felt little pain even now. The shock of her piercing having left her numb. Diana watched helplessly as he closed the clasp on the pin, locking it in place in her nipple. Now the silver oak leaf rested in front of and tightly against the tip of her nipple in a crude parody of her rank.

The guard released her as soon as the pin was locked in place. He even removed her handcuffs. As Diana warily rubbed her wrists to restore the circulation in her hands, the Commander warned her not to attempt any form of resistance. Such resistance would, he warned, mean a severe punishment not only for herself, but for five of the other POWs as well. He gestured for her to follow him and turned to the door.

Resigned to her fate but with her head held high, the unbound Diana walked out of his office behind the Commander, followed by the guard. She followed him as he entered the nearest interrogation room. Diana stopped short just as she entered the room, caught by surprise at seeing the line of nude women against the far wall. Her hesitation prompted a sharp blow as well as a rough push from the guard behind her, propelling Diana the rest of the way into the room in a less than dignified manner. Diana came to attention and stood facing the Commander, and, behind him, the five women lining the wall. Feeling like she was on display in front of the other prisoners, Diana suddenly felt embarrassed by the way she must look to them, by the brown stain on her cheek, by the cum she could feel still dripping out of her asshole, an the oak leaf piercing her nipple. Somehow, she felt as if she were letting them down by allowing them to see her like this, with the traces of her anal rape still on her body. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that the “twins”, Beate and Sheri, the brunette and blonde captains from her old squadron were there, standing on the right end of the line, looking very much like they had just been through Hell. She could see the whip marks curling around their ribs and the traces of cum on their inner thighs, badges of their suffering much like her own. Despite what she had just been through, her heart went out in sympathy to them. Their tear stained faces looked mutely back at her with what seemed to Diana to be sadness or perhaps even pity for her. Next to Sheri was a petite redhead , Navy LT Paula Corry, and beside her an equally petite Black woman who Diana recognized as Ensign Tasha Renwibe. Both looked terrified, their eyes imploring her to help them. At the far end of the line was another redhead, this one older and taller than Paula was. This woman was trying to put up a brave front, but Diana could see the fear in her eyes. She didn’t recognize her; but thought she must be the new prisoner Diana had heard about through the cell “telegraph“, the coded taps they used to communicate when they thought the guards were not paying attention. . Burke was her name, she remembered. Captain Burke. Like her, all five of the women were nude; each with their hands bound behind their backs. Each had one end of the rope noose tied around their necks secured to the hooks in the ceiling supports above their heads. And each had been gagged with the dildo shaped gags favored by the Brotherhood. Unable to come to Diana’s aid or even to speak, they could only stand mutely and watch as Diana was tested, painfully aware of the consequences to themselves if Diana failed to satisfy the sadistic Camp Commander. On either end of the line stood a pair of grinning guards. Diana stiffened as she saw that one of them was the guard the prisoners called “crazy” Hassan, a man known and feared for his extreme brutality.

“ These are the five I have chosen. I have explained the situation to them. They know what will happen to them if you refuse to choose. Hassan is waiting, as is the electric bed. It is up to you what happens to them.”

There was a knock at the door. At the Commander’s response, two guards entered, each leading a nude, bound woman at the end of a rope leash. Diana turned to face them as they were positioned side by side on the Commander’s left. Diana recognized them both instantly. The tall muscular short haired
Amazon on the right was Marine Major Sam MacCrossin. The slightly shorter, equally muscular woman standing beside her could easily have been MacCrossin’s twin -- except that this woman’s skin was a deep dark ebony color. Skin so dark that her nude, sweat covered body seemed to shine in the bright lights of the interrogation room. Ivory and ebony, Diana thought, the image suggested by the vivid contrast in their skin colors. She recognized the big Black woman as the Marine sergeant, Jones, Sergeant Desiree Jones. From the sweat pouring off their bodies and the pumped up condition of their muscular arms and legs, Diana knew that the two had come directly from working at the millstone. The two amazon Marines were still breathing heavily from their workout at the heavy millstone. Diana could not help noticing how their large breasts rose and fell noticeably with each breath. The prominence of those womanly globes was further enhanced by the way handcuffing their hands behind their backs. It seemed to force the two women’s breasts forward as if they were offering them to the watcher. Diana found herself staring at the two Amazon’s breasts; she was fascinated- perhaps even aroused- by those heavy globes. Her face turned red as Diana realized that she was staring, Hastily, she transferred her gaze to their faces. Both women looked back at her with a puzzled, but wary expression. They obviously had no idea about what was happening.

“I wish to see a whipping. You shall decide which of these two whores will be whipped. The other will pleasure you while you watch Hassan whip the one you choose. After all, rank has its benefits as well as its responsibilities.. I will not deny you the benefits ... if you can make the decisions. Now chose who will pleasure you, and who will suffer the whip.”

“I shall chose because you leave me no alternative. But there is no need to make the other ... ah.... pleasure me. Please, don‘t make her do that.”

“I insist. Now chose, quickly!”

Diana turned back to face the two puzzled women. Desperately, she tried to think of some just way to decide who would suffer. But there was none. She could not choose to spare the weak by choosing the strong to suffer. Both women were strong. Neither had done anything to deserve this punishment. The only difference between the two was in their respective ranks. And their races. Black or white; Major or Sergeant? Diana had only a second to decide. It did not help her that she found both the strong, butch Marines to be very attractive. Especially Sam. The thought made her very uncomfortable.

“Whip Major MacCrossin.”

“DIANA! NO!”

“I’m sorry Sam. I..I don’t have a choice.”

“A splendid choice. Hassan! Prepare the White whore. Fifteen strokes with all the strength of your arm and of your faith. Then you may take the infidel whore in the ass.”

So experienced was Hassan in this task that it was the work of seconds to have the big Marine Major strung up with her arms above her head, her hands still handcuffed but with a rope secured to the chain between the cuffs. He then ran that rope through the hook in the center of the large ceiling fan in the center of the room. He hoisted her up until only her toes touched the concrete floor of the interrogation room. Sam began desperately kicking out at him with one foot, forcing him to call another guard to assist him. The guard held her legs together as Hassan tied Sam’s bare feet together with a rope. Once that was done, Hassan stepped away from her to admire his work, leaving the muscular Marine officer dangling helplessly from the fan, her long, tall body stretched to the breaking point as she struggled to keep at least a toe on the floor to help support her weight. Satisfied at the way Sam was positioned, Hassan picked up the three-foot long leather camel crop, which he used as a whip and faced the Camp Commander, waiting for his order to begin.


While Hassan was taking care of the big Marine Major, the Camp Commander directed Diana to lean back against a table. Then he seized Desiree and forced the big Black female Marine to her knees in front of the reluctant Diana. He took a thin cane from the table behind her and held it across his body as he stood behind Desiree, staring into Diana’s eyes as he spoke directly to her.

“ I expect this whore to do a good job of licking out her officer’s cunt. Anything less, and I shall use this cane to encourage her. And I expect to see you enjoy her efforts, enjoy having your subordinate using her tongue on your sex. If I do not see the pleasure from her tongue in your face, I shall use the cane on her as well. Hassan. Begin!”

Hassan nodded to the guard at the wall switch. The man flicked on the switch, starting the fan, making the bound Amazon begin to turn along with the fan. Hassan watched her rotate with the fan for a moment, the half smile the women had learned to fear beginning to form on his lips. Then he drew his arm back and lashed out at Sam as she slowly spun in front of him. The leather tip caught Sam across her taunt asscheeks, instantly leaving a muddy red streak across the pale flesh. A moan escaped from the big female Marine’s tightly compressed lips. Hassan drew back his arm and waited. He watched Sam spin for two rotations before he lashed out again. This time he aimed at her breasts, at the essence of her femininity. His lash landed across her left breast, leaving another red streak, this one exactly bisecting the center of Sam’s soft fleshy breast, right across the erect red nipple. This time it was a shrill scream that escaped from Sam’s lips.

Diana watched her friend being whipped with mounting horror. It was worse than she had imagined. And she was to blame; she had given him Sam. She had blurted out Sam’s name not because Sam deserved this, but because of her attraction to Sam. She was punishing the other woman for her own desires. Diana was so focused on Sam’s suffering that she had forgotten about Desiree kneeling at her feet. Diana jumped in surprise when she felt the muscular Black Sergeant’s tongue against her cunt lips. She looked down at Desiree. She saw that the tip of the Camp Commander’s cane was pressed against the back of Desiree’s head, forcing the muscular Black woman’s face into Diana’s cunt. The woman’s tongue licked over her cunt lips. It felt so warm and slippery as it moved up and down Diana’s cunt lips. Then the tongue began to concentrate on the top of Diana’s slit, searching for and soon finding the White woman’s clitoris. Diana looked down at Desiree’s broad muscular and very Black back and shivered at the feelings radiating from her cunt. The butch looking, young Black Sergeant obviously knew how to suck a woman’s cunt. Diana wondered how many times she had done this before. Diana had to lean back against the table to keep her balance, as her knees grew weak under assault of the other woman’s tongue. Desiree’s tongue felt so good. It was the first purely physical pleasure she had received since her capture. This was so good. A forbidden pleasures that she had denied herself all her life. Diana lost herself in it, forgetting for the moment all about Sam despite the sound of her screams echoing through the room, forgot about the Commander, forgot about everything except the other woman’s tongue.

“ Is she a good cunt licker? Does it please you to have this whore licking you while these other women watch? Is this what you made your sergeants do this to you before the Brotherhood captured you? Did you find pleasure then in the cunt licking of a Black whore? What a degenerate whore you are, Lieutenant Colonel Deans! Taking your pleasure from another POW while another of your women is being whipped before your eyes. Now you are the rapist!”

Diana’s face flushed an embarrassed red at the Commander’s cruel words. She had forgotten about the five women against the wall. Diana opened her eyes and looked over at them. She found the five staring at her as she stood there above Desiree, head back, legs spread, her face a clear reflection of the pleasure she was receiving. The disgust in their eyes hurt Diana deeply. She knew that she had been toppled from the pedestal they had placed her upon. It was not that she had wanted to be on that pedestal. But Diana had always been the strong one, the one the other women looked up to. Now they saw her in a different light; they saw her taking pleasure from the humiliation of another POW. Their idol had fallen. Hatred and contempt replaced the respect that they had once felt. Except for Beate and Sheri, the women who knew her best. In their eyes was only pain. Tears came to Diana’s eyes as she spoke to the other women as well as the Camp commander.

“I... I’m sorry. I’m sorry. So sorry.! PLEASE!. No more. Whip me instead of Sam.”

“No, that would be too ... easy. It is always easy for a real whore like you to accept being whipped or raped. That is her fate in life. But you are the one who has denied that she is a whore, the one who pretends that she is an officer, a Colonel. One who claims that she could make the hard decisions an officer must make as well as a man could. Was all that a lie?”

“There is nothing honorable or manly in having a woman whipped. Or in forcing this woman to lick my cunt. This has nothing to do with me as an officer. Please, I’ll... I’ll do what you wish. Please stop this. Please!”

“This is your test, Lieutenant Colonel Deans. A test to see if you are hard enough to be an officer. If you are not hard enough to use your subordinates without hesitation, not hard enough to ignore their suffering, how can you be an officer? Do you think any officer of the Brotherhood would care what happens to a subordinate? No, he would be strong; he would be hard. All that you are not. You are weak. Like all whores, you are dominated by your emotions, not your will. I will not stop until you admit to me that you are too weak, too womanly , too emotional to be an officer. Accept that you are indeed a whore ruled by her emotions and then this will stop. It is your choice.”

“All right! You win. I am a whore! I said it. Now stop, please.!”

“Foolish woman. Your words do not impress me. They are lies. You do not- yet- recognize the truth, that you are indeed a whore. You are still too proud. too full of your foolish western ideas.. I shall not stop until you recognize the truth of my words and accept the destiny God has chosen for you- a life as the slave whore of the Faithful.”

“Please. I beg you.... punish me, not Sam or Sergeant Jones.”

“You have chosen. Now you must live with those choices. Is that not punishment enough for a whore such as you are? ”

With those words, he delivered a hard stroke with the cane across Desiree’s upturned ass and commanded her to resume licking Diana’s cunt. Once again, Diana felt the Black woman’s wet, snake-like tongue caress her clit. Then the other woman’s full, soft lips closed over the sensitive bud as well, capturing and holding it as her tongue increased its speed, batting Diana’s clit back and forth with its tip. Diana felt the warm spreading through her body; she felt her knees began to go weak again. But this time she fought against it, determined to take no pleasure from Desiree’s forced caresses. Diana dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands, desperately trying to distract herself from the feelings flooding through her body as Desiree’s tongue flicked back and forth across Diana’s blood filled, ultra sensitive clit.

“Watch your friend, whore. See how Hassan is skinning the big whore’s backsides and breasts! See how her body moves under the caresses of his whip? Or does your foolish sentimentalism blind you to the beauty of another woman’s pain.”

Diana looked up at Sam. What she saw almost broke her heart. As Sam’s nude body slowly revolved in front of her, Diana could see the multiple muddy red stripes, the marks of Hassan’s whip, running across both of Sam’s breasts and ass cheeks as well as across the backs of her upper thighs. She saw that three of the cruel stripes had cut diagonally across both of Sam’s breasts, another three lay across Sam’s taunt butt cheeks, and two more deep red streaks ran in parallel lines across the backs of both of Sam’s thighs. The vivid red of the whip’s marks were in striking contrast to the paleness of Sam’s skin, making this violation of Sam’s body seem even more obscene in Diana‘s eyes. As she watched Sam‘s body moving under the whip, Diana found herself becoming aroused despite her horror at Sam‘s suffering. The combination of strength and femininity so evident in Sam’s nude body as she moved under the whip was so arousing that Diana had the fleeting wish that she were the one on her knees, not Desiree. She wished that she could be kneeling in front of Sam worshipping the majesty of the big Marine’s naked body in a sincere if masochistic apology for choosing Sam to feel Hassan‘s whip. As soon as the thought entered Diana’s mind, she fought to dismiss it. It was too perverse, too sick, to think of doing such a thing with a woman , especially one who was her subordinate. But she could not erase that erotic image from her mind Guiltily, she wished that she could take Sam’s pain upon herself, wished that she could at least share that pain with Sam. As Diana watched, another blow struck Sam, this one directly across her left breast. Diana recoiled in sympathy as she watched that whip sink yet again into Sam’s tortured breast with another meaty “ thump“, The force of the blow made the soft woman flesh bounce obscenely on the woman‘s chest. As Sam screamed, out her pain, her tear filled eyes locked directly into Diana’s. Diana felt a chill come over her as she saw not just the pain in Sam‘s eyes, but also an almost feral hatred there, a burning anger at those , including Diana, who had put her under the whip. Without the strength of that anger, Sam would have not been able to endure the terrible pain of Hassan’s whip. Without it, she would have long ago surrendered to the overwhelming pain Diana could plainly see in the tortured expression on Sam’s handsome face and in the tears running freely down her cheeks. With teeth bared, Sam fought, matching her anger against the whip’s pain . But it was a losing struggle. Sam’s body rotated again. All Diana could see now was the broad expanse of Sam’s whip stripped back. She watched in horror and pity as another blow landed diagonally across that strong back. She saw Sam’s body arch in response; she heard a new scream torn from Sam’s lips only to abruptly end. When Sam rotated back towards Diana a second later, she appeared to be unconscious. Her head was down, her chin resting against the top of her breast, her body hanging limply in her bonds. Hassan watched Sam for another slow rotation, trying to see if she had indeed fainted, or if she was faking. Then he shrugged and drew back his whip for another blow. This one landed across Sam’s well muscled ass cheeks. There was no response from the big Marine other than the way her limp body swayed slightly in response to the power of the whip‘s blow.

“Hassan. STOP! Use the smelling salts. I want her aware and able to feel each stroke. And you, Lieutenant Colonel Deans. You do not seem to be enjoying this Black whore’s efforts as much as you did before. She must not be doing a very good job. I shall encourage her for you.”

With those words, he swung the thin cane over his head and brought it down across the center of Desiree’s meaty ass. Diana felt as much as heard the scream that exploded from the Black Sergeant’s mouth directly into Diana’s cunt. Again and again, the Commander’s cane rose and fell, six times in all, creating multiple parallel lines of deep purple welts across Desiree’s hard Black butt cheeks. Then Diana’s screams joined with Desiree’s. Diana’s back arched in pain as Desiree’s teeth bit down into Diana’s clit in response to the pain of the cane. To Diana’s horror, she found the pain almost as arousing as Desiree’s tongue. She was so close to cumming. So close.

When the Commander finally lowered his cane, Desiree’s tongue immediately returned to work on Diana’s erect clit. She worked feverishly, and quite skillfully, at Diana’s clit, desperate to bring Diana off despite the other woman’s resistance. Determined to avoid another canning, Desiree applied her years of Sapphic experience and all of her considerable skills to Diana’s cunt. For her part, Diana no longer resisted the woman’s caresses. Anxious to spare Desiree another caning, and unable to ignore her own growing arousal, Diana let herself go. She relaxed and let Desiree’s tongue carry her along toward a climax. She felt disgusted at herself for the way her body was responding, but could see no way out. In her guilt, Diana wished again that the situation was reversed, that she was the one on her knees licking out the big, sweaty Black Sergeant’s cunt. Like the image with Sam, the image of her with her face buried in the Sergeant’s Black cunt masochistically aroused her. She felt that was what she deserved, to be humiliated and abused just as she had abused them. Her face turned a bright red from embarrassment at these strange thoughts filling her mind. As she tottered on the edge of her climax, Diana remembered that she was being observed. She became even more embarrassed by the realization that the other five women had seen her weakness, her betrayal of the other POWs. She was terrified of seeing the disappointment, even the contempt, that she knew must be in their eyes. The thought of what Beate and Sheri must think of her now was especially painful to Diana. She could not bear to look them in the eye. Instead she fixed her eyes on the grinning Camp Commander, trying to find the strength to endure this in her hatred of him.

The Commander used the tip of his cane to lift the silver oak leaf piercing her breast.

“Heavy weight to carry, isn’t it. Won’t it be so much easier to admit that you are but a whore. Then you could join the others and comfort them instead of inflicting such pain on them. Look! The big Marine whore is coming around. There are five more strokes to go for her. Strokes you ordered. Count them out for me. Count them, or I shall have Hassan continue whipping her until you do.”

Looking over at Sam, Diana saw that she was indeed again conscious. The fan had been turned off to allow them to revive her. she hung there in front of Diana, her head up, fear and confusion painfully evident in her eyes. Hassan drew back the leather whip and with all his considerable strength sank the top half of the whip into Sam’s well muscular back. Diana was struck by the pleasure on his face as he wielded his whip. Clearly, it was a sexual pleasure. For Hassan, using the whip on one of the POWs was no different from, and just as satisfying as , using his cock. It was their pain that aroused him. He cocked his arm for another blow.

“COUNT! Or he continues.”

“ONE”

Time seemed to stand still as Diana watched the next blow cut through the air. She watched it move through the air in slow motion. She heard it strike. She even flinched in sympathy with Sam as the whip sank deep into Sam’s back. But at the same time, the burning in her cunt grew more intense, distracting her from Sam‘s agony. She was split between the two conflicting sensations, between sympathy for Sam‘s suffering and her own intense need for sexual satisfaction.

“TWO... Oh God.. Please.”

Sam was staring her in the face, but her eyes were unfocused. Her pain was so evident in those eyes and in her tortured face. Diana’s heart went out to her as Sam screamed out her pain in an animal like cry, her body shaking from the force of that blow.

“THREE.. oh.. oh.. ... uhmm”

The tongue felt so good. Her cunt was on fire. She could not believe that she was about to cum while watching her friend being whipped. What was wrong with her? What must the other women be thinking about her, about her cumming as she watched Sam being whipped?

“FOUR... Oh GOD.. Oh GOD..”

Whether by chance or by Hassan’s timing, the last blow and Diana’s climax occurred at the same moment. Desiree’s hot, wet tongue rapidly moved across Diana’s swollen, aroused clit while her thick lips tried to suck it into her mouth . Diana climaxed just as the meaty sound of the last blow filled the room followed a split second later by Sam‘s scream.

“OH GOD..OHEE..OHEE.. FIVE... OHEEE... ...... GOD.. oh.. Please, let it be over now!”

“No whore, it is just beginning. Hassan! Revive her again. Then take your pleasure in her ass. And I shall take my pleasure as well with this Black whore. And so shall you, whore. Again!”

Prodding Desiree’s hanging right breast with his cane , the Commander set her back to work on Diana’s super sensitive clit. Diana’s body shook with a combination of pleasure and pain as Desiree’s tongue returned to work on her painfully sensitive clit. As she sucked on Diana‘s clit, the Commander used Desiree’s bound arms to raise and hold her in a half crouch, her ass just at the level of his crotch. He unzipped his pants and extracted his erect cock. As Diana watched, he positioned the head of his cock at the tiny star of Desiree’s sphincter . He used one hand to force his cock into that small opening. Brutally, methodically, he forced his cock deeper and deeper into Desiree’s ass. Diana felt the other woman’s strong but muffled moans vibrate against her cunt as he forced his way in. Then the Commander taped Desiree on the breast again and her tongue returned to Diana’s clit. Diana could see that the Commander had half sunk his cock into the Black woman’s ass. She watched in horror as he finished the job, sinking it up to his pubic hair in a series of brutal short thrusts. Then, still holding her in her half crotch with one hand, he let his cock soak in the warmth of the woman’s ass as she lay uncomfortably sandwiched between the two of them.

“Now. Shall we share this woman? Shall we both take our pleasure of her- I from her ass and you from her mouth? Shall we rape her together. “

“Please... don’t do this. Please... I’ll say whatever you want. Please! Don’t do this to her.”

“I am not doing this to her. You are. You selected her. You climaxed as she served you with her mouth. You have already raped her. I am just using her for my pleasure in the same way you have.”

“No. It’s not the same. I didn’t rape her. You made me do this! I didn‘t want to do it!”

“You took your pleasure from the Black whore. You raped her. What does it matter? Why do you feel guilty about using a mere Sergeant like that? Is it your weakness, your sentimentality again? You also chose your friend to be whipped. Look over at her. NOW! Do you see what Hassan is doing to her? That too is your fault. All of this is your fault. All because you will not admit to yourself that you are not an officer, but a whore.”

Briefly, Diana looked up to see that Hassan was preparing to sodomize Sam, just as the Commander was sodomizing Desiree. In desperation Diana cried out:

“What do you want from me? I told you what you wanted to hear. I am a WHORE! I AM A WHORE! Now, Please, stop torturing those women. “

“But you do not truly accept that you are a whore. Yet. I see the pride still in your eyes. But ask yourself, would you rather be in these two women’s place or where you are now. Would you rather be the one suffering than the one who inflicts the suffering? A whore would answer that she wants to be the one suffering. Is that not your choice as well? “

Diana could not reply. It was true that she wished that she was the one on her knees using her tongue on either Sam’s or Sergeant Jones’ cunt. Her role in selecting Sam to be whipped filled her with shame. The pleasure she had taken from Desiree’s cunt licking filled her with even more shame. But what else could she have done, she ask herself. Still, the seeds of self doubt had been planted in her mind. Diana began to question the one thing she had clung to throughout her captivity, her identity as an officer. What has been her greatest strength now became her greatest vulnerability.

The Camp Commander brought her back to the present by again using his cane on Desiree’s breast.

“Tell me what Hassan is doing to your friend. Tell me what he is doing to her or watch me strip the skin from this whore’s breast.”

“NO, don’t He’s.. he’s fucking her in the ass. He has his cock up her ... ass and is fucking her as hard as he can. Oh God. Poor Sam. He reached around her and has her breasts in his hands. OH.. Oh God. He’s trying to tear them off her chest. He’s .. he’s using them to pull her back onto his cock, stretching them, pulling them down. He has his hands sunk into her breast, her poor whipped breasts. It’s like he is trying to pull her nipples off. Please.. stop him. He’s killing her. Oh God... now he‘s .. he‘s using one hand to .. to fist her as he rapes her ass. He has his hand up her cunt. It’s like he’s.... punching her cunt. Her whole body is shaking from the way he’s pounding her. Oh God. Sam. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry! “

The Commander simply smiled back at her, intent on his own ass rape of Desiree. He was plowing into her ass with deep powerful strokes now, buffeting her body as it crouched trapped between his body and Diana’s. Much of the force of his thrusts was being transferred through Desiree into Diana’s own cunt. She felt a masochistic mix of pain and pleasure as tongue and teeth both played upon her clit, driving her closer and closer to yet another orgasm. Her mind was being overloaded by the conflicting emotions she was feeling- loathing for her captors, and herself, the shameful pleasure burning in her cunt, and her guilt over the pain being inflicted upon Sam and Sergeant Jones. All these feelings combined in the same instance with her need for release to drive Diana to the brink of madness. She felt her orgasm building, growing within her. It was becoming so intense that it was painful. She had to cum. She had to cum NOW, or the top of her head would explode.

Diana looked down at Desiree, seeing the muscles move under the dark shiny skin of her back and upper arms, seeing the other woman’s tightly clinched hands, her knuckles turning gray as she dug her fingernails into her palms until the blood flowed. But Diana no longer cared. Diana felt herself begin to cum now, felt the heat, the flames of her orgasm, cover her body just as her cunt’s secretions were covering Desiree’s face. She looked up to see the Commander thrust one more time into Desiree’s ass and then go rigid, joining her in orgasm. The two of them came at the same time, sharing a random moment of satisfaction in a coincidence which made her orgasm into a great obscene joke. How, she ask herself, could she share such a moment with someone like him. What was wrong with her? What must the other POWs think of her now. God, he was right. She was a whore.

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MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 5

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 lay on the table in silence, her right arm thrown over her eyes to hide the shame she felt while the other women were led out of the room. She could no longer face them. Only when she was alone with the Camp Commander did Diana recover enough of her customary composure to get to her feet and face him. Deeply shaken by what she had just experienced, Diana did not speak, but stood waiting, knowing in her heart that there was more of this nightmare to come.

The commander regarded her carefully as she stood before him. He noted how the tall brunette no longer looked him defiantly in the eye as she had this morning in his office. Now she hung her head , her thick dark hair covering the sides of her face as she stared at the floor, the fear and uncertainty gripping her painfully apparent. The Commander could see that Diana’s entire attitude had changed. And, as he looked over her nude body, he found that this new attitude made her even more desirable. The fear and uncertainty he saw in her now drew him to her like a shark to blood. He stared intently at Diana’s full breasts, watching the twin globes rise and fall enticingly with each breath Diana took. He was tempted to take her now despite his plan and despite his recent ejaculation in Desiree‘s ass.

“Assume the position. “

Automatically, Diana spread her feet and clasp her hands behind her back. She still could not look him in the eye. Instead, Diana stared miserably at the floor, her skin crawling as she felt his eyes moving over her nude body. She could actually feel his eyes focusing on her shaven cunt and the insides of her thighs where as she was acutely aware the wetness of her cunt secretions covering the insides of her thighs would be quite visible in the room‘s bright lights. Her face flushed red in embarrassment. Diana had never felt so much like a whore as she did at that moment.

“Your second test is to choose the women to service the guards this day. Usually, the guards take these women in their rooms or the women’s cells. But today, they shall take them here. As you watch. If you are too weak to choose , then both groups of women will be given to the men. And afterwards, Hassan will be allowed to do as he wishes with them as well. If you defy me or resist me in any way, the women will suffer the same fate Do you understand?“

“Yes, Sir, I... I understand. “

The guards led in two groups of nude women, each with her arms tightly bound behind her back. Diana was surprised to see that she did not recognize the first three women From their unshaven cunts and general air of confusion, she assumed that they must be new prisoners. Her heart went out to them. The following three women were very familiar to her- the little redhead, Paula Corry who had been in the five hostages who had witnessed her earlier humiliation, Revlon, the long haired brunette Navy flyer, and, at the end of the line, a tall blonde, Allison Kennich . Diana stiffened at the sight of Allison. Commander Kennich, a Navy JAG lawyer before her capture, was everything Diana hated in another female officer. She had begun to despise Kennich for her manipulative and selfish behavior as soon as their captivity had thrown them together. She was the one POW that Diana would have no trouble watching suffer. Mentally, Diana had already made Kennich her first choice for gang rape.

“Your task is to choose between these two groups. You must chose one group to be gang raped by my guards. The second group will return to their cells, unmolested. The first three you do not know. They are new slaves of the Brotherhood. Three women from your Allies, the British, The survivors of a C-130 crash. You, woman. Tell Colonel Deans your name and rank!”

The first woman, a petite brunette with disheveled shoulder length hair, stared around her in fear for a moment before she stammered out:

“Simpson, Wendy, Sergeant RAF , Serial number S 8321430”

“And you. Next in line.”

The next women was taller and blonde- a real blonde judging by the match between her shoulder length hair and the vee between her legs. She looked fit, athletic even, with long legs and medium size breasts. She replied in a firm, if low , voice:

“Walls, Andrea, Sergeant RAF, Serial Number F6542367. “

“And you”

The last woman in the line, a tall brunette, stepped forward aggressively and demanded:

“What are you going to do with us? You can’t bloody treat us like this. It’s disgusting. Give us back our uniforms! We are prisoners of war and bloody well have rights. I demand to be .. UGHEE.. You Bastard! ”

As she spoke, the Camp Commander had nodded at one of the guards who responded by dragging the tall brunette back into line by her shoulder length hair. At the same time he used his rubber club to strike the woman twice across the big muscle on the side of her right leg. The angry young woman fell silent, but continued to glare at Diana and the Camp commander.

“The ill mannered whore is Sergeant Claire Thompson, formally of the RAF and now a slave of the Brotherhood. “

Diana had flinched as the young woman, whom Diana estimated to be in her late twenties, had spoken out. She had long ago learned that such outbursts were useless- and brought a painful response as Claire had just discovered. She feared that with her attitude, the British Sergeant was in for a lot of trouble. Diana looked closely at Claire Thompson. She saw the woman was slightly taller than her companions, at least 5’ 6”, maybe 5” 8”, and rather dark skinned.- the legacy of a Maltese mother. Unaware of her parentage, Diana was tempted, based on Claire’s British accent and skin color, to take her for a Westernized Arab. That Arab appearance would, Diana knew, bring Claire a very hard time from the guards. They reserved a special hatred for any Westernized Arab, let alone an Arab woman who joined their enemy’s military. But with her stocky build and muscular arms and legs, at least the girl looked strong enough to take a lot of punishment. Despite her apparent strength, Claire was obviously all women. Diana stared at Claire’s body in frank appreciation. Claire’s breasts in particular were quite spectacular- round, full and topped by prominent nipples. Diana could also not help staring at Claire’s thick bush of dark, almost black, pubic hair. It had been a long time since Diana had seen a woman with any pubic hair, let alone such a thick black bush. She had to force herself to look away from it. Her eyes returned to Claire’s face, where she took disapproving note of the remnants of the heavy eye makeup and lipstick remaining on the woman’s pretty round face. Diana couldn’t help thinking that if Claire had been in her squadron; she wouldn’t have let her get away with all that make up on duty.

“Now that the formalities have been concluded, it is time for you to choose which group will be given to the guards for their pleasure. Which shall it be , Lieutenant Colonel Deans? “

Before Diana could reply, Claire burst forth again.

“ BLOODY HELL! If you’re a Colonel, do something to help us. Don’t let him rape us!”

“ I..I’m sorry. I can’t help you.. I can’t even help myself.”

“YOU BLOODY SELFISH COW! Don’t give me that. You’re a COLONEL! You have to help me. Do something!”

To Diana’s distress, another voice chimed in as well. The voice of Commander Kennich.

“Diana! Don’t do this to us. We’ve had enough. Let the new women be their rape toys. Choose them Diana. Choose them. We‘ve suffered enough. ”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BLEEDING WITCH! Don’t listen to her, Colonel. You have to help me! You can’t let them rape me. YOU CAN’T! IT ‘S NOT FAIR!”

As he listened to the two women making their demands to Diana, the Camp Commander simply smiled and waved back his guards as they moved to silence the two women.

“ HELP ME, COLONEL! DO SOMETHING! HELP ME. YOU CAN’T LET HIM RAPE ME!”

“Diana, think about poor Paula. I know you don’t like me, but if you give me to the guards, you’ll be giving them Paula as well. Give them the Brits!“

“SHUT UP. BOTH OF YOU. JUST SHUT UP!”

Diana hated herself for the decision she had to make. No matter what she did, they would hate her. And rightly so. But she had no choice. To do nothing would doom both groups to gang rape and then worse from Hassan. In the end, it was the thought of how much Paula had already been through that made the decision for her. Despite her desire to see that Kennich bitch suffer, Diana said:

“God forgive me. Give the British women to the guards.”

“YOU BLOODY WITCH.. YOU PIG... HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME.. YOU BLEEDING SLUT.. YOU WHORE!”

The guards moved quickly to remove the three American women from the room and to take control of the three British women. Wendy and Andrea were so horrified by the prospect of immanent gang rape that they did not resist. But Claire was not willing to go quietly to her own rape. She struggled madly against the hands grabbing at her strong arms and kicked out wildly with one foot.

“YOU BASTARDS... GET AWAY FROM ME. GET AWAY, DO YOU HEAR. I’LL KICK YOUR BOLLOCKS IN IF YOU TOUCH ME.”

The Commander waited until his men had the handcuffed women securely pinned to the ground before speaking. Claire’s resistance was playing right into his plan. He wanted this gang rape to be especially brutal in order to have a greater effect on Diana. This was an excellent opportunity to incite his men towards that end. The men already despised the British Sergeant because they thought she was an Arab traitor. Letting her fight them would turn that dislike into an intense hatred. The resulting violence in her gang rape would be something that would burn itself deep into Diana’s memory. He spoke to the dozen guards crowding into the room in his normal rapid Arabic.

“ The whore wishes to fight, does she. Let her fight then. Let the men who wish her earn their pleasure by overpowering her. It will be excellent sport. Surely you are not afraid of a mere woman? Release her and stand between her and the door. When she tries to escape through the door, beat her without mercy.”

One of the men unlocked her handcuffs. Then he and the other guards stepped back and let Claire get slowly to her feet. She stood there, looking suspiciously about her.

“Listen to me whore. If you can fight your way to the door, you will not be raped. We shall take your friends instead. “

Claire instantly bolted for the door, her two comrades already forgotten in her desire to escape. One guard came at her from her right. Claire slammed her fist into his face, knocking him aside. Another, larger guard jumped in front of her, facing her with both arms extended in a grappling position. Claire hardly broke stride as she brought her right foot up in a round house kick to the man’s groin. He yelped and folded over in slow motion, his surprise evident on his face. But the kick had slowed Claire enough to allow two more guards to rush her from her left side. One grabbed her flying hair, wrapping his fingers in it and jerking her head back. The second man went for her breasts with his fists, catching Claire’s left breast squarely in its center with his fist.

Claire screamed as his fist sank into the soft fullness of that breast. The man holding her hair swung her around and drove his fist into her other bouncing breast, sinking his fist up to his wrist in the soft female flesh as he smashed her full round globe. Claire screamed out her pain as she clawed at his face with her spread fingers, sinking her sharp nails into his face. Then it was his turn to scream as he let go of her hair and wrenched Claire’s hand away. Her nails left behind four parallel lines of blood down his cheek.

Another guard grabbed at her arm from her right side. Her knee slammed into this guard’s guts making him miss. He staggered sideways, temporarily out of the fight, as another guard leaped in and drove his fist squarely into Claire’s surprised face. Claire shook off the blow and turned toward him, thrusting her elbow into his face, blocking his next blow. He grabbed that arm and held on. Off balance now, she swung desperately at him with her other fist. The guard forced her left elbow down and butted Claire in the face with his forehead. Claire’s nose exploded in blood. A wave of pain washed over her as she pulled her head back in response to the surprise blow, making her punch go in uselessly over the man’s shoulder. Fighting for her life now, Claire brought her left knee up, slamming it into the man’s groin. He grunted and grabbed her thick thigh with both hands and held on, at the same time ramming his head into her belly as he tried to topple her. Claire staggered back off balance, her senses still reeling from the blow to her nose. She managed to wrench her left arm free and used it to try to punch the man holding onto her. But her arm was caught by another guard; he snatched it back to his chest and held in an iron grip. Claire strained against the hands holding her, screaming in her fury as she tried to pull her leg and arm free.

She glanced around her, terrified that all she could see was a wall of grinning guards lunging toward her. In desperation, Claire slammed her one free hand down on the back of the neck of the man holding her thigh. He gasped and fell to his knees, freeing her leg. But before she could do anything else, another guard‘s fist slammed into the side of her face. Blood and spit sprayed from her mouth. Stunned, she struggled to bring her one free fist around to reply. But as it wheeled through the air, another set of hands coming out of nowhere captured her arm. Now two guards held Claire between them, twisting her wrists to lock her now outstretched arms to their chests. Another hand came from behind her and gripped her by her hair, savagely yanking her head backwards. Caught between the three of them, Claire’s adrenaline charged and sweat soaked body struggled wildly to free itself, her chest arching upward as she struggled for leverage, her naked breasts bouncing wildly, slamming into each other as Claire screamed out her defiance.
“YOU FUCKING BASTARDS.. LET.. ME.. GO!”

The man whose face she had raked took one step toward her and, with an evil grin on his face, drove his fist deep into Claire’s stomach, knocking the air out of her. She tried to fold in two, but the man holding her by the hair jerked her head back up, back into position for another blow to her guts. This time the man in front of her took his time, smiling at her as he drew his fist back behind his shoulder and launched it into Claire’s mid section with all the force he could muster. It drove all the air out of her lungs with a loud “OOPH”.

Then he shifted targets. He began punching Claire’s breasts with short powerful jabs, alternating between her left and right breasts, pummeling her twin globes as Claire fought for enough breath to scream out her pain and rage. In seconds his fists had turned both of the full round globes a deep purple. The strong muscles in Claire’s arms stood out in big ropey bulges as she fought to free her hands and protect herself, but to no avail. He continued to use her breasts as punching bags. Desperately she tried to kick him in his crotch to get him away from her tortured breasts.

The guard easily dodged her attempt at smashing his balls. He stepped back out of the way and let the two guards holding her arms shove her forward until they rammed her into the edge of the table in the center of the room. They slammed her hard into the heavy table, knocking the wind out of her and bending her at the waist, leaving her torso stretched across the table.

Momentarily stunned, Claire could only lay there as the men wrenched her arms back behind her back and re-cuffed them there. A hand wrapped itself in her long hair from the other side of the table and pulled, forcing her head forward against the hard tabletop as her ankles were grabbed by unseen hands. Then they tried to spread her legs by pulling her feet in opposite directions. The muscles in Claire’s thick legs bulged and strained under her dark skin as she desperately fought the men’s hands. With a super human effort, she managed to drag her thighs back together, the power of her thick, muscled legs - and her fear- proving superior to the two men’s strength . But her victory proved short lived as more hard hands gripped her muscular thighs and her ankles. Their pressure slowly succeeded in forcing Claire’s muscular legs apart despite her frantic resistance. She wailed into the table’s top in her frustration as their hands slowly forced her hard muscled legs further and further apart. Then the guards tied thick ropes around her ankles and looped them around the table’s legs, slowing pulling them taunt. With the added leverage of the ropes, they were able to inexorably spread her legs, slowly dragging Claire’s ankles further and further apart. Finally they had her legs spread until they were almost parallel to the floor, her ankles actually touching the opposite table legs. Claire’s big leg muscles bulged under the sweat soaked skin of her legs as she continued to fight even as her ankles were tied tightly to the table legs. Her big butt flexed and clenched with her futile efforts to break the ropes holding her legs apart, but seceded only in giving the leering guards a clear view of her deep ass cleft and the tiny inviting star of her sphincter. Even then her upper body continued to struggle frantically against the hands holding her on the table. Claire’s slippery sweat soaked torso bucked and twisted frantically in and out of their grasp, but through it the entire iron grip on her hair kept her trapped on the table top.

As Claire struggled against the hands and ropes holding her, her big ass flexing and clinching so invitingly, one of the guards stepped behind her. He used his open hand against Claire’s big round butt cheeks, spanking the desperate young woman as if she were a naughty little girl. Each blow was a loud “crack in the closed room, the tremendous force of each blow enough to make even her round, muscular butt cheeks shake like jelly. As he spanked her, Claire fought desperately to break free. The big muscles of her strong legs strained futilely against the ropes holding her legs spread wide to the table legs. Her torso bucked and strained frantically trying to gain the leverage necessary to free her from the hand gripping her long hair. But there was no escape for the captured woman. Bound, helpless, her ass on fire, Claire began to weep bitter tears of humiliation and frustration as the now laughing man relentlessly spanked her firm ass. To add to her overwhelming feeling of humiliation, the guard began to scream at her in his poor English as he alternated between his powerful open handed blows and grabbing her firm ass meat in the palm of his hand and squeezing it until her flesh flowed like putty between the fingers of his powerful hand.

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MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 6

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.

Our Brave Allies

“ BIG ASS WHORE........ GET BIG ASS READY FOR FUCK!.... WARM BIG ASS UP ..
BEFORE FUCK BIG FAT HOT ASS.... FUCK BIG FAT ASS HARD.. TEACH BIG ASS WHORE LESSON YOU NO FORGET!”

Diana had stood by silently as the guards had brutally reduced Claire to a bloodied, sobbing wreck. Now she finally found her tongue.

“Please! Stop him! They’ve hurt her enough. Please, get it over with before they kill her. “

The Commander looked at Diana and smiled.

“No noble, self sacrificing offers to take the English whore’s place? No? How disappointing.“

Diana looked at him with a resigned expression on her handsome face and asked
Quietly:

“Would an offer do any good? Isn't making me watch you do this..... This obscenity my torture? ”

The Commander just smiled as he turned his attention to the other two other still handcuffed British prisoners. Throughout Claire’s desperate battle, Wendy and Andrea had just stood by motionless, too shocked by the brutality unfolding before them to move a muscle to either try to escape or to help Claire. They stared in horror at the sight of Claire’s big meaty ass being beaten until it was a bright red, appalled by the brutality of the man’s spanking, but unable to look away.

“Put the two other whores on the table with that one. Put the Blonde beside the big one and the dark haired one on the opposite side. “

In seconds the guards had grabbed Wendy and Andrea and bent them both over the narrow table beside Claire. The blonde, Andrea, lay side by side with the screaming Claire, her head almost touching Claire‘s. Wendy lay over the table facing in the opposite direction, her head beside Claire’s abused ass. A guard held each down by forcing their handcuffed wrists high over the two women’s backs while a third man tied a rope around Andrea’s neck and ran it under the table. Then he secured it around Wendy’s slender white neck and pulled the rope taunt, joining the two women. When the guards released their arms, both women tried to raise their heads. Their attempt tightened the rope between them, choking both, forcing them to remain bent over the table, their heads just over one edge, their hips forced against the edge of the table on the opposite side, or in Andrea’s case, pressing against Claire’s outstretched leg. Between them lay Claire, still crying, still bucking madly, and still screaming as the grinning guard continued to flail away at her big red ass with his hand.

He quickly stopped his spanking when two other guards positioned themselves behind Wendy and Andrea, their fly's open to expose their erect cocks. Anxious not to be left behind, he stepped closer to Claire’s still quaking ass and freed his erect penis as well. The three men smiled at each other as they each took their cock in one hand and used the other hand to grip an ass cheek, wrenching it aside so they could position the thick glistening heads of their cocks at the tiny wrinkled entrance to each women’s asshole. Claire’s rapist held her ass cheek hard pinching up her big buttock, his thumb inside her crack levering it open. He tried to hold her big ass still as he looked down into her deep butt crease and saw her anus twitch and clench as the tip of his meat brushed against it. He looked up. The three locked eyes, awaiting some signal. Claire screamed “NOOOO!” at the top of her lungs and thrust her cunt against the table edge, clenching her big ass shut on his thumb, sobbing and screaming "NO" again and again as she pressed her cunt against the hardness of the unyielding table. Her guard grinned at the others and then in a swift motion he brought his knee up into her cunt with such force that Claire’s ass leapt up in the air, her big thighs straining against he ropes holding them as she screamed in agony. Her nude body sagged limply in her bonds. Now her big ass yawned open, the twin cheeks quivering. The largest guard nodded. The other two instantly thrust forward, each impaling his victim on his hard cock. Claire’s rapist rammed his fingers into the sot flesh of her big buttocks, squeezing and wrenching her ruddy cheeks wide open. Then he forced the head of his meat into her slack, unprepared orifice, dragging her ass back onto the head of his cock. He laughed as she hollered out her awful pain, laughed again when her hips bucked futilely back against him, unable to resist as his cock battered it’s way in. By now the three bound women were screaming in unison at the sudden, painful penetration of their asses. Desperately, each struggled against the cock so cruelly impaling her, their backs arching, their legs smacking into the table edges, and their muscles straining under that soft feminine skin. But there was no escape.

“NEGHHHHHHHUGHEE! God! NO! It’s TOO BIG.. NO!.. PLEASE TAKE IT OUT! MAKE HIM STOP OH PLEASE GOD MAKE HIM STOPPPP!!”, Wendy wailed!

“ FUCKING SHITTTTTTTT!!.... ARGHHHH TAKE IT OUT YOU, BLACK BASTARD.. GOD, BLOODY FUCK! FUCK! FUCKKKKKK!! IT HURTS.. IT HURTS! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU.. I’LL KILL ALL OF YOU FOR THIS! AHHH MY ARSE!!”, Cried Claire!

“ AHEEGee! NOeee... PLEASE.. PLEASE.. DON’T! I CAN‘T TAKE IT!! NOeee!!”, Agonized Andrea!

With their first thrust, each of the men had managed to sink their cock at least half way into their chosen victim’s butt hole. Each grimaced as their women’s hot, dry hole closed around their cocks, trying hard to crush it as the strong sphincter muscles at the entrance to each woman‘s ass tried desperately to eject the invader. But the three guards gathered their strength and thrust again. This time their cocks sank all the way inside their captive’s ass chute to an accompanying chorus of screams and curses from the three impaled women.

Each man stood there motionless, hunched over their chosen woman, their hands gripping that woman’s ass, their hard cock impaling her. For long moments, each man savored the feeling of his woman’s ass as it struggled to accommodate his cock’s penetration. He felt that ass alternated between struggling to shit out the invading cock and trying to expand to accommodate it. Then the three men began to actively sodomize the three captive women. They quickly built up the speed of their thrusts until each was plowing relentlessly into his victim’s ass hole, his cock a blur as it moved in and out of that tight hole, moved with the mechanical regularity of the piston on a steam engine.

The three women reacted differently to this brutal rape of their ass hole. Wendy’s virgin ass fought back desperately, even mindlessly, against the invader, determined to eject it no matter what the cost in pain. Her body arched and bucked as her ass closed around the impaling cock and fought to crush it and then shit it out, her face a rictus of agony, teeth gritted, nostrils flared. Andrea’s body fought back as well, but only briefly and without the intense desperation of Wendy‘s. As soon as her man’s cock had fully penetrated her, Andrea had groaned and lain passively on the table, her mind and body quickly surrendering to the cock invading her ass. Tears streamed from her tightly shut eyes, and her mouth lay open and panting as he mercilessly reamed her ass Through it all, the athletic blonde lay passively under the guard’s anal assault, her body moving in time with his powerful thrusts, soft pitiful moans escaping from her open mouth as he raped her ass.

Claire’s ass had readily expanded to accept the cock penetrating her. She was accustomed to, and even now was secretly aroused by the rough anal sex despite her protests to the contrary. Claire’s body had no difficulty in physically adjusting to the width and length of the guard’s huge cock. But while her body could accept the cock impaling her, her mind could not. Claire fought desperately against the penetration. Her thick, muscular body strained, frightening desperately to crawl out from under his impaling cock. Strong hands wrapped in her hair pinned her to the table. Her back arched and twisted, her big tits pressing against the tabletop, as she struggled to throw off the two hands griping her long brunette hair. The muscles of her strong arms flexed madly as she fought the unyielding steel of the handcuffs. Her thick, muscular legs bulged and flexed futilely against the ropes holding her ankles to the table legs. But, no matter how she struggled, she could not escape his impaling cock. All Claire could do was lie there on the table, her large breasts bulging out from underneath her, their soft flesh quivering, as her rapist relentlessly slammed his big cock up into her helpless butt, as he put all his strength into jack hammering her splayed ass with his hard cock. Streams of curses and threats of revenge, useless but all she had left to fight with, flew out of Claire’s mouth along with gobs of spittle. Through it all, Claire fought on despite the obvious futility of her struggle. In fact, it was that futility which drove her to fight even harder. Claire could not accept either her own helplessness or the inevitability of the sodomy. Her mind simply would not accept the humiliating reality that this was happening to her.

Even more humiliating to Claire than the fact she was being sodomized was that she knew that it would soon become glaringly obvious that her cunt was becoming aroused in spite of - or perhaps because- of the brutality of her forced sodomy. The fiery burning cock log being slammed in and out of her aching ass was beginning to arouse her! That cock had awakened her secret masochist desires, the ones she had hidden all her life even from herself. Her mind could not accept or understand how the burning pain and the intense humiliation she had just experienced- first the painful beating by these bastards and then that cock pistoned deep into her open asshole- could be making her cunt so wet. But it was. The pain and humiliation consuming her acted like fuel for the fire burning in her cunt. And the hissed cant of the guard as he hunched close over her back was adding to the humiliated excitement that was consuming her. His words cut cruelly through her, just as painful to Claire as the big cock impaling her ass or the way her ass burned as his open hand began to pound her meaty ass flanks again.

“Feel that meat whore. Feel it fuck that big, hot ass. SMACK! Feel it! Fuck your whore’s big fat hot ass. Fuck ass hard.....make you hot, whore. SMACK! All Brothers fuck big hot ass. Fuck your shit, Fill you up with man cum. Make you scream, make you bleed whore. SMACK! Make you cum too, big ass traitor whore! ! Make you cum as we shit fuck your fat bleeding ass”

Oblivious to the suffering of the two women lying there beside her, Claire was lost in her own Hellish world. Her strong body fought on against her degrading anal rape but her mind was totally absorbed in her own pain. Desperately she searched without success for an escape from the cruel reality of that hard cock raping her ass. His cock filled and dominated her. It felt huge inside her, far larger than any cock could possibly be. It felt as if he had thrust his arm up her ass instead of his cock. His big cock was moving so deeply inside her that Claire could hardly find the room to fill her lungs to scream or even to breathe. Instead, she was reduced to panting and growling like a dog. The burning painful itch of his penetration first had consumed her ass. Then it spread to her cunt, inflaming that as well with a burning itch which she could not scratch. The head of his cock was cresting the back of her cervix now. long hard thrusts moving inside her over and over again, making her belly tighten, her cunt contract. The tension build as the base of his meat stretched her ass hole, turning her once tight anal ring into a wide open "O" and sending white hot electric shocks throughout her body. In response, Claire started to move her ass back against the invading cock. She moaned in horror as she felt her body begin to respond to his cock, realizing this was the thin end of the wedge, that she was going to cum for these fucks. Cum and cum and cum.

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Default MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 7 Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 7

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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The attached story may be shared with others and freely posted in newsgroups and on the Internet, provided no money is charged to read this document, or if it is I am offered free entrance to that site in payment and no part of this document, including the notices and attached fiction are modified, and the original author is given proper credit for their work.


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 watched all this unfold before her eyes, helpless to interfere. Resigned to the inevitability of what was going on in front of her, Diana watched passively, her eyes filled with tears for the three women she had condemned to such suffering at the hands- and cocks -of the guards. She felt numb by now, mentally exhausted and increasingly detached from the reality of what was going on around her. Diana watched the three men brutally sodomize the young British POWs, seeing everything but feeling little. It was as if she were watching a very bad play put on for her benefit. She went passively when the Camp Commander took her arm and guided her around to stand at the side of the table by Claire’s and Andrea’s heads. Nor did she resist as he cuffed her hands behind her strong back. Diana did not even resist as he pushed her forward, gently shoving her hips against Andrea’s face while at the same time he held Andrea’s tear streaked face up by her blonde hair and ordered:

“Suck off your colonel, Whore! Lick her while Achmid rapes your ass. Pleasure your officer like a good little Whore, and perhaps, perhaps, I will stop anyone else from raping your ass after he finishes.”

Whimpering and terrified, the young blonde did as he ordered. She tentatively stuck out her tongue and made contact with Diana’s warm soft cunt lips. Humiliated but aroused, Diana could not control her response. She threw her head back as if an electric shock had hit her. Diana moaned softly and then edged her cunt toward the other woman, her body eager for more of Andrea’s soft, warm tongue. Beside her, the Camp Commander laughed and shoved on Diana’s ass, forcing her cunt harder against Andrea’s face as he gloated:

“What a Whore you are! All you can think of is your own pleasure. What of your duty now, you whore? Or do you prefer another woman’s lips to your honor? Yes, use her. She is nothing but a whore here for our pleasure. A whore like you. Use her! Rape her mouth as Achmid rapes her ass!”

Other guards began to crowd around Diana and Claire. One guard forced Claire’s head up, slapping his erect cock against her tear streaked face as he screamed “Whore” at her. Claire, her nude body shaking from the force of the cock pounding into her asshole, her cunt burning, still responded by challenging him to put that cock in her mouth.

“ARGHEE.. YOU BLEEDIN BASTARD.. GO AHEAD.. PUT IT IN.. I’LL BITE THE FUCKING END OFF YOU PIECE OF SHIT! YOU BLOODY SAND NIGGER!”

Instantly, a fist smacked the side of Claire’s face, making her see stars. Then multiple sets of hands grabbed her head and hair, wrenching it up and around, holding it still while another set of hands gripped her nose and yanked up on it. More fingers gripped her jaw, dragging it down as another hand forced leather covered, and steel ring gag into Claire’s mouth. They pushed it into her mouth, behind her teeth. They pulled the strap tight, snapping the gag upright inside her mouth. The leather was forced into her gums, cruelly wedging her mouth open. The strap was then fastened and pulled tight around her ruddy, bruised face. Claire's head was wrenched back. Seconds later, a cock appeared, thrusting deeply into Claire’s gagged mouth, its underside riding over her wet lolling tongue, and its head banging hard against the back of her throat. Claire gagged in response. The man riding her ass timed his thrusts to coincide with those of the man gag fucking Claire’s throat. Together they battered her body between them, their cocks alternately filling her at both ends with their hard cocks and then withdrawing, leaving Claire with a terrible empty feeling in her ass while at the same time she was desperately gasping for breath before the next thrust cut off her air once again.

Lying beside Claire, Wendy was treated in an identical manner. Despite her frantic struggles, a ring gag was thrust into her mouth and the buckle quickly secured behind her head. Instantly, the ring gag was followed by a large, hard cock as the guard raped her now open mouth. Then the two of them- Wendy and Claire- were brutally raped at both ends. Andrea was being treated no less degradingly- being fucked in the ass by Achmid as she licked Diana’s cunt- but she did not experience anything like the cruel frenzy of the four raping Wendy and Claire. Those four guards mercilessly pounded the mouths and asses of the two brunette women, trying to destroy them with their cocks.

To the watchers, the two women’s bodies made an arousing contrast as the four raped them at both ends. Claire’s thick sweat soaked body was stocky, muscular, and voluptuous while Wendy’s was slender, almost delicate, and petite in comparison. Moving in unison, the men’s hard masculine bodies rammed their cocks into both women’s asses, making those two very different asses shake in an identical manner from the brute force of their thrusts. At the same time, the two men man standing at the women's heads were ramming their cocks deep into the women’s gagged and open mouths in unison with the two raping the women‘s asses. They brutally choke fucked the two women, cutting off all but a small fraction of their air supply, leaving the women light headed and dazed. As they raped the women’s faces, the two men added insult to injury by rubbing their thick black pubic hair against the women’s faces, covering their noses with it, suffocating the women with the rancid odor of their unwashed masculinity as they struggled for each breath.

Not content with the pain and humiliation they were inflicting on Claire and Wendy, the guards found new ways to torment and degrade the two helpless women. They began to switch places, to play a cruel game of musical mouths and asses with Claire and Wendy. The man fucking Wendy’s asshole switched places with the man raping Claire’s mouth. As the horrified female Sergeant watched helplessly, a dark cock visibly stained with Wendy’s light brown shit was pressed against her face and then slapped across her grimacing face. Holding her cruelly by the hair, the grinning guard slowly thrust his cock's shit smeared length through the ring gag into Claire’s open mouth. Her tear streaked face was a picture of horror as Claire went cross-eyed watching it slither in. The taste of the other woman’s shit, the shit of a woman Claire detested, overwhelmed the taste buds of her tongue, making Claire gag as it filled her mouth with that vile bitter taste. Claire retched violently, the bile rising from her stomach, her body bucking and jolting wildly in protest at this new humiliation. . But the head of the cock filling her mouth blocked her throat, trapping the hot bile and forcing Claire to choke it down or suffocate. When the foul tasting cock was momentarily withdrawn, it was all that Claire could do to suck in a shallow breath in the fraction of a second she had before that cock was rammed back through her open mouth and deep into her throat.

At the same time the guard's rough hands grabbed Claire's big red cheeks and dragged them apart to display her deep shit slick ass crack, her anal ring stretched obscenely wide by the cock raping her. He pulled his cock out, leaving Claire's ass empty. He stared down into the deep open tunnel of red and brown that was Claire's ass chute. Then he viciously filed that empty space again, thrusting his fat hard phallus deep into her, making Claire’s hips lift from the force of it’s thrust and forcing muffled, squealing gurgles of pain from his chosen bitch. Humiliated though she was, Claire might have drawn some comfort from the knowledge that Wendy; the woman she despised so, was suffering the same torment, the same terrible humiliation of being forced to eat Claire’s shit. But Claire was lost in her own world of suffering, too obsessed with her own suffering to spare a thought for Wendy. Back and forth the four grinning guards switched, moving their cocks from tight, hot ass hole to wet, hot mouth and back again until they could hold out no longer.

The men raping the two women’s mouths thrust their cocks deep into their throats and then remained hilt deep in their straining faces. They pumped into the women's throats with short brutal thrusts, the men's balls churning and tightening as they approached climax. Claire’s rapist had her by the shoulders, arching her back painfully as he brutally battered her ass with mounting ferocity. Maddened by his desire to dominate Claire, his cock thrusts made her butt cheeks bounce and shudder with every loud, wet slap of his hips. Wendy’s slim hips were held hard to the table, pressed against the unyielding wood by the guard's big strong hands as her rapists cock slammed in and out of her tight asshole, moving faster and faster with each progressively longer and deeper strokes. The guard buggering Claire began to grunt loudly as his stokes up her ass became progressively deeper and harder as well. His heavy, tight balls slammed into Claire’s cunt as he sadistically smashed the fuck out of her heaving butt, using his cock as a weapon against her. Suddenly he stiffened, crying out with sadistic glee, his fuck meat hilt deep in Claire’s straining ass hole as her big buttocks clenched vice like around his cock, squeezing it, crushing it’s base until he unleashed an enormous jet of semen into her spastic rectum.

Wendy’s whimpering turned into a stifled wail of horror as the cock up her straining ass was pile driven deeper than ever before, violently throbbing inside her cramping bowels. In an instant her intestines were flooded with hot, all consuming seed. Beside her, Claire gagged and made choking sounds, her mind in shock as the cock in her throat began to thump load after load into her unwilling throat. Wendy’s wail terminated in a choking gag as the man raping her mouth emptied himself into it. Semen burst out of her snorting nostrils as she choked on the ocean of cum filling her mouth, struggling desperately to swallow the thick wad his cock was pumping into her gullet. He seemed to Windy to take an eternity to empty himself into her mouth. He held her by the ears and violently hammered his crotch into her face, every few seconds shooting new wads of his cum into her mouth. The guards showered the two women with their hot cum. The four men had managed to cum within a few seconds of each other, each ejaculation triggered by the sight of the one preceding it. Both Claire and Wendy got a double dose of thick hot man cum- one in their ass hole and one delivered deep into their throats.

Clair dragged in a ragged breath as the cock was ripped from her throat, still spewing semen in thin jets all over her blue tinged face, She spluttered and gasped, sperm ballooning and popping out of her mouth. The cum drooled out of her ring gagged lips and down her chin as the cock was yanked from her ass. She flexed and groaned, her legs straightening in shock as cool air rushed into the yawning, open hole of her vacated shit hole. Wendy’s ears were released. Her tongue pushed out the half hard cock as she gagged and wretched, desperate to get the head of his cock out of her raw throat. She gasped, trying desperately to suck in some air. But she wretched again as she spewed his semen out, letting it run down her chin onto the floor. Her ass was vacated, leaving her with an awful empty feeling. Involuntarily, she let out a disgusting squelching fart, and then cringed in humiliation at the mocking laughter of the guards who had just raped her. For a moment, Claire thought her ordeal was over. But, as soon as the four men had stepped away from the two helpless women, they were replaced by another set of four guards.

These new rapists attacked Claire’s and Wendy’s open, cum covered holes with identical vigor- and brutality. Diana shuddered as she watched Claire’s eyes go wide in horror as another thick cock was bounced in front of her helpless face, a new hand snagging her hair as he fed that hard cock into her open, vulnerable mouth. Claire's hips moved in response as another cock slid up and down her slick crease before being roughly forced into her shitter, Diana couldn’t tear her eyes away as the four new guards relentlessly battered the two women’s sweat slick bodies between them, only pausing in their rapid, relentless thrusts to switch positions, to feed a cock smeared with one woman‘s warm shit into the other‘s mouth. Diana watched in disgust as they raped Claire and Wendy, saw how much they were enjoying humiliating the two women as they slapped each woman’s face with their crap stained meat and force fed each helpless woman the other woman's shit via their cocks.

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