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Sorry all working on the next parts should be up in about a week 10 days, work keeps getting in the way! If any of you have mini women in uniform fantasies feel free to post them here or images of our favourite uniformed women cheers MG
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MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 20

Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

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

ANYONE WHO MAY BE OFFENDED BY THIS STUFF PLEASE DO NOT READ. YOU WERE WARNED OK!

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental.

This story is intended for ADULTS only.
IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 PLEASE DO NOT READ.

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This story is fantasy! (not real, Fantasy OK) and involves the gang rape of a woman. It is very nc. If you are under 18 or offended by such material please do not read.

FANTASY IS FANTASY! RAPE IS REAL AND HURTS PEOPLE AND DESTROYS LIVES KEEP THAT STRAIGHT IN YOUR HEAD!!

Copyright Mad Gerald 2014.

Our Brave Allies

The Commander surveyed the room with some satisfaction. To his left Diana and Beate were surrounded by the three Jihadees. While one sodomized Diana and by proxy dildo fucked Beate, the other two anxiously waited their turn, amusing themselves by running their hands over the two American women. who were helpless to resist them, Beate’s arms and feet being bound to the pole and Diana, trapped as she was between the Jahidee plowing into her now open asshole and Beate, being just as effectively immobilized. There was nothing the two could do as hard fingers probed Beate’s asshole while others weighed both pairs of breasts and cruelly twisted the swollen red nubs topping them. As the Commander watched, the first man gave out a shout and wrapped his arms around Diana’s sweat slick torso. He held her in this bear hug as he jack hammered his cock into her in a series of rapid thrusts, then thrust deep and held himself there as he emptied himself into her open asshole, filling her bowels with his hot man cum. As soon as he staggered away from Diana, the second man took his place, plugging Diana’s wide open, cum dripping asshole with his cock as he took up where the first man had left off, slamming his cock brutally into her and riding the screaming woman like a madman. Turning his attention to his right, the Commander watched as Wahlid rutted into the exhausted Sheri, her pale, sweat shiny body jerking violently up and down in time with his brutally powerful cock thrusts. She hung there in her bonds, her body limp, no longer resisting Wahlid’s rape. She had been literally battered into submission by Wahlid‘s manhood. Moving closer, the Commander could clearly see the look of agony on Sheri’s face as Wahlid’s cock continued to pound relentlessly into her brutally stretched cunt. The Commander considered for a moment the angle of her head and smiled. Yes, he thought, the number 2 camera would capture that look. He had, after all, spent a great deal of time making sure that every inch of the stage, the booths, and the bondage frame on the floor was covered. This night’s work would no doubt become very popular viewing, not only for him but for the entire higher echelon of the Brotherhood , and perhaps even for some of their more generous supporters.

He turned his head further to the right and watched the Jihadee sodomizing the bound Marine Major. The muscular brunette’s blindfolded face was turned upward, looking almost directly at camera number 4. Her mouth was open in a scream of pure agony. Her muscular body was rigid, her pale, whip stripped skin glistened as the sweat covering her nude body reflected the harsh light of the spotlights converging on the bondage frame which held her. The man raping her had both of the big woman’s nipples stretched at least four inches beyond her now cone shaped breasts and was twisting them like the dial on a radio, turning the red nipples white. As he tortured her breasts, he continued to frantically ride the muscular woman’s asshole, the force of his thrusts into her ass literally lifting the bigger woman up to her tiptoes. The Commander was impressed by the sheer brutality of the man’s approach. It is sad that God wills this Brother to martyrdom, he thought. He would have made an excellent guard. But then he shrugged. Who was he to question the will of Allah, blessed be his name.

Dismissing that thought, the Commander turned his attention to the other POWs. Ignored by the Jihadees, they still knelt by the booths where the Jihadees had left them. Each knelt submissively, distinguishable in the dim light of the booths only by their hair color- a blonde , a brunette, and a red head. Each had assumed the mandatory position, legs spread to showcase their shaven cunts, arms dangling at their sides, the chain linking their elbows behind their backs making any other position impossible, and with heads downcast, their hair hanging forward enough to partially obscure their faces. He could see each of them stealing glances up at the multiple rapes taking place onstage. Good, he thought, let them see what awaits them. As he watched, the Jihadee who had been the first to rape Diana’s ass returned to a booth. Exhausted by the ass fucking he had inflicted on Diana, he staggered to the booth and dropped heavy into the seat . for several moments he simply sat there, staring into space with a dazed look on his face. Then the Commander watched as he causally reached out and grabbed the hair of one of the nearest POW , the hair of the redheaded one, Captain Summer Burke. He pulled her toward himself by her shoulder length red hair, forcing Summer to frantically scramble to him on her knees or lose a handful of hair. Once between his legs, Captain Burke looked up at him only to be confronted by his limp cock, still covered with his cum and the filth of Diana’s asshole, dangling there just at the end of her nose. The Commander saw her bend her head forward and then saw her head begin to move up and down in the smiling man lap. What he could not see were the tears of humiliation streaming down Summer’s face as she submissively sucked his cock clean. Nor the look of revulsion that came over it as the bitter taste of cock and shit filled her mouth. Nor could he see the look of fear in her eyes as the man’s cock slowly began to harden in her mouth.

Instead, the Commander turned his attention back to the events on stage. As he watched, the second Jihadee came in Diana’s asshole and pulled out, opening the way for the one remaining Jihadee to take his shot at the brunette’s open, cum dripping ass. On the other side of the stage, Wahlid was obviously close to cumming as well. He had his Blonde POW in a bear hug, crushing the perfect cones of her breasts against his hairy chest as he plowed into her cunt again and again, making her entire body shake from the violence of his thrusts. Wahlid buried his monstrous penis one more time deep inside Sheri and then froze, his body straining, every one of his massive muscles in relief, as he shot his massive load of cum deep into his victim’s womb. He held her tight against his sweaty body for a long moment, his hips periodically making small thrusts as he emptied the last of his cum into her. Then he reluctantly released Sheri’ and stepped back. She hung limply in her bonds, her head down, her breathing regular but shallow. Already a veritable river of his cum was running out of Sheri’s open cunt. The thick white stream flowed slowly down her left inner tight and showed no sign of slowing. Wahlid stood there for a moment, staring at her limp form with a wolf like grin lighting up his normally somber face, his massive cock still dripping cum as it slowly began to shrink. Wahlid turned his face toward the Commander, his visage going more somber again though a trace of that predatory smile still remained . The Commander smiled to himself. He knew what was on Whalid’s mind. He wants to go back to his little slut, the Commander thought. He wants to return to fucking that little Asian whore he had in his quarters, Nguy.. Nguyen, yes, Private Becky Nguyen. Well, she is new, he thought, and no doubt still deliciously tight. But he would be satisfied to have his taste of her once Wahlid had finished breaking in that trembling little body of hers. Though, he supposed, she wouldn’t be quite so tight after Wahlid was finished with her. Wahlid left his mark on every POW, but the Commander suspected that the mark Wahlid would leave on that one’s mind and body would be even deeper and more lasting than with any of the other’s. It will, he decided, be interesting to see the results after Wahlid is finished with her. Still, the Commander shook his head in amazement at Wahlid’s capacity for rape. Even now, after filling the Blonde whore with his cum, he still had the desire and , no doubt, the ability to leave another load in the Asian whore’s tight little cunt. The Commander shook his head again and smiled, and then abruptly nodded, letting Wahlid know that he could indeed return to his new whore toy. As Wahlid left the stage, he was followed by the remaining Jihadee, leaving only the three women on the stage.

The Commander turned his attention back to the women on stage. Diana clung to Beate with both arms around the other woman’s neck, her legs apparently too weak to support her. The Commander’s eye was drawn to Diana’s ass hole. It was an open, black hole ringed by the angry red circle of her stretched sphincter and slowly dripping thick white cum. The white cum dripped from it to run down Diana’s left leg in a slow moving stream that already reached half way down Diana’s thigh. Beate appeared to be unconscious. She remained upright only because she was tightly bound to the pole. Her head hung down on Diana’s shoulder, her sweat soaked dark hair mixing with Diana’s. Still joined by the dildo, the only movement from the two women was the rise and fall of their sweat covered torsos. The two were desperately sucking air into their starved lungs. Too exhausted to speak, Diana and Beate lay against each other, breast to breast, their bare sweat shiny torsos heaving as if they had just run a race. Each woman’s clitoris still throbbed with a burning pain, the nerves scrapped raw by the metal studs on both sides of the dildo still buried in Beate’s cunt. Diana’s ass, left an open hole dripping cum by the humiliating triple sodomy she had just endured, burned intensely as well. But as tears of pain and humiliation ran down Diana’s cheeks, no such tears appeared on Beate’s. Instead, Beate smiled and turned her head slightly to press her lips against Diana’s ear. she whispered,

“ Thank you. I.. I came, you know. Despite what they did to us, you made me cum. I love you, Diana.”

The commander gestured to the waiting guards. There was much to do. Two of the guards brought hookahs filled with hashish to the exhausted Jihadees. Three lay sprawled in the booths, each with one of the female POWs kneeling submissively between their spread legs, engaged in cleaning the three men’s shit stained cocks with their tongues. The fourth Jihadee had finally spent himself in Sam’s reamed ass hole and was now staggering back to the booths to join his comrades these. Drained, he dropped onto the booth seat and turned his attention to the hashish, taking up one of the hookah’s mouthpieces, and eagerly filling his lungs with the sweet smelling smoke. As he joined the other Jihadees in seeking chemical refreshment , two of the guards dragged the nude, limp body of the nearly unconscious, female Marine officer over to him and threw her onto the floor at his feet. The exhausted Jihadee looked down at her whip stripped, nude body and slowly exhaled the narcotic smoke from his lungs. A big smile grew on his face as he stared down at Sam‘s beaten, exhausted form. After several drags on the hookah, he overcame his lethargy enough to use his foot to turn her body onto her side so that he could watch his cum slowly dripped out of the gapping, open “O” of the big female Marine’s asshole. He took another pull on the hookah as he watched the white steam flow across her red stripped butt cheek to form a puddle on the dirty floor. Already, he could feel the drug began to hit him. His cock stirred again. Seeing how the others were so causally using the kneeling POWs as their suck toys, he decided to do the same. He used the chain of the handcuffs holding Sam’s arms behind her strong back to drag her closer and then to lift the unresisting Sam to her knees between his legs. Then he used one hand in her short hair to hold the half conscious woman’s head erect as he fed her his shit stained cock. He hissed in pleasure as he felt the wet warmth of her mouth close around his cock and as the softness of her tongue moved against the sensitive underside of his cock. Still holding her head erect with one hand in her hair, he reached down to her whip stripped breasts, captured one of Sam’s large red nubs, and twisted it, turning it as he would the dial on a radio. As he twisted her nipple, the whipped and exhausted female Marine officer moaned and stirred. To exhausted to fight, Sam began to submissively suck on his cock, the bitter taste of her own ass filling her mouth. He used his grip on her short hair to move her head back and forth on his cock, forcing her to fuck his cock. The Jihadee leaned back and took another drag of the hookah as she worked on his cock. There were loud sucking sounds emulated from Sam’s mouth as she submissively serviced the cock of the man who had just whipped and sodomized her. Sounds identical to those coming from the mouths of the other three POWs . CFU
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MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 21

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

Two other guards now followed the Commander on stage to rearrange the women for the next entertainment. Roughly they dragged Diana away from Beate, painfully ripping the dildo from Beate’s cunt. One guard grabbed each of Diana’s arms and walked her to the opposite end of the stage to where Sheri hung limply in the metal frame. One supported Diana’s weight as the other removed the dildo from Diana and strapped it onto Sheri. The two guards then strapped Diana’s arms above her head to the frame securing Sheri. They left her feet unbound as one guard lifted her and the other guided the dildo’s head, already slick from Beate’s cream, into Diana’s cunt. Now she was the one impaled on the dildo. It sank painfully deep into her, leaving Diana face to face - their lips almost touching- with Sheri. All of Diana’s weight was resting uncomfortably on her bound arms and on the dildo impaling her. As Diana rose to her tip toes to try to take the pressure off, she felt a pair of soft breasts press against her back. At the same time, she felt something hard press against her ass and then the softness of another woman‘s breasts pressing against her back.. After a moment’s confusion, Diana’s mind cleared enough to realized that they had strapped another studded dildo onto Beate and positioned her behind Diana/.

As the Commander watched, two guards holding Beate’s arms pulled them around Diana. Then they tied one end of a short piece of rope to Beate’s left hand, ran the rope behind Sheri’s back, and then tied the remaining end to Beate’s other hand, leaving Beate‘s arms outstretched with her hands resting against the outside swell of Sheri‘s breasts, crushed as they were by Diana’s larger, flesher breasts. Another piece of rope was positioned just under Diana’s breasts and then wrapped around both Diana and Beate, flattening Beate’s breasts against Diana’s back bodies as their sweaty, panting nude bodies were tied tightly together and abruptly sinking Beate’s cold, hard dildo deep into the open, cum filled “O” of Diana‘s asshole.. Diana moaned as its hardness filled her. At least its hardness was able to fill the awful emptiness that had existed there after her recent gang sodomies Standing on her tip toes, Diana wiggled her hips, trying to settle the dildo in her ass, grateful now for the lubricating cum the men had left in her ass. The men left Diana like that, sandwiched between her two subordinates, their warm, sweaty bodies pressed against her breasts and back, their dildos filling her cunt and ass, their hot breath brushing against her neck and shoulders. She could feel Beate’s soft cheek press against her own as the other woman rested her chin on Diana’s shoulder, putting both of them face to face with Sheri. Exhausted by the rapes they had just endured, the three women could do little more than hang in their bonds and wait for their captors‘ next move.

The three did not have long to wait. As the Jihadees gathered their strength for their next assault on the POWs, the Commander intended to entertain them by whipping both Sheri and Beate in order to force them to fuck Diana with his clever pain dildos. For this purpose , he had sent for the Algerian twins, Kamir and Amir, to whip Beate and Sheri. The two brothers were well known to Sheri and Beate. The two women had frequently suffered at their hands since it amused the Commander to use the Algerian twins to abuse his POW “twins” . Just the previous night the two brothers had brutally double penetrated a helplessly bound and blindfolded Sheri as the Commander forced an equally helpless Beate to watch - and sodomized her at the same time. The brothers were to use leather straps tonight, instruments chosen both because of the satisfying “whamp” they produced with each blow, and because, while they would inflict painful bruising, they were unlikely to cut the women‘s skin. The pain of a single blow from the strap was not- compared to much the two had experienced in the basement torture rooms- that terrible. But it built with each blow, turning their asses into bright red, raging infernos. Instinctively the two tried to endure the pain in order to shield Diana, tried to remain still to keep from hurting Diana with their studded dildos. For five strokes they were able to stoically accept the pain without moving. But, after the six stroke, both began to move their hips in response to the strap‘s cruel caress. With each succeeding blow their hips move moved a bit more until by the time Karim had delivered his fifteenth blow, Beate was sinking her dildo all the way into Diana’s open ass each time the strap smacked her bright red ass. It was the same with Sheri.. Despite her bravest efforts, she could not remain still. Instead, she was burying her studded dildo deep into Diana’s cunt each time the strap kissed her burning ass.

Karim would land a blow driving Beate’s dildo deep into Diana’s ass, and then Amir would land one driving Sheri’s dildo into Diana’s cunt. The see-sawing sensation drove Diana crazy as both her holes were successively filled and then emptied while at the same time the sharp metal studs at the dildo’s base grated painfully -first against the swollen ring of her fucked out sphincter and then against her ultra sensitive clit, already bruised and battered when she had been forced to fuck Beate. Diana could feel the tears from Beate’s face dropping onto the skin of her shoulder. She could see similar tears of pain streaming down Sheri’s agony ridden face. She could feel the other women’s strong young bodies shudder each time the strap struck them. She did not blame Sheri or Beate for the pain they were inflicting on her with their dildos. Instead, because it was her girls dong this, Diana found herself beginning to relax her bruised and exhausted body. She opened herself to the dildos that were filling her ass and cunt. She closed her eyes, shutting out her surroundings, allowing her confused mind to imagine that the three of them were alone. She conjured up an erotic fantasy she had once had, one she had masturbated herself to sleep with long , long ago. In it, Diana imagined that Beate and Sheri had taken control, tied her up, and were now fucking her to climax after climax. Caught up in her alternate reality, Diana relaxed, finally giving herself the permission she needed to let her girls bring her off.

Sweep up by the images in her mind, Diana groaned and thrust her butt back at Beate as Beate’s dildo again sank painfully deep into Diana’s open ass. She pressed her face forward into Sheri’s. Her lips searched frantically for Sheri’s. She found Sheri’s mouth open in an exclamation of pain and covered it with her own, her tongue thrusting into Sheri’s mouth just as Sheri’s dildo thrust deep into her cunt. Overcoming the pain, caught up in her fantasy, Diana hung there between them, her body pressed tightly against their’s as she softly called out their names, telling them that she loved them, and urging them to fuck her. For Diana the watching men were as forgotten as was the vicious sound of the belt striking the girls’ soft flesh. All she could think of was the warm female flesh pressing against her back and breasts and the hardness filling her. The pain had become part of the pleasure she felt, stoking her excitement as those incredibly hard plastic cocks thrust deep into her, filling her, stretching her, like nothing she had ever experienced before, even here.

Beate and Sheri were not so fortunate. For them , the pain not only remained, but was now totally consuming their bodies and their minds. For the twins, there was no pleasure, no fantasy. Just the burning pain. With their asses burning from repeated blows from the belt and the metal studs of the dildo scrapping their sensitive clitoris raw, they could not think beyond the pain. It was their only reality. Unable to understand Diana’s strange conduct, they could only stared into each other’s tear filled eyes , struggling to find there the strength to endure the pain that threatened to overwhelm them both. They felt none of the pleasure- however brutal- that Diana was receiving.

In contrast, the watchers took nothing but pleasure from the scene before them. Each of the four Jihadees were enthralled by the sight of the three hated America female flyers locked in this obscene tableau . Their minds clouded by the hashish,, their cocks rapidly reviving under the combined effects of that drug and the four wet, unwilling mouths submissively worshipping the men’s cocks., the four Jihadees began to cheer and to call upon the Algerian brothers to strike harder. It took only the Commander’s brief invitation to participate to bring them out of their seats and up on the stage. Their inhabitations totally forgotten now, the first two Jihadees to reach the stage- one of them Sam’s rapist - simply took the straps from the Algerians and then pushed them aside. They welded the straps with great enthusiasm, if little skill, raining blow after blow down upon Beate’s and Sheri’s exposed asses. The two quickly fell into a new rhythm, their straps landing on Beate’s and Sheri’s asses at the identical moment. Suddenly both dildos were being driven deep into Diana’s holes simultaneously rather than in quick succession. Her body was crushed between the sweaty naked bodies of her subordinates as both thrust into her at the same time, thrusting with enough force to knock the breath out of her. But far worse than that was the way Diana was now being impaled- stuffed beyond endurance- by the two unyielding plastic cocks the men’s straps were driving ever deeper into her. Diana quickly realized that there was room inside her for only one of the two cocks at a time. She arched her back and screamed in pain as the two dildos collided within her, separated by only a thin membrane, fighting over what little space there was to be had in Diana‘s pubic region.. It felt to Diana as if she was being torn apart, stretched to the breaking point like some human wishbone, as the two dildos pulled her in opposite directions.

But Diana’s screams only excited the Jihadees further. It drove them on, increasing the fury of the blows they were raining upon the twins asses. The harder they beat their asses, the harder the twins drove their dildos into Diana. Their asses on fire, their clits rubbed raw ,and now bleeding, and with tears of pain streaming down their cheeks, Beate and Sheri also gave voice to their pain, their screams joining Diana’s in a Devil‘s chorus. Trapped between the two, Diana was battered and impaled beyond endurance. Stretched and filled beyond her limits by this double penetration, her clit crushed , its nerve endings rubbed raw, Diana could only respond by doing the unthinkable. She came. Loudly and unmistakably, she came, her body convulsing in an unmistakable climax. Then, her senses overloaded, Diana passed out, her body hanging limply in its bonds as the two women continued to pump their dildos in and out of it. .

The sight of Diana’s body arching up into her climax, accented by the mixture of extreme pain and raw pleasure so evident on Diana’s upturned face, drove the Jihadees over the edge. The two whipping Beate and Sheri suddenly threw down their straps and fell upon the girls’ asses. Without warning or preparation, they buried their hard cocks deep into the twins’ sore, whipped asses. As these two impaled the twins, the other two Jihadees retreated to the booths where the other female POWs knelt and watched in horror. Ignoring the blonde Allison and the big, short haired Marine, the two grabbed the brunette Revlon and the red headed Summer, pulling them from their knees by their long hair and throwing the two whimpering women face down over opposite ends of the booth seat. Without further preparation, the two young men impaled the squirming women on their cocks, brutally sodomizing their dry, unlubricated ass holes without concern for the pain they inflicted - or suffered- in the course of their penetration. In seconds, Summer’s and Revlon’s screams joined those of Beate and Sheri. With their elbows bound behind their backs, the two were helpless to resist as the two men held them down on the booth’s leather seat, resting their weight on the one hand they held pressed against the women’s upper backs. At the same time, they wrapped their other hand in each woman’s hair and roughly pulled her head back and to the side at a ninety degree angle until the each woman’s jaw was over her shoulder. As they sodomized Summer and Revlon, the men kept their eyes locked on the women’s faces, savoring the pain filling those faces as they brutally rode the captive flyer‘s ass holes. And ride the women they did, straddling their bucking bodies, their cocks buried deep in the women’s burning asses. They fucked as though consumed by a mad frenzy, humping wildly into the women, appearing to be trying to pound the life out of the two screaming women with their cocks. Her vision blurred by the tears filling her eyes, Summer could just see out Revlon‘s face out of the corner of her eye, a face held suspended in the air a few inches from her own. What she saw terrified her. It was the face of the damned, a suffering face straight from the depths of Hell. Mouth open in a red “O”, eyes wide open and unfocused, tears streaming down her cheeks; Revlon’s whole face was a mask of overwhelming pain. It was also the twin to Summer‘s own tear streaked face.

On stage, the twins were in even greater agony. Tightly bound, they could nothing more than stare helplessly into each other’s tear filled eyes as their sore asses were brutally sodomized by two hard cocks. Pain from three sources - the burning from the cocks reaming out their stretched anal passage, the pressure of the men’s hips against the raw, sensitive skin of their whipped ass cheeks, and the unrelenting grinding of the dildo’s metal studs against their swollen, raw clits- washed over their bodies. Any of the three would have been enough to bring screams to the lips even of women as brave as these two. Combined, the effect was unendurable. Their screams echoed off the walls of the club, but served only to stimulate their drug addled attackers to greater frenzy. The men’s steel hard cocks were a blur as they repeatedly plowed into the girls’ stretched assholes. At this rate, the men could not last long. It took only a few more thrusts before they came, filling those raped assholes with a flood of hot, white man cum. But even then the two Jihadees did not stop sodomizing the two POWs. Their cocks remained hard from the effects of the drug, allowing the men to continue to rape Beate’s and Sheri’s asses even after they had cum. Their cocks continued to explode into the two POW’s asses with tremendous force, enough force to cause globs of thick cum to spurt out of the women’s raped asses onto the men’s pubic hair. Their teeth gritted, their faces masks of hate, the men continued to grind their cocks into Beate’s and Sheri’s ass holes, now using their cocks as instruments of torture, intent upon using them to inflict pain upon the captured American flyers instead of to achieve pleasure for themselves.
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MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 22

Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

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

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.
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Our Brave Allies

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

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

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Fucking Police!

Story By Mad Gerald

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FANTASY IS FANTASY! RAPE IS REAL AND HURTS PEOPLE AND DESTROYS LIVES KEEP THAT STRAIGHT IN YOUR HEAD!!

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This fucking piece of shit policewoman she was a big girl 6'2" really chunky strong, blonde hair tied back on her head, black combat trousers tight around her hips and groin, breasts filling her black uniform shirt. She stopped me in my car, gave me loads of shit and breathalysed me then impounded my car even though it was negative. The morning after they let me out of the cells, fuck I was angry, frustrated and real angry!

I had done nothing I stood across from the police station wondering what to do next, and fuck there she is coming out of the cop shop fleece on looking tired. I follow her she stops at a shop I go in behind her, her ass is wide and full butt straining the material, she's really chunky big tits must be 36D they fill the fleece. She buys some food off she goes walks straight by me doesn't even recognise me I'm just another piece of shit!

Right I follow her to her house a terrace not to far away, she goes in theres a cat, no man. The streets quiet, not a soul about, I smile to myself admiring the ample parking. I walk down the street and turn back to see her draw the upstairs curtains.

I set off for home, I phone a couple of friends.

The next morning she comes down the street looking tired walks right by the van outside her house she unzips her fleece and takes it off she goes in the pocket and puts the key in the lock and opens the door, I am behind her I smack her head with a cosh real hard she goes flying in hits the hall floor spins over drags herself up as I fly in the door and kick her face she catches my foot and deflects me scrambling up and down the hall I hear the van door slam and my mates pile in behind and round me, past me she gets to the phone as Dino a 6"4 Angolan grabs her by the throat and slaps the phone away.

She kicks and stuggles as he squeezes the breathe from her, she knees him in the nuts and ducks out of his grip, her ass is big and stiff in her police trousers as she turns. Jase kicks her in the belly knocking the air from her. Dino punches her shocked pale face from the side, she goes down landing on her side, her legs slump open. I hear the door slam shut behind us, She gets a foot under her in her service boots and braces herself to get up her big wide cunt is hard against the material of her police combat trousers a fat camel toe! I run up and kick her in the cunt as hard as I can she yelps like fuck her ass jolting back, head hitting the wall, she slumps to the hall floor stunned. Dino laughs and kneels on her throat as i wrench her trousers open and drag the fuckers down her big strong thighs.

Shes got big white pants on, she fights like fuck kicking and struggling as we get her legs up and over to one side. Dino grips her knee with his hand pinning it down, so i can drag them off her ass. She has big stiff white cheeks, she gurgles and chokes as Jase pulls her legs further over, I drag her pants down she strains and struggles and I see her asshole and hairy blonde cunt.

I spit on her dirty shithole and lever myself up dragging my hard meat out and wank it and then stuff it to her shitter she tries to pull away wailing flexing her big hips, trying to keep me out. Dino tells her to shut it and punches her she jolts shocked, stunned.

I grip the length of my hard dick to strengthen it and force the head of it into her tight ring. Fuck its tight, it starts to go in, I press harder, feeling it give, her thighs jolt as it pops in her asshole gripping it I gasp, fuck its hot in there i make it go in deeper she grunts like an animal and tries to lift her ass away. "Get the fuck off me you fuckin Arghhhhh!" Dino chokes her off.

I laugh and go with it sinking deeper fuck she doesnt like that straining and bitching I start to bugger her hard. Forcing it into her to my nuts she makes a choking noise as I bottom out in her shitter its starting to loosen up now as i slide in and out of her humid velvet hole. I notice Chas to my side videoing it on his phone wanking his meat as he watches me rape her ass he says "fuck the pig Pete fuck the pig!" I grab her hips and do really thrusting into her ass hard I slip out and she farts and we all laugh I stuff it back in and slap her big cheeks making them jolt stiffly I start butt fucking her like a man possessed as she grunts and gasps she wails "No!" As I thrust full in her.

I feel my nuts tightening I pull out and we force her over and up on her knees i sink back into her gaping shitter Dino has her around the neck she still has her stab vest on and i grip her shoulders grinning at the sign "POLICE" across her back I start fucking her ass like dog on heat slamming into her big fleshy butt cheeks I hear my self "cunt you fucking cunt in your shitty ass!"

I grip her hips and fuck for all I'm worth her arse squelching and farting as I beast it ramming deep pulling her big butt to me I dump a huge wad into her bowels as she sobs, I feel each hard jet shoot into her and stay there gasping the heat of her ass making the head of my cock ache I laugh and pull out she farts wetly and my cum tumbles out Chas gets me out of the way and he forces his meat up her swerving ass "Please!" I hear from her as he starts to bugger her. I stand up pulling my clothes together and watch as he rapes her ass hard quickly Cumming in her.

He pulls out leaving a trail of semen from her abused asshole to her pants

She bursts into action struggling and fighting Dino hard she almost gets up but he headbutts her and she slumps unconscious he laughs and gets his cock out, it makes mine look puny, he slaps it against her slack face then drags her mouth open and forces it in, he fucks her face, pulls out and then pulls her to him on her side he forces his huge meat into her just raped shitter "Cheers Nicely lubed boys!" He starts to heave into her big white ass.
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A Happy New Year to you too! Lots of great stuff created during 2014, even if I always prefer a single outnumbered heroine, rather than multiple ones. "Fucking Police" was a great start. More to come?
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A New Beginning
by Soprano84 Edited and added to by Mad Gerald

Sorry for the wait everyone Enjoy! MG

MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 24

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

This takes place after Whalid leaves the stage in part 20!

Whalid grunted mightily as he continued to drive the “Spear of Islam” deep into the Asian pussy before him, the scar ridges on his 12 inch cock adding additional torment to United States Army Private Becky Nguyen. In the near week since her initiation into the world of the rape camp, the huge Whalid had used and abused her every day, leaving no hole unfucked or unfilled with his cum.
It was late morning at the moment; her first fuck of the day after a night where she was actually allowed to sleep unmolested (although a vibrator was still secured to her throbbing clit, left there just in case Whalid wanted to lay back and listen to her moans) although he’d started off with whipping her as a pick-me-up.

At this moment she was suspended from the ceiling of Whalid’s personal quarters; she’d not seen outside the room since that first awful day. Her ankles were pulled behind her back, secured to her wrists, which were bound together. The harness that she hung from was attached to a single hook in the ceiling and supported her under her shoulders, mid-back, and upper legs, just under her ass. She could be suspended either face up or face down. For this fucking, Whalid had hung her face up, so her head fell backwards in agony, her back arched by the restraints, forcing her tits out.

Allah had gifted Whalid with a true virgin, and he had enjoyed Nguyen’s tight, tanned, pristine, young body from the start. She was 18 years old, stood 5' 4" and only weighed 90 lbs or so. Although her mother was Vietnamese, her father was an American of Mediterranean descent, so she had a very exotic look to her. She had firm, good sized tits and a round ass. Compared to his 6' 6" frame and 200+ lbs of muscle she was as a bug next to him. The vast size difference inflamed him; he was able to dominate her simply by looking at her. His 12 inch cock was a massive and potent weapon against any of the women, but against Nguyen’s slight frame it resembled a baseball bat.

He felt himself building to climax and – after a few more brutal slams into Becky’s abused snatch – withdrew his mighty tool and spun his toy around. Her nipples were pinched in strong clamps connected with a short length of chain. He gripped the chain and yanked up hard. Becky cried out in new pain, a cry that was stifled when Whalid jammed his stiff member partially in her mouth and jacked himself until he came. He didn’t feel his pole was far enough in her mouth, so he again he gave pain to her tits and forced more of his spurting prick into her quivering mouth when she cried out, shooting load after massive load of cum into the gullet of the American whore, staying in her mouth as he felt her attempt to swallow his seed when she tried to breathe around him.

He left his cock in her mouth until the pulsations of his climax died down then slowly withdrew. The little cum slut was sobbing and whatever cum she did not swallowed either shot upwards from her sobbing - only to land pleasingly back on her face - or dribbled out of her mouth and back toward her forehead, anointing her face with his mark and mixing with her near-constant tears. He held her head still and looked at her intently until she opened her eyes and looked fearfully at him, whereupon he stood up and slapped her with great force across her face, fore and backhand before speaking to her in his somewhat adequate English. “That for not swallow all cum, American bitch!” he hissed in her ear. He unclamped her right nipple and pinched down with all his might on the abused nub. Her anguished scream was more than satisfying to his ears. “Next time, you swallow all...or I not be so nice,” he growled and yanked the tit hard again before replacing the clamp, releasing the spring so it snapped painfully shut instead of a more gentle - if painful - pressure.

Whalid wiped his softening prick all over the little cunt’s face and retired to a comfortable chair just next to her. He sat down and grabbed a cat-o-nine-tails, then reached out with a massive foot, placed it against her head and pushed so her body slowly rotated before him. He sat back and periodically gave her a lashing or two as body parts passed him...a tit, her cunt, he even landed one stroke just on the back side of her head.
As he whipped the slut while waiting to recover, Whalid thought back to the day she’d come to the camp...



“You wanted to see me, Commander?” Whalid said as he entered the office. His leader sat behind his desk, reviewing some papers in a folder, a small bock next to it.

“Yes, Whalid...have a seat please.” Whalid placed himself in the comfortable chair on the opposite side of the desk and looked around briefly; unusual to be in the office and NOT see a POW being assaulted.

The Commander put down the page he was reading, turned the folder around, placed the book on top of it, and pushed it toward Whalid. “Read this and give me your opinions.”

The huge man had no problem reading English...speaking it was more of a problem, but he could communicate effectively with the captive women when necessary. The file belonged to a new arrival...Private Becky Nguyen, US Army, captured in a raid on a small convoy a few days prior. There was much information in the file, and some of it not military information. As he read, Whalid shook his head in disbelief.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” the Commander commented as Whalid handed the file back. “She even came with her personnel file.”

“Where is she now?” Whalid asked, his hands clenching in anticipation. The Commander flicked a switch and one of the holding cells on the top floor came into view. The monitor showed Nguyen - still in full uniform, save for her boots and socks - curled up in a fetal position, cuffed hands over her ears one at a time as she tried to block out the sounds of rape coming from the cells on either side of her; the Commander had made a point of assigning two Brothers to each prisoner in the cells next to her, with orders to make the Americans scream loudly. Since the pens had just been wired for sound, Whalid could hear the muffled screams. Nguyen shook and cried...tears staining the floor.
“She’s not been touched yet?” Whalid asked hopefully.

“Not at all,” the Commander said, muting the audio. “Possibly a little groping on capture, but since she came here, nothing. From what I have read, she’s the most virgin bitch either of us is ever likely to come across. It appears, based on this diary,” he said, laying his hand on the book. “That until she took her first shower in basic training, she’d never seen a naked man OR woman besides herself. I doubt she even knows what a man’s cock looks like, let alone how to please it. Allah has given us a most precious gift...a young, American, virgin, whore soldier. Her deflowering shall be a matter of great honor. That honor, Whalid, goes to you...for a full week in recognition of your impressive work here.” Whalid’s chest puffed out with pride.

“I won’t let you down, Sir,” he said respectfully.

“You never do, Brother. Now then, let us discuss how we will process Private Nguyen into our little world. I think we need to add something to the in-processing program...something to give these whores hope...then snatch it away, thus heightening the loss of their detestable former lives...some tangible symbol that can be destroyed or even used against them...” The Commander reached under the desk. “Something like this, perhaps.” He showed the package to Whalid, who grinned evilly.

***

It was two hours later when the door to Becky’s cell slammed open and she was hauled roughly to her feet, her hands cuffed behind her back, gagged and blindfolded. She tried to keep up with the men hauling her down the corridor, almost at a run although she was fully expecting to be run to a wall. They came to a stop and she was picked up and slung over someone’s shoulder. The descent down the stairs was not pleasant, as the guards made every effort to make each step of the 5 story journey as rough and jarring as possible. By the time she was put on her feet again, Becky’s stomach was in pain.

She heard a door open and was shoved in, the door latching behind her. She stood still for long moments, frantically trying to get her fast breathing under control and trying to figure where she was.

She jumped and squealed when an unexpected hand gently laid itself on her shoulder, then slid down to one of her elbows and guided her to sit on a stool...one just low enough to destroy any shred of dignity to the one sitting on it. Her blindfold was removed and she saw -- when her eyes cleared – that she was in a large well-appointed office occupied by two men...one fairly tall and slender, and the other a walking wall who scared her just on looks alone. The slender man was sitting at an oversized desk with large eye bolts screwed into the sides. He ignored her, even as the larger man’s eyes remained locked on her body, reviewing papers in a folder. She recognized the book on the desk and shuddered, too frightened to even utter a single word. He pulled a single sheet out and began reading from it.

“Private Becky Nguyen,” he began. “File clerk, United States Army...place of birth, San Luis Obispo, California, just turned 18 only a month ago...a child indeed.” He addressed her directly. “I see from your diary here,” he remarked, laying his hand on the small book. “That your parents were well off – wealthy even by American standards – that you were at best an average student in school...rebellious, headstrong, determined to go your own way or not at all. A spoiled little brat, really. You also listed your hopes and dreams for the future...a good home, husband, a few children...and a good career.” He leaned forward and locked his agate hard eyes on hers. “All the men here had hopes and dreams, Private Nguyen. But they were destroyed by American foreign policy and bombs, a number of which were dropped on our people by some of the very women who are held within these walls...and who are paying a very heavy price for their folly. We now have a new dream here...one that we men are living out. For you whores, however...it’s a nightmare, and one that I am quite happy to visit upon you.”

He flipped her diary to a specific page. “It appears that the Army was filling some need in you...on almost every page are small drawing of patriotic symbols...primarily the American flag. Your writings here show a great deal of pride in serving your country..almost uncomfortable in it’s intensity.” He closed the book at looked at her pointedly. “You made a really bad choice by joining your military at such a young age, you know. Instead of serving American interests, you will now serve ours. Your career as a file clerk is over...allow me to show you your NEW career.”

He reached over and pressed a buzzer on the intercom. “Bring her in!”

The office door opened and a struggling woman was hauled in by two burly guards. She was tall, blonde with a big mane of disheveled hair and by far the largest boobs Becky had ever seen in her short life, even hidden in a shirt.

The blonde was also utterly naked, bruised, and weak. Becky began to shake in fear, small kitten like mews coming from her gagged mouth.

“Staff Sergeant Roberta Beaumont, late of the United States Marines,” the Commander said by way of introduction. “She is here to demonstrate your duties here in our little corner of the world.” He motioned for the guards to continue, and they slammed Roberta face up on the desk, lashing her wrists and ankles to the eye bolts in the desk. When they were done, she lay spread eagled on the desk, her massive tits thrust skyward.

Roberts turned her head and looked up and back sadly at the new girl, their faces only a foot apart...aware of the horrors she would soon be experiencing...ones she’d already endured for months.

One of the guards began rubbing his hands over Roberta’s body from neck to knee, taking great pains to fondle the gigantic breasts that rose like twin mountains before him, as well as masturbating the blonde. His long practice at this task soon caused Roberta’s body to respond, and her back arched, pushing her breasts higher and higher. Becky continued to shake and cry, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Without warning, the guard slapped one of the huge tits hard, and Roberta screamed in pain, which only goaded the guard further.

“We’ve discovered,” the Commander said from directly behind Becky; she hadn’t even noticed him moving. He felt his breath on her ear. “That Sgt. Beaumont’s tits are extremely sensitive to pain, which makes our task so much more enjoyable. Frankly, I don’t know HOW she ever made it through Basic Training with those things hanging from her ribs, but all of us here are certainly glad she did.”

Now both guards lines up on either side of Roberta, each holding a handle, to which was attached a thick leather strap about 15 inches long, weighted at the ends with strips of heavier leather. They swung them experimentally right past the blonde’s fear-filled face, then proceeded to methodically whip her titanic tits. At regular intervals came the loud, heavy *SMACK* followed by an equally loud cry of extreme pain as Becky watched the blonde’s tits turn red from punishment. The guards didn’t just concentrate on her nipples...the sheer size of the mounds before them allowed for a wide range of targets, and Becky soon lost count of how many times the other woman had been hit on the nipples, sides of her tits, underneath, on her stomach, even her face when she didn’t appear to cry loud enough.

After an eternity, the guards stopped and Becky thought they were through tormenting the poor woman. Through the blur of her tears, however, Becky saw one of the guards pass his tool to the Commander, who strode directly in front of Roberta, motioned for the guards to unbind her legs and spread them painfully wide apart. Roberta knew what was coming and shook her head, crying in denial and pleading for mercy, but there was none, as the Commander proceed to rain down strike after strike on her pussy as hard as he could. Roberta screamed even louder through her gag than before, and her arched back never relaxed, as the pain was almost constant. If her cries slacked off, a guard would reach back and yank on a nipple.

The Commander gave one final vicious hit on the blonde’s raw and abused cunt, backed away and gave his men an order. They undid Roberta’s restraints and threw her down on the floor. Roberta was far too weak to even move on her own, so the men positioned her so her ass faced Becky. The terrified young girl therefore had the best seat in the house as the Commander gave her his back, dropped his pants, and sunk his hard member into Roberta’s ass in one pain-filled plunge.

Again Roberta Beaumont screamed, as her ass was violated by men who had excellent reason to hate American women. As the Commander sawed his prick in and out of her asshole, one of the guards hauled her head up by the hair while the other continuously slapped her face hard, not stopping until the Commander pulled his cock out, threw her on her back, and shot his load all over her face and upper body.

He and the Brothers packed themselves away, one of the guards kicking Robert’s right tit just for the hell of it.

“Most satisfying, Brothers,” the Commander said pleasantly, as if he’d not just spend half an hour watching and raping a helpless woman. “You share a room with two other brothers, correct? Why don’t you take the Sergeant back to your quarters. You and your roommates are excused from all other duties until tomorrow morning to further attend to this whore.” The Brothers nodded and hauled Roberta to her feet before dragging her bodily out of the office. Becky was so scared she was hyperventilating. That could not be her fate!!

“Ahhh...I see the dawn of realization on your face,” the Commander said pleasantly. “And now that you have witnessed, it is time you participated. Whalid here has been given the honor of taking from you everything that you were as an American soldier, and turning you into what you truly are...a beautiful American whore-slut, fit only for servicing the Brotherhood with your body.”

He walked over to his desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a plastic garbage bag. “We found this with your unit when you were captured,” he said as he unceremoniously dumped the tri-colored strips of cloth in her lap. “It WAS an American flag, but it now will serve as a reminder of your bondage. 11 of the 13 stripes have been sews together to form a long leash so you can be led around like the bitch you are (he tied the red and white cloth around her neck securely, handing the end to Whalid, who wrapped it tightly in his fist). And the blue field with stars has also been cut into strips and sewn together.” He undid her hands and brought them forward; Becky was so shocked by the brutality visited on Roberta that she didn’t even try to resist.

The Commander deliberately and firmly bound Becky’s hands together with the flag remnants. “Let the blue field of your homeland’s flag symbolize the pain you will receive from the Brotherhood...the stars the Brothers who will fuck you night and day, and use your young body incessantly.” He removed her gag and shoved a wad of the last white stripe in her mouth, tying the ends around her head to re-gag her. “This white stripe shall represent the cum you will have sprayed on your body, in your cunt, up your ass, and down your throat...you will swallow gallons of cum by the time you die. Lastly,” he pronounced, holding up the remaining red stripe – the last vestige of her flag - in front of her eyes. “Let this red strip stand for your soon-to-be-lost virginity and your status as a fuck toy – available for ANY brother who desires you.” He tied the stripe around her eyes, and Becky could see nothing; not the hands that bound her, nor the men who hated her. She felt a huge hand take her elbow and draw her to her feet. A couple of boot steps, and a man’s hot breath on her face. She stood stock still in the dreadful calm, the silence broken only by her rapid breathing and berating of her heart.

“I shall truly enjoy raping your every hole, you stupid little whore, as will every other man here. You may take her away Whalid.”

A tug on the flag leash and Becky was forced to follow. She shuffled along the corridor carefully, bracing herself for a bump into a wall, but it never came. After a short trip, she was stopped and tossed over the shoulder of the man she’d been given to – as if she was a thing of no value. What she didn’t realize was that she had immense value to Whalid. His standing among the Brotherhood – already impressive due to his sexual prowess – would increase even more, and he spent the entire climb up the staircase thinking of varied ways to debase and enjoy the girl in his arms.

When they reached the floor that held the Brothers’ quarters, Becky was put on her feet and once again forced to follow Whalid blindly. She heard male voices – calling out lewdly to her – and suddenly a female voice – another woman being assaulted. Actually, the rooms were soundproofed so Brothers could have their fun and nor disturb the sleep of their fellows. The pair of Brothers who’d been shoving an active electric cattle prod up USAF 1st Lt. Karen Carter’s ass had opened the door upon hearing a knock, and looked appreciatively at Whalid’s prize, licking their lips in anticipation.

They heard a soft thunk behind them and realized that Carter had managed to force the prod out of her abused asshole and was panting with exertion. They closed the door and returned to their labors, one of them grabbing a whip. Even had she been standing outside the door, Becky would not have heard Carter’s screams as the two men whipped her pussy.

She heard another door open and was shoved inside, losing her balance and falling. Whalid closed the door and took a long look at the cunt before him, crying, sobbing, vulnerable in the extreme, and ripe for the taking..

He hauled her to her feet by the leash and let her to the middle of the spacious room. He took a pair of handcuffs, undid the flag binding, cuffed his prize’s hands in front of her, and drew down a chain hanging from a hook in the ceiling. He pulled her hands up over her head, then removed her blindfold. This he put with the blue wrist bindings away on the other side of the room; he wanted to keep them safe until it was time to use her own symbols to bind her again.

Becky was truly in a panic now...the man who held her captive stood over a foot taller than her and had shown no particular gentleness. Now she could see him striding toward her with a knife in his hand, and she began to scream a loudly as she could through the gag, thrashing around in a frantic attempt to get free. This was stopped by a firm backhanded slap to the fac from Whalid – his hand nearly the size of her head. He flashed the knife in her face, and her eyes widened in horror, so scared that she stopped breathing.
Whalid walked behind her and pulled both her uniform and T-shirts up to expose her bra, and brought the knife close.

To be continued...
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A New Beginning

by Soprano84

MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 25

Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

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

ANYONE WHO MAY BE OFFENDED BY THIS STUFF PLEASE DO NOT READ. YOU WERE WARNED OK!

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental.

This story is intended for ADULTS only.
IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 PLEASE DO NOT READ.

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This story is fantasy! (not real, Fantasy OK) and involves the gang rape of a woman. It is very nc. If you are under 18 or offended by such material please do not read.

FANTASY IS FANTASY! RAPE IS REAL AND HURTS PEOPLE AND DESTROYS LIVES KEEP THAT STRAIGHT IN YOUR HEAD!!

Copyright Mad Gerald 2015.

Our Brave Allies

Becky flinched as she heard the knife cut through the back of her bra and the pressure lessen as the elastic fell away. Two more slashes for the shoulder straps and Whalid pulled the remains of her bra out from under her shirt, throwing them away into the garbage.

Whalid put the knife away and regarded his prize eagerly. There were many very beautiful prisoner whores in the camp, and he’d had them all numerous times. But this a special one...young and untouched. He licked his lips in anticipation and reached out toward his captive.

Becky’s feet were still on the floor - Whalid hadn’t suspended her - and she attempted to kick at him when he drew near. He sidestepped the clumsy kick with more agility that one would think for a large man, and responded with a long series of slaps to the face, making Becky scream in pain with each strike. When he was done, she was breathing heavily and crying. He grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her face up to meet his. Merciless, hate-filled eyes bored into hers. He didn’t need to say a word to get his message across. He released her hair and her head fell forward.

Satisfied that the Asian slut before him knew the price for resisting him, he reached out and slowly, agonizingly unbuttoned her uniform top. In the coolness of the room (Whalid liked the air conditioning set on high...cold didn’t bother him, but it DID serve to make the room more comfortable in the middle of a hard days’ whore-fucking) her nipples stood out sightly, distending the material of her brown t-shirt. Whalid reached out his huge hands and engulfed her tits, squeezing tightly and rubbing his thumbs over the nipples to make them stand out all the way. Becky moaned in discomfort from the tight hold Whalid was putting in her mounds, and in disbelief at her body’s reaction to a rapist’s attentions; her nipples hardened almost painfully, and his rubbing sent a pleasurable sensation through her chest; she hadn’t even known her tits were sexually responsive.

Whalid grinned and released his prize’s breasts and pulled the t-shirt up to expose them. Even he, with his years of experience with American prisoner bitches, was amazed at what he saw. Two large, round and firm tits stood out before him, begging to be taken. Whalid was not one to refuse such an offer by Allah, and he dove for Becky’s right tit, swallowing half of it and sucking furiously on the nipple. With his right hand he pinched down violently on the left tit, and Becky screamed in pain, even as she received pleasure from the other side.

For long, long minutes Whalid ate each tit, licking, probing, and biting the nipples almost to the point of drawing blood, and sucking them as hard as he could. All the while the other tit received pain from his hands squeezing it so hard it seemed to Becky - through the haze of her agony and the screams of her torment - that the fleshy balloon would burst. He yanked the nipple viciously up and out for her body, pinching and rolling it, the switched attentions to the other sore breast. After nearly half an hour of solid abuse, Whalid gripped both nipples and pulled forward so hard he actually pulled his victim off her feet, and for a moment she was suspended, all her weight being born by her wrists and - more painfully - by her tortured nipples. Then Whalid released her and stepped back to admire his handiwork as she swung back and forth in her bonds..

Becky hung painfully limp in the restraints, tears falling to the floor as she sobbed in pain and abject misery. Her beautiful breasts were covered in red marks and lines from her assailant’s teeth and fingernails, and his saliva ran down her belly, mixing into her cunt hair.

But Whalid was not finished with her heaving chest. He grabbed a large riding crop, removed her gag, and proceeded to mercilessly whip his captive’s tits, as hard and varied as Roberta had gotten only a short time before. Again and again came the swissshhh-THWACK of leather against flesh, and again and again an 18 year old girl far from home and in the hands of a sadist cried out for deliverance from her pain, her cries and pleadings for mercy filling the room and only goading her tormenter further..

Whalid put the crop down and grabbed Becky’s sweat-soaked hair, forcing her to look at his hate-filled eyes. “Only beginning, American slut!” he growled and spat in her face, following it with a single slap that was so forceful it spun Becky halfway around. Whalid grabbed her fatigue pants and ripped them down in one mighty pull, ripped her panties unceremoniously from her, picked up he crop again and whipped her round ass. Becky didn’t know if she could cry out more, but Whalid made her. By the time he was done, Becky could no longer support herself after her the big man released her bonds, and she fell heavily to the floor to writhe in a little ball of agony.

Whalid grabbed a hank of hair again and dragged Becky over to the bed by it, only partially aided by the girl’s feet, kicking to gain some balance. He threw her to her knees against the foot of the mattress and tied her wrists over her head to a short post in the middle of the footboard, one that mimicked posts at all four corners of the bed. The posts could be adjusted in height from the height of a four-poster to just a few inches up from the floor. Then he sat in a chair opposite his toy and waited for her to regain her senses, calmly eating some fruit.

Becky sniffled and wept for about 10 minutes before she started pulling herself together. When she looked up and saw that man who’d been beating on her sitting calmly, his eyes drinking in every curve of her body, particularly between her legs at her now bare cunt, she shuddered, fearful of what he’d do next.

Whalid stood slowly and approached her. He stopped about two feet away and began to undress. His chest was powerfully built, his legs well-muscled from years of thrusting his hips in more rapes than even he could remember. Then he slowly – teasingly slowly - unzipped his pants and withdrew the fire hose that hung between his legs.

Becky’s eyes popped out of their sockets when she beheld the gigantic man-meat that swung in front of her eyes. After seeing the Commander rape Roberta’s ass, she knew what to expect, but there was no way that thing would fit in her. Yet, she knew that it WOULD fit...Whalid would see to that.

She saw Whalid grasp his cock in one hand and slowly stroke it, masturbating himself in her face. She closed her eyes and turned her head aside, only to fell a sudden, dull pain on her face. She looked up and saw Whalid standing close to her...so close his balls filled her vision. He swung his hips away from her, then suddenly snapped them forward, guiding his monster of a fuck pole into her face, bludgeoning her with it like it was a baseball bat. As this went on he began to get hard...and with his hardness came more pain.

After a while Whalid stopped hitting her and resumed his masturbation, slowly at first, forcing her to watch in terror as his hand made it’s way up and down the massive shaft, then faster as he used his free hand to fondle Becky’s abused tits, jacking off mere inches from her face. His face flushed and his breathing deepened, then he grabbed Becky’s hair and hauled her head back , twisting the hair to give more pain to her scalp, and as soon as her mouth opened in a new cry of pain, that same cry was muffled by the torrent of cum that shot from Whalid’s horse-cock and onto her face and down her throat. He pinched her nose shut and stuck his spewing prick in her mouth, forcing her to swallow a man’s load for the first time -- but certainly not the last.

He withdrew and watched as his fuck toy coughed and gagged on the sheer amount of sperm he’d shot into her young gullet...he hadn’t come that day and his balls had been heavy with cum, a perfect way to introduce her to the beginnings of the gallons of cum she would swallow before her time as a POW whore was done.

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Default MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 26

MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 26

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.

LEGAL STUFF:

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

British Sergeant Claire Thompson. 5” 8”, rather dark skinned.- the legacy of a Maltese mother. Claire’s British accent and skin color, had caused the guards to take her for a Westernized Arab. That Arab appearance was going to 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. With her stocky build and muscular arms and legs, she was strong enough to take a lot of punishment. Despite her apparent strength, Claire was obviously all woman. Claire’s breasts in particular were quite spectacular- round, full and topped by prominent nipples. The remnants of the heavy eye makeup and lipstick remaining on the woman’s pretty round face.

Claire was dragged over to the cell by two of the guards, she struggled and fought as they forced her in through the door. It slammed shut, she stood there panting naked her heavy bruised tits rising and falling with her exertions. One threw her her RAF flying suit, she stared at them then pulled it open and stepped into the legs and pulled it on, she zipped it up, they grinned at her then charged her.

Outside the cell you could hear Claire shouting, then there were thumps and grunts and a man howled in pain, then Clair shouted "Fuck" and a thump against the door.

The slot in the door opened it was almost as wide as the door on a hinge at the bottom and swung down, through it you could see Claire's anguished face, there was a thick cable around her neck pulled taut it was on a pole, the type used to control wild animals, Claire pulled at the cable with her fingers trying to breathe, her arms were dragged away and pulled behind her. Her big breasts inside her flying suit suddenly filled the hole in the door and pressed through, there was banging and kicking at the door, scrabbling then it went quiet Clair's breasts were heaving up and down inside her flying suit, pressed through the door. Muffled through the door you could hear "You fuckers I'll fucking kill you each of you you fuckers UHH!" Her breasts heaved and jolted a few times and then just kept rising and falling.

Inside the cell on the back of the door was mounted a thick heavily detailed hard wood cock complete with large balls, they manhandled Claire up and forced her legs open. Her flying suit was torn at the groin where the zip ended, up between her strong legs they pulled and twisted her then forced her still gaping well fucked cunt onto the fat head of the thing. In moments Claire's shaved pussy was impaled on it her thick swollen pussy lips stretched around its girth at its base. She wailed in shock and horror as it filled her.

One of the guards cut the arse out of her flying suit with a large knife, Claire's big well muscled buttocks flexed and trembled. Her arms were cuffed together above the elbows, she squirmed and struggled even now. She was on tip toe trying to alleviate the thick wooden cock that she was impaled on.

Another guard held the control pole pinning her head against the cell door frame, as another pulled a thick belt which was attached to the door around her waist and did it up tight. Claire was now trapped on the wooden phalus against the door. They released the control pole and took it off her head.

"You fuckers what the fuck you pissing bastards, she tried to get free struggling, they laughed and began to grope her bare arse, she flinched and swearing tried to pull free. On the other side of the door her chest jiggled and heaved in the flying suit. As she struggled her cunt humped the thick hard wooden cock buried up her cunt.

She had to stay on tip toe to stop it forcing deeper up into her aching cunt " You fuckers what are you doing you cunts!" They lifted and spread her fleshy strong ass cheeks, "Not my ass again I'm still to sore! You understand too sore!" A finger found her anus and pressed in she jolted off it higher up the door "No please you bastards!" She tried to kick them but instead had to heave up on her toes to ease the wooden cock that was spreading her cunt wide. They were behind her now knelt down, she struggled and cursed trying to swerve her ass away from their attentions but it was hopeless in the end sobbing she was pressed against the door on tip toe while they pulled her big strong ass cheeks wide open and forced this fat tapered bung up her ass "No no its too big to big NOOOOO!" It slid in and she stood there gasping with this massive thing in her ass.

They laughed and joked and slapped her swerving ass a few times then they left by the other door. Claire stood there gasping, the thing up her ass was terrible really thick and hard, she tried to force it out pressing down hard but it wouldn't shift. All she managed to do was fuck herself on the dildo in her cunt, she shuddered feeling her sex wet and excited around it she eased up and down on it slowly feeling her cunt tighten on it. Her butt squeezed the thing in her ass and she let out a moan of frustration, she trembled and eased her cunt up and down the things thick shaft.

Suddenly someone unzipped her flying suit on the other side of the door and rough hands manhandled her large stiff breasts, she tried to pull them back but she was fast. The hands were big the skin rough, then they slapped her breasts back and forth, Claire yelped and tried to yank them away, her cunt humped the dildo, her ass squeezed the bung "No please, don't slap them! No!" Hands slapped them hard up and down left and right she yelped as they rang with pain forcing her to hump and fuck the dildo hard. Her nipples were gripped and tugged, stretched, pulled, and kneaded. "Please don't please!" They were let go of she shuddered then eased herself slowly up off the awful thing in her pussy.

Slap, slap slap, slap, whack! Clair yelped and struggled humping the dildo helplessly as her breasts were beaten hard ringing blows making her jolt and heave trying to get free, it stopped she slumped panting a hot mouth closed around her left teat and suckled it hard drawing on it over and over! "Please you dirty bastards! Please!" She humped the dildo gasping, her juices starting to flood down the thick shaft of it as her arse cheeks clamped around the thick bung up her stretched aching asshole. Trembling she started to slowly fuck the dildo with hard slow fucking motions groaning as her sensitive nipple was sucked hard into a warm wet needy mouth.

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A New Beginning

by Soprano84

Sorry for the wait everyone Enjoy! MG

MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 27

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!

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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



He found a towel and roughly wiped the cum off of her; he didn’t want to chance tasting his own cum as he grabbed her hair and put his face almost touching hers...that was her job.

“Have nice breakfast?” he asked pleasantly. Becky was still coughing, tears streaming down her pretty face like a burst dam.

Whalid replaced gag with one shaped like a cock, knelt and put his hand between Becky’s spread legs. He laid his palm against her virgin pussy, allowing her to feel the heat of his hand against her most private parts. Her crying stopped suddenly, her eyes pleading with him to leave her alone...but such pleas carried no weight with a member of the Brotherhood.

Whalid partially withdrew his hand and began to stroke his captive’s pussy, his middle finger – in itself nearly the size of a small cock – sliding between her cunt lips. He made no move to penetrate her or even to find her clit...he wanted her to feel his touch wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted...to show her she was nothing but an object for his gratification – or her punishment.

She closed her eyes and began sobbing again, then looked at her assailant in shock as his massive finger found her clit and began to stroke it. The Commander had been correct; she’d never touched herself, except when bathing, and was wholly unprepared to the sensations emanating from between her legs.

She tried to fight the wave of pleasure that hit her like a Mack truck, but had no experience in doing so. Thus, Whalid’s stroking almost immediately caused her to moan loudly and thrash about in response to his ministrations. This only drove him to further and faster masturbation, and Becky could see malicious pleasure in his eyes whenever she fluttered her own open. The sight chilled her...she knew the sensations she was experiencing were only because her body was reacting to stimulation, not to any pleasure she was seeking. Whalid was turning pleasure into mental anguish for her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Whalid gripped her swollen clit and squeezed lightly, sending new intense feelings into her, then rubbed her pink nubbin as fast as he could until she came for the first time in her life, her back arching almost impossibly far and thrusting her ample tits into his face. Her hips bucked and her head tossed from side to side as she experienced the intense throes of orgasm, feelings that only intensified as Whalid continued to rapidly manipulate her hyper-sensitive button.

Eventually Whalid stopped after getting three cums from his toy. By this time Becky had fallen over on her side, her arms still over her head, and she was sweating like a pig with her chest heaving like a smith’s bellows. She prayed it was over for a time...Whalid had other ideas.

Once again he secured her to the ceiling hook with her feet on the floor. She was so weak was she from the morning’s abuse, however, that she could not support her own slight weight, instead hanging painfully from her wrist restraints.

When she finally looked up, she saw her tormenter holding the flag-leash. He threaded one end between her legs and began to run it back and forth between her pussy lips, flossing her cunt...slowly at first, then faster, the friction causing an intense heat to build up in the girl’s cunt. She cried out in pain and thrashed wildly at this new horror being visited on her body. At one point he actually lifted her up by her crotch, and even at her slight weight, the pressure on her tortured clit caused excruciating pain. He bounced the poor girl up and down on the flag-floss, an action that resembled her getting kicked in the pussy by a small foot.

Whalid didn’t want to cause permanent damage to her fuck hole (that would lessen his pleasure and that of the Brothers), so he stopped after a short while, released her and tied the leash around her neck, dragging her back to the bed.

He pushed her to her knees and secured her wrists to her ankles, then pushed her over. Now her face was on the floor and her ass up in the air. Becky spread her knees for some balance – at this point not caring that she was exposing her cunt - and waited.

Whalid sat on the end of the bed with the little whore facing away from him, trying to decide which hole to fuck first; her pussy (shaved bare for life in the field) - the very essence of her womanhood - stared back at her, unaware of the massive fuck log that would eventually be up it. Her pink asshole also beckoned, barely hidden between her cheeks - kept clenched together to hide at least some part of her body.

Then Becky relaxed a little and her sphincter peeked shyly out, and that made the decision for Whalid. It would be the ass first, then her sweet, virgin cunt.

Whalid went to the night stand and pulled out a large bottle of Astroglide lubricant, courtesy of Dr. Moktar in the camp’s active hospital unit. Whalid dribbled a bit on to Becky’s waiting asshole – making the girl flinch at the coldness of the liquid – then liberally coated his entire foot-long shaft with the stuff. The man had no thoughts of sparing the much smaller woman any pain when he raped her ass – the amount of pain he’d already given her just in this first day precluded such thoughts. However, there was a time for savage, brutal rape, and there was a time for a more sophisticated humiliation. He could always just force his monster cock up her ass dry – he’d certainly done it enough times before and would in the future. But he wanted to enter her slowly at first...minimizing the sheer pain of his immense size so she could more easily feel every inch as he drove The Spear into her for the first time. Plenty of time later to just ram it in.

Ordinarily Becky would’ve had no idea what to expect, but when she felt the lube hit her ass hole, she knew what was coming and started crying again. She’d already been put through so much she didn’t know how much more she could take...but the realization was dawning that this was only the first day of uncountable years of sexual assault and pain.

Whalid positioned himself, squatting behind Becky, and began by rubbing his cock in her ass crack, the lube making it slide easily back and forth. Becky tried to move away, but Whalid’s hand found her hips and held her fast. For what seemed like forever, the girl felt Whalid’s gigantic tool rub easily between her butt cheeks, his hands firmly around her hips, occasionally reaching out to gently fondle one of her abused tits in a gesture that made a mockery of a loving partner’s attentions. Methodically Whalid fucked Becky’s ass crack, giving her full strokes, occasionally brushing his cock head against her still-virgin asshole, then returning to his rubbing. Becky didn’t know what to expect next, but felt her assailant speed up his stroked and grab her tits tighter...tighter...until she heard him growl in release and shoot another load of cum onto her small back, some of it striking her shoulder and head, dripping down across her face. Whalid did not stop entirely, but kept sliding his prick along her ass, stimulating it to hardness with a speed that would’ve amazed the most jaded porn star.

Becky felt his cum slowly wind it’s way down her face and she shuddered into an anguished period of crying, her entire body shaking like a leaf and her head bucking back and forth slowly in denial as she cried through her penis-gag. Eventually she tired and hung her head in defeat.

That was what Whalid had been waiting for. He pulled away, applied a more lube to his cock, and got down to business.

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A New Beginning

by Soprano84

Sorry for the wait everyone Enjoy! MG

MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 28

Story By Mad Gerald, Conwic & Soprano84

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

ANYONE WHO MAY BE OFFENDED BY THIS STUFF PLEASE DO NOT READ. YOU WERE WARNED OK!

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive or dead is purely coincidental.

This story is intended for ADULTS only.
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This story is fantasy! (not real, Fantasy OK) and involves the gang rape of a woman. It is very nc. If you are under 18 or offended by such material please do not read.

FANTASY IS FANTASY! RAPE IS REAL AND HURTS PEOPLE AND DESTROYS LIVES KEEP THAT STRAIGHT IN YOUR HEAD!!

Copyright Mad Gerald 2014.

Our Brave Allies


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I go...back later...more fuck you.”

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

To be continued..

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Sick.. This is sick..
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I want mooooore MG.....

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MIA’s of the 3rd Gulf war Part 29

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 2015.

Our Brave Allies

British Sergeant Claire Thompson tall at least 5’ 6”, maybe 5” 8”, and rather dark skinned.- the legacy of a Maltese mother. Claire’s British accent and skin color, the guards had taken her for a Westernized Arab. That Arab appearance would, 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 woman. Claire’s breasts in particular were quite spectacular- round, full and topped by prominent nipples. The remnants of the heavy eye makeup and lipstick remaining on the woman’s pretty round face, she hung off the door her breasts still trapped in the feeding hatch as the last guard pulled out and she farted loudly, his semen bubbling out of her abused bottom. She grimaces and sobs, trembling she nearly came, nearly but they didn't care, they walked off leaving her there.
Claire's mind went back to the fateful night three months ago when her C130 had been shot down. They were coming in to land in the dark when a rocket had hit them, the aircraft had jolted and slewed to the left, there were explosions, screaming then she came too, she was on her side still holding some of the role equipment seating, she sat up looking around at the carnage about her the aircraft was now just a sea of burning debris, she tried to get up her head was ringing, her body weak shock, she had to get moving, training took over, she stumbled about looking for casualties, her flight suit leg was ripped, the body too, her left breast could be seen, she found some of the flight crew, dead, she heard shouts in Arabic, a shot, a scream, she paniced and ran, through the debris flames all around her, a main landing gear, tyre hanging off she ran around it, she heard more shouts, more shots, she forced her body to move faster, she reached for her sidearm and found it, struggling it out of its holster, she turned and slowed walking backwards away from the flames and where she had heard the shouts.
There was a shout and a shot she ducked instinctively, hearing a round thrum past above her, she looked for cover, there was none, she sprinted as low as she could make herself, more rounds past overhead, she stumbled and fell, scrambled up. In front of her through the flames were four or five men she turned to the left as they shouted at her and headed into a gully. More shots, she scrambled down some scree and was faced by an area of open terrain a wing of the herc jutted from it the engines smashed and twisted off. She ran toward it around it, before her was a group of seven Arabs all in black ISIL fatigues with weapons, Claire slid to a halt, panting they shouted at her in their own tongue and ran toward her. Claire turned and ran around and behind the wing, coming toward her were more fighters she sidestepped them and ran up the wing top surface, they ran after her shouting and laughing, she reached the second engine and realised there was nowhere to go and swung around. They were walking up the wing toward her all grinning. She hefted the pistol turned and leapt off the wing.
She landed and rolled, struggling to get up a boot kicked her face slamming her over on her back dazing her, she pulled the pistol around and shot the man looming over her, it hit his neck, there was an explosion of blood and flesh he screamed and fell back. She was up, she fired at the guy behind him and missed, sidestepped him and ran. She tripped and he leg went out, that was when one of them had kicked her in the groin, the pain was hideous, instantaneous, she screamed out pain shooting up through her groin the blow was powerful knocking the wind from her, she landed on her knees gripping her cunt through hé flight suit as a pistol was stuck to her face, shouting at her in arabic.
Her arms were wrenched behind her and bound at the elbows. One of them shone a torch in her face, pulled her face around, talked then she was slapped and he undid his pants, his cock was foreskinned and stank of piss, the pistol was forced against her face the intent clear, the head of his cock leaking pre cum was swiped over her lips as she held them closed defiantly, they screamed in her face, spat on her the pistol was cocked, slowly grimacing she let her lips part, they giggled and laughed as it was pushed in past her full lips into her warm wet mouth, a year leaked from her right eye to run down the pistol as they focused on his cock invading her mouth. She was made to take it, they stood around her closely as he raped her mouth, backlight by the burning wreckage, making her choke on it as he forced it hard into her throat, she knelt there as hands felt her breasts and they laughed at her as she tried to pull away.
One stood behind her holding her arms up with his foot in her back as her rapist carried on fucking her mouth, holding her by the hair as he forced it in her throat and kept it there enjoying her choking struggles, he came then flooding her mouth with thick salty semen, he held her mouth shut, made her swallow it. Then another, more violent, slapping her face with his cock, a pistol at her eye making her suck and lick it, until he came on her face, he scooped it up with his fingers and forced it in her mouth made her swallow it as she cried, then another, raping her face hard, choke fucking her vicously laughing, cumming down her throat.
Ripping her flight suit open, cutting and tearing her squadron t shirt, ripping her bra off to pull and drag her breasts out to slap and manhandle them, to bite and suck and then fuck them, bruising and pinching them, one behind her bracing her, holding her around the throat in his elbow as another raped her cleavage, pulling and pulling on her breasts twisting and yanking on her nipples so she screamed, and fought to their cruel laughter as he slammed his cock between them, before cumming all over her aching breasts, then another and another leaving her tits sore and throbbing swollen by abuse.

Then another mouth rapist still with the elbow around her throat. Then the arms held back foot in the back as her face was raped, her breasts hanging and bouncing and swinging semen dripping from them as she was made to swallow more semen.
Held there like that as the next pissed all over her face and tits before raping her breasts and then her throat.

They did not touch her pussy or ass just her mouth and breasts. By morning her face and breasts were covered in drying semen, her lips and mouth swollen and bruised her breasts marked and bruised. Her flight suit was zipped up and she was made to walk like that away from the crash.
They gave her water and some food, made her walk all day then they made camp they are and drank and then the face and breast rapes started all over again. Some men came from a local village and talked with her captors and then she watched them pay to rape her face.
Enjoy MG

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Love all your stories, Mad Gerald! I have a idea about a female police officer, should I PM you or post it here? Don't want to clutter up your thread.
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