Rape Stories.

This rape story was written by Luckytom44

It was nearly nine o’clock on Tuesday night as Kelly Stevens was walking home. Kelly was sixteen years old and a junior at Jackson City High School. She was a pretty young girl, with light brown hair and dark brown eyes, full lips and a button nose. Her slim body was developing nicely as she approached young womanhood. Her firm young breasts stood out over her flat stomach, and her well rounded hips transitioned into long, well shaped legs.

Normally, Kelly wouldn’t have been walking alone so late at night. Tonight, however, she had stopped at the library right after school to do research for an English term paper. It took her longer than usual to finish the research, because she had had trouble concentrating on the assignment. Billy Simms, whom she had had a crush on for just ages, had finally overcome his shyness and asked Kelly to the homecoming dance next Friday. She couldn’t remember ever being so happy in her life. Kelly hummed happily to herself as she strolled along.

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Dave West peeked around the corner of the alley. He saw the young girl with the armful of books, half a block away, approaching the entrance to the alley. He pulled his head back and signaled Rudy Barnes and Jeff Reynolds to get ready.

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Kelly was passing a narrow alley between the Rochester Department Store and the Angus Building when she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. Turning, she only had a split second to register the three shapes that descended on her before they slammed into her. Hands grabbed her, pinning her arms to her side as her books scattered over the sidewalk. Another hand was clamped tightly over her mouth, stifling the scream that tried to escape from her throat. She was dragged back into the alley by two of her assailants while the third quickly gathered up the school books she had dropped to the pavement.

Kelly was still fighting, trying to break free of the two men who held her. The two men began hitting her in the face and stomach as they dragged her deeper into the alley, beating her viciously. Kelly was dragged to the rear of the alley and behind a dumpster. She saw the third one, the one who had gathered up her books, step up in front of her. Without warning, he drove his fist into her stomach, knocking the wind out of her and doubling her up. Jeff and Rudy, who held her from behind, pulled her back up straight as Dave hit her again.

Kelly was dazed and unable to catch her breath. She was unable to fight as Dave tore her blouse open, exposing the thin, white silk bra she wore. Jeff and Rudy tore the blouse from Kelly’s arms and threw it to the ground as Dave tore the bra in half. Kelly was then thrown to the ground and pinned down on her back in the dirt of the alley. Tearing open the snap and zipper of her blue jeans, Dave pulled her jeans and panties down, stripping them from her legs and tossing them aside. Kelly was laid out naked in the filth of the alley, wearing only white socks and sneakers.

Dave forced Kelly’s legs apart and knelt between them as Jeff and Rudy continued pinning her arms and shoulders to the ground. Kelly watched, helpless and terrified as Dave opened his trousers and pulled out his penis, thick and hard. Kelly was shaking her head from side to side, her eyes bulging, as Dave moved towards her. Still gasping for breath, she was incapable of even begging as Dave climbed on top of her.

"Nnnuuuhhh….nnnuuuhhh…..nnnuuuhhh" Kelly groaned as she felt Dave forcing himself up inside her. Not only was Kelly dry, but she was still a virgin, making Dave’s penetration of her intensely painful.

Kelly was twisting her body, digging her heels into the filth of the alley as she tried futilely to escape from Dave’s assault. Deeper and deeper he penetrated her with each thrust, moving ever nearer her unbroken hymen.

"Nnnuuuhhh….nnnuuuhhh….aaahhhh….P-please…uuhh…s-stop! S-stop!" Kelly managed to whimper through her tears as she continued squirming under Dave. "P-please ….ooohhhh….d-don’t! Ooohhhhh!"

Kelly’s entire body was trembling as Dave continued driving deeper into her. She felt him hit up against her hymen, felt him pushing against it. Dave pulled back, preparing to drive completely into her body.

"AAAHHHHNNOOOOOGODNOOOOO!" Kelly snapped her head and arched her back in pain as Dave, with one last, vicious thrust, tore through her hymen.

Kelly collapsed into the filth of the alley, sobbing as Dave continued his relentless assault, driving into her bloody vagina with ever increasing ferocity. He dropped his head, catching a nipple between his teeth. Biting and chewing, Dave enjoyed hearing Kelly whimper in pain as she squirmed beneath him. Dave put all his weight on Kelly, grinding her against the dirty, garbage littered concrete floor of the alley.

Kelly felt Dave swelling inside of her as his pace increased. Her trembling body twitched and jumped in pain with each thrust into her. Dave was fucking her viciously, relishing the pain and humiliation he was causing her.

Dave grabbed Kelly’s head and clamped his mouth over hers. He forced his tongue into her mouth as he moaned in pleasure. Kelly whimpered in fear and frustration as she felt the warmth of his cum shoot into her and spread through her insides. She felt him spraying more and more of the thick, hot liquid deep inside her with each thrust. Finally, with one last drive into her, Dave finished and collapsed on top of Kelly.

"Come on, man." Jeff said to Dave. "You taking a nap or what?"

"Okay, okay." Dave grumbled as he raised himself off of Kelly, withdrawing from her as he did. Kelly could feel the cum leaking out of her and running down between the cheeks of her ass. She felt as if she wanted to vomit.

"Please, n-no more." Kelly pleaded as Dave and Jeff changed places. "Please d-don’t h-hurt me anymore. Please."

Jeff grinned at Kelly as he prepared to mount her. "Sweetheart," he said, "we haven’t even started yet!" Kelly groaned as Jeff threw his weight on top of her. He guided his penis to her vagina, well lubricated with Dave’s cum and Kelly’s own blood and bodily fluids, and easily slid into the depths of her body. Kelly was begging through her tears, pleading with Jeff to stop as he continued raping her. She might as well have pleaded with the alley wall.

If anything, Jeff was even more brutal than Dave. Jeff took great pleasure in viciously biting Kelly’s breasts while he pounded into her body. Reaching down, he snaked his hands under Kelly’s hips and grabbed her buttocks, pulling them apart.

"Oh God NO!" Kelly’s eyes bulged as Jeff, still raping her in the vagina, began forcing a finger up her asshole. Kelly jumped, trying to escape the pain of the invading finger, slamming herself against Jeff and impaling herself on him as she did. Deeper and deeper into her asshole went Jeff’s finger, causing Kelly to bounce and squirm against him as he raped her.

"God NO!…aaahhh…P-please t-take it OUT!…uuuhhh…uuuhhh…no MORE!" Kelly begged as Jeff worked his finger completely into her asshole and began pumping it in and out of her. He loved the look of terror, pain and revulsion on Kelly’s face as he continued degrading her. He saw the sweat running from her forehead, matting her hair to the side of her head. God he loved it!

Kelly’s crying and begging, her squirming under him, her legs kicking as she dug her heels against the filth of the alley floor, was more than Jeff could stand. He felt his balls tightening as he approached orgasm. Faster and faster he drove himself into Kelly’s vagina as he continued finger fucking her ass.

"Ohhhnnoooooo!" Kelly moaned as she felt Jeff explode inside of her. She could feel his cum shooting into her, flooding her deepest recesses with it’s sickening warmth. "Oh God, please h-help me. P-please h-help me."

"God ain’t listening." Jeff grinned as he jerked his finger from Kelly’s asshole, causing her to jump.

Kelly was in near shock by this time. She saw Rudy taking his place between her legs, but all she could do was slowly shake her head from side to side and whimper "No more. Please no more." in a barely audible voice.

Rudy stayed in the kneeling position and slipped his arms under Kelly’s knees, lifting them so her legs were draped over his arms. Kelly moaned as Rudy slid into her, penetrating her more deeply than Dave or Jeff had due to the position of her legs.

"Nnoooo….uuuhhh…uuuhhh…Ohh nnooooo….uuuhhh…uuuhhh" Kelly moaned with each inward thrust as Rudy filled her insides with his rock hard penis. He began putting his weight on the back of Kelly’s legs, forcing her thighs towards her chest as he slowly stroked himself in and out of her.

Rudy pulled Kelly’s legs higher, positioning her ankles on his shoulders. As he put more of his weight on the back of her legs, forcing her thighs ever nearer her chest, he caused her ass to lift off the ground, allowing him to penetrate ever deeper into her ravaged body. Kelly continued moaning with each penetration of her body.

Rudy put both hands behind Kelly’s neck and pulled as he threw all his weight on the back of her legs. Kelly was bent double, her thighs pressing against her breasts and her knees on either side of her head. Her vagina pointed straight up into the air with Rudy on top of her. In this position, Rudy could penetrate deeply enough to pound against Kelly’s cervix with each inward thrust. Kelly wanted to scream in agony, but the pain was so great that she could not get enough air in her lungs to do more than whimper.

Kelly’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she ground her teeth in pain. She felt that she was going to die as Rudy continued his relentless assault. The pain was too great. She couldn’t take it any more. She felt as if she was being torn in half, as if Rudy would penetrate clear into her throat from the bottom.

"Eee…eee…eee…eee…eee" Kelly was nearly squeaking as Rudy drove into her over and over again. She felt him speed up his pounding, felt him growing ever larger inside of her. Then, with a near animalistic growl deep in his throat, Rudy began blowing his load inside Kelly. She felt his penis pulsing as he shot wave after wave of cum into her. It felt like it would never end, like he would keep cumming forever. Still he flooded her insides. And then his pace began to slacken, he eased his weight off of Kelly’s legs.

Slowly, Rudy raised himself back to a kneeling position with a sigh of contentment. He allowed Kelly’s legs to drop back to the ground as he stood up.

Dave and Jeff let go of Kelly as well. Rolling onto her side, Kelly pulled herself into the fetal position and cried softly while laying in the filth of the alley.

Dave looked down at Kelly’s naked body, saw the curve of her bare ass, and began feeling the stirrings of arousal. As Dave began unfastening his trousers again, Jeff and Rudy, in no hurry, lit cigarettes and leaned against the dumpster. They knew they wouldn’t have to hold Kelly down. They had broken the little bitch.

Kneeling next to Kelly, Dave pushed on her shoulder and hip, rolling her onto her stomach. Dazed and in shock, Kelly didn’t resist as he spread her legs and lowered himself onto her back. Using the cum that had run from Kelly’s vagina and covered her ass as a lubricant, Dave began shoving himself up inside her.

"Uuuuhhhhhh….ohhhh….." Kelly groaned as she felt Dave penetrating into her ass. She could feel the intense pain, but was too shocked to put up any real resistance. "Uuuhhh…uuuhhh…uuuhhh….p-please….oohhh….p-please st-stop….uuuhhh."

Jeff and Rudy grinned as they watched Dave fucking the little bitch in the ass. They laughed at the grimace of pain on Kelly’s face as Dave pounded viciously into her bowels. Kelly ground her teeth together as the pain flowed through her to the very center of her soul. Her entire body quivered under Dave as her whimpers of pain increased. Dave drove faster and harder, approaching orgasm.

"Ohhh G-God! Ohhh G-God n-no m-more! P-please get o-out of m-me! Ohh p-please! " Kelly pleaded between sobs. Dave was driving into Kelly ferociously, grinding her against the alley floor. He was tearing her insides with evil delight, enjoying having her crying and shivering helplessly under him. Kelly heard Dave begin to groan in her ear. She knew that he was close. She groaned in pain and misery as once again she felt her insides being sprayed with cum, this time flooding her bowels with the spreading warmth. Dave kept pumping until he had emptied his balls completely into Kelly’s ass.

After a moment, Dave lifted himself off of Kelly. She felt his penis withdrawing from her bowels. As Dave stood up and straightened his clothes, Kelly lay unmoving on her stomach, her legs still spread, cum and blood leaking from her ravaged asshole. She still didn’t move as Rudy took Dave’s place between her legs. Kelly squeezed her eyes shut and groaned as Rudy filled her asshole with his meat. Viciously, as if to out do Dave, Rudy began pounding into her bowels.

Mercifully, Kelly’s mind and body went numb. She knew that she was being anally raped, knew that a stranger was driving himself deep into her bowels, but she couldn’t feel anything. She lay in the filth, her eyes open, staring at nothing while Rudy used her body. Nothing mattered any more. She knew that Rudy was blowing his load inside her, knew his cum was mixing with the other fluids already flooding her, but it just didn’t matter anymore. Rudy pulled his dick out of her asshole and stood up. Kelly still lay in the dirt, her legs spread. She didn’t try to move.

She heard the three of them talking, but nothing they said registered in her mind. Then Jeff was grabbing her, rolling her onto her back. She saw him as he knelt over her face, one leg on each side of her head. He rested his buttocks on her chest and lifted her head. Kelly continued staring, unblinking, as Jeff slipped his dick between her lips and into her mouth. Holding both sides of her head, Jeff began moving Kelly’s mouth up and down the length of his dick. Kelly knew what was happening, knew that she was being fucked in the mouth, but at some level, her mind had thrown a switch. It had disconnected her from all pain, all emotion. Kelly heard Jeff groaning, felt his dick begin to throb in her mouth. Kelly closed her eyes and gagged as the first blast of Jeff’s cum hit the back of her throat. Then reflexes took over and Kelly began to swallow as wave after wave of thick cum pumped into her throat. Jeff held his dick deep in her mouth until the last bit of cum had left his balls. Dropping her head, Jeff stood up and began arranging his clothes.

Lighting cigarettes, the three rapists walked out of the alley, leaving Kelly naked and in shock, staring at the night sky without really seeing.

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Denise Rhodes sat at the breakfast counter in the kitchenette of her one bedroom apartment. She had finished breakfast and was enjoying a second cup of coffee as she opened the morning newspaper. The front page story that caught her eye tied her stomach into a knot and made her forget her coffee.

The story detailed the brutal gang rape of a high school student just two nights earlier. The sixteen year old victim had been drug into an alley by three assailants, beaten and raped repeatedly. She had been found by a building maintenance man working a late shift and was currently in the hospital. The newspaper reported her as being in critical condition. The police believed that this was the same group who was responsible for four other reported rapes, and speculation was that there were probably even more that were unreported.

Denise could understand exactly what the victim was going through. She herself had been gang raped by five men when she was nineteen. They had repeatedly raped her vaginally and anally over a three hour period. Two of them had used her mouth and forced her to swallow their sperm. Oh, yes. Denise understood exactly what this poor girl was going through, and her hatred of rapists burned even hotter.

Denise thought about calling Sergeant Steve Richards, a detective on the city police force, to see if she could obtain any further information regarding the rapes.

While the police normally wouldn’t share information of that type with a civilian, Denise and Steve had a special bond.

She had met Steve eight months earlier when she had encountered Jimmy Edwards, a psychopathic serial rapist who had earmarked Denise as his next victim. Unfortunately for Jimmy, he had no way of knowing that following her own rape, Denise had not only taken up the martial arts, but had also become expert with an easily concealable Kel-Tec .32 calibre automatic pistol. Three bullets to the centre of Jimmy’s chest had resulted in one less piece of filth walking the streets.

The police had at first doubted Denise’s story of attempted rape, since she had moved so quickly that Jimmy didn’t have a chance to put a mark on her. Several officers thought it was probably a lovers quarrel that had gone too far. It was Sergeant Richards who believed Denise and obtained a search warrant for Jimmy’s apartment. There, he found Jimmy’s souvenir album, filled with pictures he had taken of all his victims after he had raped them. All doubt regarding Denise’s story evaporated. The shooting was declared self defence, and Denise’s pistol was returned to her. After that, Denise and Steve had become fast friends.

Denise decided against calling Steve. She would go see him.

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Desk Sergeant William Maynard watched Denise enter the Police Station and cross the lobby. She was definitely an attractive young lady, he thought.

Denise was semi casually dressed in a white silk blouse, a short black skirt and white high heels. A small white purse hung from her left shoulder, and she carried a rolled up newspaper in her left hand. She stood five foot five and weighed one hundred and ten pounds. She had an excellent figure, and she kept her body toned with daily exercise and martial arts practice three times a week. She had the excellent legs of a professional dancer. She had a baby doll face with large brown eyes and full lips. Her thick brunette hair fell to just below her shoulders. Denise was without a doubt a head turner.

"Good morning, Miss Rhodes. Beautiful day, isn’t it?" Denise was seen often enough with Sergeant Richards that she was fairly well known around the Station, although nobody really knew what their relationship was. Some said they were secretly having an affair; others said they were dating; still others felt that they were just friends.

"For most of us, Sergeant Maynard. For most of us." Denise was thinking of a sixteen year old girl laying in a hospital. It wasn’t a beautiful morning for her. "Is Sergeant Richards busy?"

"Let me check." Sergeant Maynard picked up a telephone, punched a button and waited for an answer. "Miss Rhodes is here to see you, Steve. Right, will do."

Hanging up the phone, Sergeant Maynard handed Denise a visitors badge. "He said you should come right up. You know the way, of course."

Denise smiled as she clipped on the badge. "If I don’t know the way by now, I shouldn’t be let out without a keeper."

Sergeant Maynard laughed and shook his head as Denise started down the hall. He couldn’t help wishing that he was fifteen years younger. He’d give Richards a run for his money, no matter what the relationship was!

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Denise sat in the visitors chair across the desk from Steve Richards. The newspaper she had been carrying was open on his desk.

"So what’s being done?" Denise asked.

Steve sighed and rubbed his face. "Everything that can be done, kid. We’re canvassing the areas where the rapes occurred. We’re questioning everybody in an eight block area around each crime scene. We’re hitting up our snitches for anything they know. All vacations have been cancelled and the whole department is on overtime."

"What about decoys? Have you put out any police women to act as bait?"

"Nope. We don’t have any to fit the bill. Don’t get me wrong. We have some excellent women officers, and several of them are really good looking. But in this case, all of the victims have been petite teenagers, and none of our female officers could pass for that."

"What about me? I may not be a teenager, but I’m small enough to pass and my features are delicate enough that, at least in the dark, I could pull it off."

"Forget it! Maybe you could pull it off, but you’re also a civilian."

"So what? I’m a civilian that can kick the hell out of three quarters of your cops one-on-one and out shoot ninety percent of them. These animals have to be stopped, Steve!"

"Agreed. But the brass would never allow me to put you in the streets and you know it. Hell, they’d hang me out to dry if I even mentioned it!"

"So who say’s your putting me on the street? Like you said, I’m a civilian and that means I can go for a walk anytime I like, WITHOUT needing police permission!"

"Oh, shit! Don’t do anything stupid, Denise. Please?" "Would I do anything stupid?" she smiled at him sweetly.

Steve shook his head and sighed. Reaching into his desk drawer, he took out a small gift wrapped box and slid it across the desk.

"That was supposed to be for your birthday, but I have a feeling I’d better give it to you now."

Denise carefully unwrapped the package and opened it. She smiled as she looked at the contents.

"Oh, Steve! I love it! It’s beautiful. This is the nicest birthday present I’ve ever received. Thank you." Denise was truly touched by the gift.

"I don’t suppose you’re grateful enough to forget any stupid ideas you might have, are you?"

Denise again smiled sweetly at him.

"Oh shit." Steve mumbled.

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Denise had been studying the locations where the reported rapes had occurred. While there were only five so far, she thought she had detected a possible pattern. The rapists seemed to be alternating between grabbing their victims near alleys, shopping centers and parks. If she was right, the next victim should be grabbed in a park. While it was not a certainty by any stretch of the imagination, it was all she had to go on.

Denise put on her black running shorts and sports bra, white sweat socks and running shoes. Going to her night stand, she took out her "Pager Pal" holster. This was a unique inside the waistband holster for concealed carry without wearing a jacket or sweater. The holster and pistol were completely hidden under the waistband of trousers or skirt, with only a phony pager showing on the outside, apparently clipped to the belt. When needed, the shooter would pull up on the pager which brought the pistol grip out from under the waistband so the pistol could be drawn. Denise clipped the holster, along with her fully loaded automatic, inside her running shorts and headed for the park.

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It was nearly two weeks since Kelly Stevens had been raped, and Dave West, Jeff Reynolds and Rudy Barnes were hunting once again. This time they were canvassing the parks. They were set up in the bushes alongside the jogging path. There were always young girls trying to keep their shape, so there were always young girls running on the path.

Dave was waiting near a turn in the path, concealed in the bushes. Jeff and Rudy were fifty yards farther along. If Dave saw a likely candidate, he would signal Jeff and Rudy, who would then start jogging down the path towards the intended victim. As they would pass her, they would waylay her and drag her into the bushes. Simple and effective.

Dave had let several potential victims pass. Some were not as petite as he liked. Others were too old. Naturally, any who were not running alone were allowed to pass. Watching the path, Dave saw a young looking girl running alone. Maybe five-four or five-five, one ten to one fifteen, good body and legs with thick brown hair worn past the shoulders. She was wearing tight, black Lycra shorts with a matching sports bra, white sweat socks and running shoes. Yeah, she would do fine.

Dave signaled Jeff and Rudy. They flicked their cigarettes away and began jogging down the path. they hadn’t gone twenty yards when they saw the young girl jog around the bend in the path. As the distance closed, Jeff and Rudy separated to allow the girl to pass between them. Jeff smiled and nodded to distract her from Rudy. She smiled back at Jeff as she began passing between the two. At that moment, Rudy threw a vicious punch, hitting her in the face and snapping her head back. Her feet came out from under her and she dropped to her back on the concrete. Jeff and Rudy pulled the stunned girl to her feet and began dragging her into the bushes as Dave ran down the trail to join them.

"Let go of me!" the brown haired girl pleaded as she struggled against Jeff and Rudy’s grip. "I said LET GO OF ME! "

Without warning, she kicked out sideways, catching Rudy in the knee. Rudy yelled and released his grip on the girl as his leg collapsed under him. She tried to throw a punch at Jeff, but he caught her wrist in his hand. At that point, Dave drove his fist into her stomach, doubling her over and knocking the wind out of her. As Jeff pulled her up straight, Dave hit her in the stomach again. By this time Rudy was on his feet and breathing fire. Pushing Dave out of the way, Rudy drove his fist into the helpless girls stomach several more times. When Jeff released his grip on her, she collapsed in the grass, gasping and trying to breathe.

Dave grabbed the girls running shorts and began peeling them down her legs as Jeff grabbed her sports bra and pulled it over her head and down her arms. Still overcome by the severe beating she had endured, the young girl was unable to put up any resistance as she was stripped naked.

"Fucking bitch KICKED me!" Rudy growled. "I’m taking her first, and I’m gonna make her PAY!"

"Go for it, man." Even Dave didn’t challenge Rudy when he was angry.

Rudy stripped off his trousers and underwear. Grabbing the sobbing girl by the shoulders, he threw her over onto her back. Kneeling down, he straddled her chest, one leg on each side of her shoulders. Pulling back his right hand, Rudy yelled "BITCH!" as he viciously slapped the helpless girl in the face. Yelling "BITCH!" again, Rudy backhanded his victim on the other side of her face. "BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! BITCH!" Rudy yelled over and over, hitting the girl each time he yelled. Her eyes were swollen, her lips split and her face covered with bruises by the time Rudy quit hitting her.

"I’ll teach you, you fucking cunt!" Rudy growled. Grabbing her head, he began forcing his dick into her mouth. She tried twisting her head to keep him from entering her.

"No! Wait! Please no! Waiaaccchhhhmmmmuuummmpppphhhh…." she began choking on Rudy’s dick as he forced himself deep into her throat. Rudy was pumping his hips forward and back, fucking her mouth and throat as viciously as he could. She continued gagging and choking on Rudy, her body twisting as she tried to push him away.

Without warning, Rudy pulled his dick out of her mouth. Moving between her legs, he threw his weight on top of her, grasped his dick and began shoving against her dry vagina.

"Nooo! P-please d-don’t!" the beaten girl mumbled as she felt Rudy penetrating her. Rudy drove deeper into her with each thrust, using his dick as a weapon to inflict as much pain as possible.

"Nnnnuuuuuoooohhhhhh!" she groaned as Rudy jammed himself all the way into her, pounding her body like a pile driver. Rudy grabbed her legs and forced them into the air so that he could penetrate her more deeply. Pain tore through her body each time Rudy drove into her depths. She twisted her body and kicked with her legs in a futile attempt to get away from her attacker.

"Uuuhhh…..uuuhhh….uuuhhh" she moaned in pain each time Rudy drove into her. Over and over he pounded into her, tearing her body and soul. But Rudy wasn’t done yet. Pulling out of her vagina, Rudy stood up and dragged her to a fallen tree, where he threw her face down over the log, her ass in the air and exposed.

Kneeling behind her, Rudy began brutally forcing his way into her asshole, spreading her tight passage open as he drove deeper into her. Crying and whimpering, she pleaded with Rudy to stop hurting her. Then, with one vicious thrust, Rudy buried his dick to the hilt in the tortured girls bowels. Every muscle in her body snapped taut with the pain that ripped through her.

"Aaahh….aaahhh….Noo!…uuurrrraaahhh…nu-nu-nuuooohhh" she whimpered as Rudy pounded repeatedly into her squirming, trembling body. He could see blood beginning to leak from her asshole, and his frenzy increased. Faster and faster he drove into her as he approached orgasm. Rudy began growling deep in his throat as he felt his balls tightening.

"Ooohhhhhhuuuuuuuu" she moaned as she felt Rudy pumping his cum deep inside her bowels. She felt sick as the warm liquid spread through her insides. Over and over he drove into her, pumping more cum into her body with each thrust, until finally his balls were drained. Pulling out of her battered body, Rudy stood up.

"Now you guys can do whatever the fuck you want."

"How about a twofer?" Dave grinned at Jeff.

Pulling her off the log, they dropped her on her back in the grass. Pulling off their trousers, Dave knelt between her legs while Jeff knelt over her face. Jeff could see the fear and revulsion in her eyes as she realized what was going to happen.

"No." she whimpered softly, shaking her head slowly from side to side. "Please no. Not like this. Please not liuuummmmgggggppp" Jeff cut her off by jamming his dick into her mouth. As she choked on Jeff, she could feel Dave sliding into her vagina. She felt nauseous at the thought of being raped simultaneously by two men.

Jeff squeezed his thighs closed on each side of her head as he pumped his dick in and out of her mouth. At the same time, Dave was kneeling between her legs, his elbows under her knees to keep her legs in the air as he drove repeatedly into her battered body.

"Oh yeah!" Jeff moaned as he continued pumping himself into her throat. The sounds of her gagging and choking on his meat was music to his ears. Knowing that Dave was behind him, fucking her in the cunt at the same time, made it even better. Grabbing her by the hair, Jeff pulled her face up against his stomach as he continued driving into her mouth and throat, causing her to gag even more.

Dave was plowing into her vagina as hard as he could, causing her body to twitch and jump with each thrust. He could feel her body trembling underneath them as he and Jeff continued their abuse. God, there wasn’t anything better than a double rape!

Jeff was getting closer to orgasm. He felt his balls tightening as his dick swelled inside her mouth. Dave was also groaning with pleasure as his arousal increased. Her panic increased as she felt both of them driving into her faster and harder. She knew what was coming. She prayed to God that he would stop them, that he wouldn’t let this happen. And then Jeff pulled her face tight against his stomach as the first blast of cum shot into the back of her throat.

The sound of her retching as Jeff’s cum pulsed down her throat pushed Dave over the edge. As Jeff’s thick, salty cum blasted into her throat, she could feel Dave spraying her insides with his load. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her, couldn’t believe that she was being filled with cum from both ends at once. She felt her stomach turning as she was forced to swallow Jeff’s sperm while Dave continued pumping cum into her vagina. Finally, the two of them were spent, the last of their cum drained from their balls and into her body.

The beaten, brutalized girl lay naked in the grass, in shock and unmoving as the three rapists straightened their clothing and walked away.

Rape story By Armyman

General Rashid had always followed the advice given by George C. Scott in Rashid’s favorite movie, ‘PATTON.’ ‘When you go forward to visit the troops, fly flags and make a lot of noise so they see you sharing their dangers; but when you go back, take down the flags and go home quietly like a thief in the night.’ Now Rashid was driving forward to visit his troops; but he had replaced his flags with an even more eye-catching ornament for his command car, Major Diana Barker. After seeing the way her degradation had raised the morale of his dispirited staff, he had resolved to use her to prepare his elite troops for the coming battle. Mounting her on his car was just the first step in his plan

Diana had been positioned on the front of his land rover. She was dressed in her boots and flight suit, the one which had the front pinned open to expose her breasts and the crotch cut away. Her lower legs had been bent back under her thighs and her booted feet tied to her thighs. Now she rested on her knees on a small metal platform which Rashid had ordered welded to the bumper. To hold her upright, her torso had been tied to a large diameter metal pipe which was also welded to the bumper. Diana’s arms were tied behind her back. Ropes ran from her elbows to the vehicle’s mirror mountings to keep her from twisting from side to side as the vehicle traveled over the rough roads at a high speed. Rashid was very pleased with the effect she produced, her hair blowing in the desert wind and her large breasts bouncing wildly with each rut the command car hit.

Diana was not as pleased. The ride was pure hell. With all her weight resting on her knees, every jolt in a rut filled road sent a bolt of pain up her legs. Her face and breasts were exposed to the wind blown sand which, at the speed she was travelling, produced an effect identical to standing in front of a sand blaster. Her abused breasts were especially sensitive to the blowing sand. Diana wondered if she would have any skin left on them by the time this ride was over. The fine road dust kicked up by the vehicle was finding its way on to all her skin surfaces not scoured clean by the sand and combining with the sweat covering her body to produce an itchy grit. It covered her and seemed to particularly delight in collecting inside her exposed cunt lips. The dust also found its way into her mouth and throat, torturing her with thirst and reducing her moans to weak croaks. By the time they reached their destination, Diana was in her own world of pain and thirst, oblivious to her surroundings.

With forty thousand men under his command, Rashid knew he would have to be sparing in his use of Diana. He had selected the company commanders, senior NCOs, and battalion commanders of one brigade, some 34 men in all, to take part in his test of her usefulness in raising morale. The unit was from his best division, the 5th Mechanized Division, and had been selected to lead the planned offensive Saddam had ordered. It had also suffered heavily from American airpower. Rashid was certain that allowing them to use and abuse Diana would help them win back some of the confidence they had lost under the relentless air attacks. But with only 5 days until the planned attack at Khafji, he had to act fast.

He found the men drawn up in formation at the oil derrick he had designated. Since the Americans would never bomb Kuwait’s precious oil wells, he knew that he could count on not being interrupted here. General Rashid ordered his driver to pull in front of the formation and park. He enjoyed the sight of the men’s confusion as they first saw the figure on the front of his vehicle and then realized that it was a woman. They had been without women in the desert for almost six months now. The formation wavered for a moment but discipline held. He was satisfied that he had their attention.

Climbing onto the hood of the land rover, the General launched into his speech. He spoke of the imperialists threatening the Dar el Saddam, the House of Saddam, and about the coming opportunity to strike a blow for their great leader. He appealed to their male pride, telling them that the Americans depended on women like this one to do their fighting. Rashid thought that he had never seen an audience so spell bound by one of his speeches. Of course, the men were mesmerized by Diana rather than the General. There she hung on the bumper of his car, not 15 feet away from the front rank, with her breasts exposed. Even her cunt, its covering hair shaven, was clearly visible to the hungry stares of the men. Despite in her battered state, Diana could sense the lust radiating from these men; it was as real to her as the heat radiating from the hood of the land rover. As the General’s speech turned to the death brought by Americans and their bombers, and the men began to understand the significance of the uniform Diana was wearing; an ominous hatred came into the men’s eyes. Each had lost men, if not friends, to the hated bombers. They had felt the frustration of suffering attack without being able to fight back. Now the General was offering them a target for their anger. In response the men began to cheer in earnest, firing their weapons into the air and screaming victory chants.

The General’s bodyguards untied her from the hood of the land rover and freed her feet though not her hands. Since Diana’s legs were too cramped to hold her up, they carried her to an empty oil barrel lying in the sand. The two men threw her over the barrel and then retreated, leaving her to the waiting men.

As soon as her stomach hit the hot metal of the drum, Diana knew that she was in serious trouble. She had grown increasingly numb to the abuse being inflicted upon her. But now, as she looked over the mob of uniformed men surrounding her, she felt a fear more intense than that of the first night when Yazeed had her gang raped. Could they, she wondered, mean to rape her to death?

The Iraqi soldiers swarmed over her. One man grabbed her by her auburn hair and pulled her head over his erect cock. As he filled her mouth, Diana felt hands all over her body. They grabbed her breasts; squeezing, pinching and mauling her sand blasted tits. Those who could not reach her breasts ripped the flight suit off her back and legs to maul her naked flesh. Diana was in shock. She did not even feel the first man to enter her exposed vagina. Suddenly he was just there, his hips banging against hers as he propelled her forward onto the cock in her mouth. That man’s cockhead was forcing its way into her throat, choking her, and making Diana light headed as it cut off her oxygen. Then the man began brutally fucking her face, using his grip on her hair to force her mouth back and forth over his cock as he remained motionless.

Now Diana could get quick gasps of air between strokes. As the two men pounded her nude body from opposite ends, anonymous hands continued to maul her now totally nude body. Draped over the barrel with her arms bound behind her, Diana could do little to stop her attackers. But this time she did not even try to resist the men who were brutally raping her. Instead, she lay passively over the empty oil drum as the two men used her mouth and cunt. She concentrated on breathing and tried to push her rising panic to the back of her mind.

Neither of the men lasted long inside her. Diana felt hot cum filling her mouth and then the same wet heat inside her cunt. The two cocks disappeared only to be replace by two more. Now her whole world was limited to the two cocks penetrating her. Man after man mounted her and left their spending inside her cunt. Diana’s crotch became saturated in cum, so much of it that it ran in streams out of her numbed cunt lips and onto her tanned legs. The men in her mouth were fucking her with equal brutality, bloodying her lips with their thrusts as they deposited volumes of sperm in her mouth. It was all that Diana could do to swallow the masses of sticky, white seman flooding her mouth. It was either swallow or choke. As she forced it down, Diana had the sensation that their cum was coating her esophagus all the way to her stomach. In a half lucid moment, she could feel it filling her stomach, gallons of the thick, white cum pooling inside her. Diana thought that she was going to drown in their cum.

As her cunt became too saturated in cum for even the Iraqi’s to tolerate, the men fucking her switched to her unused asshole. The first man simply forced his penis into her unlubricated ass, indifferent to the searing pain he caused Diana. It was only because she had already been repeatedly sodomized earlier in her captivity that the man was able to penetrate her without ripping her ass apart. The pain was excoriating as he pumped his cock into her with relentless jackhammer-like strokes. Diana tried to scream. But the cock pumping into her mouth choked the sound of her cries until that all that came out of her mouth were weak moans. The man sodomizing her rode Diana for what seemed to her to be an eternity. Finally, he came.

To Diana’s relief, his cum then provided a lubricant for the next man to sodomize her. Then that man emptied himself into her burning ass and was replaced by yet another as soon as he had pulled out of her. Soon, Diana’s still burning asshole was as loose and as saturated in her rapists’ sperm as her abused vagina. Through it all, Diana lay passively over the barrel, submissively accepting their abuse without even a thought of resistance. She was resolved to cling to life even at the expense of submitting to these men.

So it continued as man after man used her mouth or ass. Both ends of Diana’s pain racked body were covered in their white, sticky sperm. Her memories became increasingly disjointed. She would remember cum spurting into her face and eyes, cocks and fingers penetrating her asshole, hands pulling on her hair as her head was jerked back and forth over someone’s cock, and hands pulling at her sore nipples. She had no idea how many man had used her or how many more were to come.

If Diana’s recollections were confused, those of General Rashid were crystal clear. He watched Diana’s ordeal from his vantage point on the hood of the land rover; from there he could see everything that was being done to her by his soldiers. He was delighted by the aggressiveness his men showed toward the captive American woman. The brutal way in which they forced her to service them with her mouth and, especially, their causal brutality in using her anus as a second cunt pleased him greatly. He could see the confidence flowing back into his soldiers. Nor did the sight of such a strong woman being subjected to the humiliation and pain of a mass rape fail to arouse him. He had witnessed more gang rapes than he could remember as a young officer fighting the Kurds; but he had never seen a woman endure such brutality or so many men. That is, if she does live through it, he thought.

General Rashid was enthralled by the sight of her muscular body being buffeted about by the men using her mouth and ass. One man was using her cum covered face as if it were her cunt, his hands gripping her sperm soaked hair as he pulled her head back and forth on his cock. The other man was literally trying to stab her to death with his penis. He was thrusting into her open asshole in a mad frenzy while slapping her buttocks with his right hand. Even from his position, the General could hear the wet, sucking sounds of the man’s penis ramming in and out of her cum-soaked asshole and the counterpointing loud cracks as his hand impacted on her quivering butt cheeks. As one set of men spent themselves in Diana, another pair appeared with erect penises and took their places. Her holes were never empty for more than a few seconds. Even after the American woman finally passed out, the men continued to fuck her slimy holes. The General could not even tell just when she had passed out since her body had continued to move in response to the men fucking her unconscious body.

Eventually, the General called a halt. Each man had taken Diana at least one; some had used her three times. The men’s mood was as jubilant as if they had won a great victory on the battlefield. Rashid was cheered wildly when he promised them more American women soldiers after the great victory they would win at Khafji. As the men were marched away, the General walked over to where Diana was still lying draped over the metal drum. One of his bodyguards was examining the woman’s still body. Rashid was fascinated to see that Diana’s cunt lips and asshole both were still distended. They were so open that he could actually see the interior linings and the pools of cum still inside the woman’s vagina and colon. Her body was covered in his men’s cum. It had dried in layers over her skin at her sex, upper legs, and face. It had even flowed as far as onto her red, raw breasts. General Rashid thought that he had never seen a more desirable looking woman in his life.

" Is she alive?" he ask his bodyguard.

" Yes Sir, she still breathes though I do not see how she could have survived this."

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As the President read through the CIA report, he began shaking his head in that disjointed way he had when he was angry. His chief of staff watched uneasily, suspecting that the President had gotten to the part where the informant described Major Barker’s beating and rape by General Rashid. Sardonically he thought, wait until you read the part about the gang rape. He had been thinking about how the war had been going so well; now this had to happen. Despite the Military’s misgivings, it was clear that they had to do something to save the woman. If they didn’t, the women’s groups would crucify them. It simply didn’t matter if they did lose 50 men to save this one female pilot. They had to do something and do it before the media got wind of this. The American people would never forgive them if this got out and they had done nothing. He was mentally marshalling his responses to each of the Military’s objections when the President looked up and said, " Do it."

On the following night, General Rashid was in an elated mood. The preparations for the attack at Khafji were going well. Morale was high in the 5th Mechanized just as he had known it would be. And now he had learned that his men had captured another American female pilot and were bringing her to his headquarters. It seemed only logical that he take advantage of her presence before sending the woman on to Baghdad. After all, if he gave Saddam his victory, then nothing would be said about this little indulgence. If he failed, he was a dead man regardless of what he did to her. It was victory or death, he thought; so live for the moment.

Two hours later General Rashid was studying his new plaything, Marine First Lieutenant Kathleen O’Connor. He had the young woman kneeling before him, stripped of her flight suit and with her arms tied behind her back. A petite, redhead with an athletic body-everyone referred to her by her call sign " Tomboy," the woman presented a fascinating contrast to the muscular Major Barker. He found her to be attractive in a boyish way with her small breasts, slender build, and short, red hair. Though Tomboy tried to maintain a brave front, the General could sense her fear; he could literally smell it emulating from her sweat covered body. It will be interesting, he thought, to put the two American women together.

A short time later, he had them together. A nude Diana was lying on her stomach on the table, her booted feet on the floor and her strong arms bound behind her back. A swarthy, naked soldier stood behind her, his erect cock plowing her distended asshole. In front of Diana, another of the General’s guards was using her mouth; holding her hair, he held her head still as he pumped his cock in and out of her open mouth. Grunts and soft moans were coming from Diana to accompany the louder panting of the guards as they used the submissive woman. The General held Tomboy’s hair, forcing her to watch as his men raped the broken female Air Force officer. Tears ran down Tomboy’s face as she watched in horror. Her body shook with her own fear as she was forced to watch Diana’s body being buffeted between the two angry men. Helplessly she watched as man after man raped Diana’s mouth and ass. She wanted to say something, to stop this horror; but she was too afraid. As she looked on, the General whispered into her ear:

" This is what will happen to you as well, my little American Marine; after I have used you first, of course. No one will save you! What you see is nothing compared to what that whore has endured and what you will also endure. You are no longer American warriors- now you are Iraqi whores!"

Less than five miles away a team of American soldiers from Delta Force was waiting in the sand dunes in the middle of an S-shaped curve. They had been landed from two MH-47’s here, deep in the Iraqi rear area, only an hour before. Now the assault team waited tensely inside their Trojan horse, a captured Iraqi army truck, while the support team waited in two man teams spread throughout the dunes. The lookout had already signalled the approach of the scrounging convoy from III Corp headquarters.

Every night four trucks made the trip to Kuwait City and back with whatever they could find to feed themselves now that the Iraqi supply system had collapsed under the bombing. The Delta Force team was going to join this convoy and use it to pass through the checkpoints into the headquarters area. When the last truck approached the first part of the curve, two of the support force pulled on a rope to move an accordion like metal frame covered with spikes across the asphalt in front of the truck. As the Iraqi truck swerved onto the sand and slowed with two punctured tires, the Delta Force truck came out of the dunes to replace it at the end of the convoy. With the engine noises and the muffling effect of the curve, none of the Iraqis in the first three trucks heard the silenced MP5’s as men from the support team dispatched the two Iraqis in the truck’s cab. All they saw were the black-out lights of the last truck coming around the curve. In a few moments, the convoy was being waved through the first checkpoint and into the headquarters area.

By now Tomboy had seen eight men use Diana as she lay passively on the table. Their brutality horrified her. Even worse, to her terrified mind, was the submissive manner with which Diana seemed to accept the brutal attacks. Tomboy knew and admired Diana Barker by her reputation within the close knit community of female flyers; she could not understand how these men had turned her into their unresisting fuck toy. The sight of this muscular woman being used and degraded by her enemies and not fighting back was heartbreaking to Tomboy. How, she wondered, could see resist them if Diana Barker could not?

" That is enough! " , the General ordered the guards, " You are dismissed. See that no one disturbs me for an hour."

The guards filed out, leaving Tomboy alone with the General and Diana. Diana remained face down on the table, almost zombie like now in her passivity. Tomboy could see that the guards’ cum covered her face, leaving a white mask over her mouth and chin. Diana’s asshole was a gapping circle, dripping the thick cum onto her cunt before it dropped to the floor and formed a puddle of white on the concrete. Tomboy thought that Diana looked like a queen, brought low by her enemies but still regal even in her suffering. Pulling Tomboy to Diana by her hair, the General pushed her face close to the other woman’s ass and taunted her,

" Take a close look at her asshole. Yours will look like that- like a whore’s cunt! Take a closer look! Taste my men’s sperm; lick her clean like a good little American whore!" The General pushed Tomboy’s face into Diana’s sperm covered ass as he spoke. He pulled painfully on her short hair and screamed at her,

" Do it whore! Clean your comrade of my men’s sperm before I call the men back and let them have you!" Terrified, Tomboy obeyed. She put out her pink, little tongue and began hesitantly scooping the slimy white man seed into her mouth. Grimacing at the bitter, salty taste of the men’s cum, she licked it carefully from Diana’s cunt and asshole. Tomboy kept her eyes tightly shut while she licked, as if to hide the horrible reality of the situation.

" Good. Now put your tongue into her ass and clean her! DO IT!" Tomboy pressed her lips to Diana’s open asshole and then extended her tongue into the hot, foul tasting opening. As Tomboy moved her tongue about inside Diana’s asshole, A soft moan came from Diana. Diana had tried not to respond to the soft probing tongue, vowing not to take pleasure from the Marine’s humiliation. But the feeling of the tongue moving inside her still sensitive colon defeated her. Diana’s face became flushed as Tomboy’s tongue moved down to her unused cunt. She knew how embarrassing this was for the female Marine but could not help drawing some pleasure from the soft stimulation. At the General’s orders, Tomboy kept licking her cunt until , to Diana’s intense embarrassment, Diana’s cunt began to lubricate itself. Diana shuddered, more in embarrassment than arousal, at her body’s betrayal.

Tomboy had never had sex with another woman; she had never tasted another woman’s secretions. But she instantly knew what it was when Diana’s lubricants hit her tongue. Tomboy was as repelled by Diana’s taste as she had been by that of the Iraqi’s cum. She felt as if the other woman had betrayed her, that Diana was enjoying her degradation!

Mercifully, the General pulled her face out of Diana’s cunt. Ordering both of the women to stand, he pressed them together, Tomboy’s front to Diana’s back. Making Diana squat slightly, he tied Tomboy to Diana with a single piece of rope encircling the waists of both women. Then he ordered Diana to kneel on the floor, hoisting Tomboy off the floor and onto Diana’s broad back and bound arms. By now, Tomboy had realized his intent; she kicked wildly with her legs to keep him away as Diana knelt impassively underneath her with her head on the cold concrete. Dodging her flying legs, the General caught each in turn and tied it to Diana’s leg until Tomboy was helpless. She still struggled, trying to throw Diana on her back to protect herself; but the older, heavier woman held her fast. She called out to Diana for help,

" PLEASE, DON’T HELP HIM…….MOVE !!!!!!" But Diana did not move. Impervious to another’s pain after suffering so much of her own, she concentrated on staying on her knees and tried to close her mind to what was going to happen to Tomboy. The smaller woman’s struggles grew even more frenzied as the General positioned himself behind her and began to probe Tomboy’s asshole with his fingers. Slowly, he opened her tiny spincter with his fingers, adding another each time he gained a few millimetres in his fight against her spincter ring. As Tomboy screamed and struggled, he slowly opened her virgin asshole with his fingers.

" NO…PLEASEEE….PLEASEEE…..HELP ME..AAAHHHHEEEE" Using his thumbs now, the General spread her spincter open, stretching her painfully in preparation for penetrating her asshole with his cock. Helplessly anchored to the larger form of Diana, Tomboy could do nothing to protect herself as the General opened her asshole. He positioned the head of his cock at the small opening and pushed until the head lodged itself inside the woman’s ass. Still pulling her spincter apart with his thumbs, he leaned toward Tomboy’s pale, feckled back and thrust as hard as he could.

" AAAHHHEEE!…. NOO…..PLEASEE…"

Firmly embedded inside her ass, the General shifted his grip to her hips; he pushed his cock into her impossibly tight asshole again as the sweat began to stream off his bare chest. Again and again, he pressed his cock into her until it was about half way into her ass. Then he stopped, pausing to savior the hot, tight asshole gripping his cock. As Tomboy took his cock into her ass, the Delta Force team was approaching the headquarters building. Almost invisible in their black uniforms and using night vision goggles to find their way in the darkness, the 16 men quickly surrounded the building. When they were in position, the team leader sent the GO message to the extraction force, letting them know that it was time to start the assault phase.

Ten kilometres away, the signal reached the commander of the attached attack helicopter battalion. He passed the GO signal on to his fifteen aircraft which were hovering around him like giant prehistoric insects and then pressed his throttle, making the 9 ton Apache helicopter leap forward toward the Iraqi headquarters. On his left was his wingman; Two thousand meters to his right were the other three aircraft of " A" company. At intervals of two thousand meters behind him were the other two companies of his battalion. Their mission was simple: open a corridor five thousand meters wide to the assault team for the extraction helicopters. All they had to do was shoot their way through about 20 anti-aircraft guns and a battalion of tanks protecting the headquarters. Piece of cake, the lieutenant colonel thought; with the thermal sights on these things we can see them and they can’t see us. Just as long as we don’t hover above any assholes with an RPG, everyone goes home.

Tomboy was impaled on the General’s cock. She was trapped between his bulk and Diana’s muscular back and arms, the ropes at her waist and feet holding her immobile. Tomboy’s breasts were pressed into Diana’s sweaty back as the woman’s muscular arms enveloped their sides. Her face was also pressed into Diana’s back , her tears and drool mixing with Diana’s sweat to form a pool on the tanned skin of the older woman. The pain of the man’s cock forcing its way into her virgin hole felt like a burning log being rammed up her ass. As the General forced his cock into her, he was chanting:

" CUNT… WHORE… SLUT… CUNT… BITCH.. SLUT… BITCH… WHORE…"

Tomboy screamed from the pain engulfing her; but General Rashid’s penis continued to penetrate her colon, filling her brain with waves of buring pain. He managed to force his entire cock into her tiny ass so that his pubic hair nestled against her pale skinned asscheeks. Then he began to fuck, sawing in and out of her tight passage. For Tomboy, the pain and humiliation were overwhelming; for the General, the young woman’s tight ass was sheer pleasure. It squeezed his cock like a hand would, gripping tighter as he thrust into her and releasing slightly as he withdrew his cock until only the head was still inside her. Harder and harder he rode the moaning redhead, making both her body and Diana’s shake with the force of his thrusts. Finally, he could take no more of Tomboy’s tightness. The General came, filling the captured pilot’s asshole with his hot cum. He rested for a moment on the redhead’s back. Then he got up and shakily walked around to Diana’s head. Holding her head up by her hair, he presented his blood and shit stained cock to her and ordered:

" Now you will clean me ,whore ! Lick her shit off my cock!"

Diana obeyed. Taking his filthy cock into her mouth, she began. As she licked and sucked on his cock, Diana could feel the sobs still shaking tomboy’s body. She concentrated on controlling her own revulsion at performing such a degrading task, painfully conscious of the bloody, shit stained cock filling her mouth. When that cock suddenly disappeared from her mouth, Diana looked up in surprise. The General had stepped back and was looking in amazement at something behind her. Suddenly, three red splotches appeared on the man’s chest. As Diana watched dumbfounded, the General stumbled backwards with a look of dumb shock on his face. He hit and then slid down the wall, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Diana froze motionless in fear. From behind her she heard a voice speaking in English-American Army English.

" FUCK!! Hey, Captain, you got to fucking  see this! The fuckin, raghead fuckers were having a fuckin party!" EPILOGUE: Major Diana Barker made it back to Saudi Arabia safely though eleven of her rescuers did not. The story of what she had been doing when her rescuers arrived was hushed up except for the stories told in certain bars at Fort Bragg, Delta Force’s home station. But network anchors don’t drink at Fort Bragg. The media loved her story-as she told it-and made her the victim-hero of the war. She got her picture on the cover of Time Magazine and was famous for almost two weeks. Things turned out very well for her. She didn’t even need the adult diapers anymore after a couple of months.

Uniform rape story by Armyman

It was the second day of the air war and Air Force Major Diana Barker was feeling very unhappy. Part of this was attributable to the fact that she was sitting in the back of an Iraqi army truck with her hands tied behind her back and a bag over her head. She was thirsty, her body ached from the jolt she received when she ejected from her F-16, and she was afraid. But most of all, she was pissed because she knew that she had blown it. After all the hype, the first woman combat pilot had let herself get shot down on her first combat mission. All she could think of was how this was going to screw up her plans for getting a star. She had spent the last ten years of her life working toward that goal.

She had used every resource at her command to get ahead in the air force, discovering in her first year at the academy that it was not so much a case of how good you were as how well you could manipulate the system. She soon realized that the Air Force’s equal opportunity program was the perfect " ticket to ride" for someone like herself with a lot of ambition and few scruples. Those superiors she couldn’t or wouldn’t fuck, she blackmailed.

As a woman, the pressure on her superiors to ensure that she succeeded was already great; adding the threat to file a sexual harassment complaint made it irresistible. This attitude earned her the nickname of " Nutcracker." Instead of angering her, Diana was proud of the nickname, so proud that she used it as her radio call sign. A year ago when the Air Force opened fighters to women, she had been an obscure if talented captain flying C-141 transports. Now at 32, Diana Barker was a high speed, low drag major and the darling of the media. Unfortunately, the media demands of her " superstar" status had not left her the time or the inclination to master mundane matters like counter-SAM drills.

As she rode, Diana began to think that she could come out of this OK. Aside from some groping by the soldiers guarding her, no one had mistreated her. Nor was she the type to be afraid of a little " grab-ass." Diana was almost six feet tall with the buff physique of a body builder combined with a 36" chest. She was proud of her body; like everything about her from her short and sassy haircut to her choice of cars, it was part of the " Top Gun" image she had created for herself.

Diana could feel the change as the truck moved on to a hardtop road and hours later could detect the increase in sounds as they entered a city. She surmised that she must be in Baghdad. Eventually she felt the truck stop and she was hustled out and into a building. There was some conversation in Arabic which she could not understand and then more walking, this time down some stairs and through numerous doors which clanked ominously behind her. When the guards released her arms and spoke, Diana could see light through the bottom of the bag covering her head and sense the presence of several other men in the room besides her escorts. Diana was very proud of how tough she had been at the Air Force’s survival, escape, and evasion school. She thought she could handle a camel jockey.

Watching her from his seat was Captain Vahid Yazeed of Saddam’s special security service, one of his most promising young torturers. He had been personally selected by the Great Leader to break the first American pilots captured and turn them into propaganda weapons. Yazeed understood that the information he extracted was of minor importance. His job was to break the pilots’ will, so that they would be pliable tools in the battle for American public opinion which would be waged using their own media. Though he was surprised that the first POW was a woman, it made no difference in his orders and made the task that much more appealing to him. A through sadist, Yazeed had been eagerly anticipating watching his men rape an American male pilot. Now that he had a female pilot to work on, he looked forward to participating in the rape as well. For rape was a primary tool of his trade, used to break the subject, man or woman, psychologically.

Although he had tortured Iraqi and Kurdish women, Diana would be his first Western female. Yazeed found the idea of having such a woman under his control very exciting.

" Strip her," ordered Yazeed as he leaned back in his chair and watched.

The guards untied Diana’s hands and unzipped her flight suit, then pulled it off her and set it carefully aside. Then they ripped off her T shirt, bra and panties, leaving her nude but for her combat boots, dog tags, and the bag covering her head. Diana did not try to resist them; instead she concentrated on breathing slowly and calmly. She had been told to expect this in survival school. Stripping a person of their clothes was meant to stripped them of their confidence, her instructors had told her. Still, knowing that didn’t make her feel any braver right now.

Yazeed examined her body at length. He found the large breasts with their little finger size nipples to be fascinating. The breasts and particularly the nipples were a very sensitive area for a woman. He would enjoy working on a woman so amply endowed.

Her muscular body was foreign to an Arab but nevertheless appealing. Not only did it arouse him, but it would serve his purposes well since she could suffer longer before she reached her physical limit. Only her neatly trimmed pubic hair repelled him.

Unlike this Western slut, respectable Arab women shaved their pubic hair. Though he knew that he should wait longer to let the humiliation of standing nude before unseen men play upon her, Yazeed could not wait to see her face. Half afraid he would find an ugly hag, he ordered the bag removed from her head. He was pleased to find a beautiful, mature face framed by reddish brown hair.

Diana remained at attention when the guard pulled off the bag. Unaccustomed to the bright lights, she could see nothing until her eyes adjusted. Then she saw two men in front of her. One was seated; he was a clean shaven man about her age wearing a well tailored officer’s uniform whose rank she did not recognize. Standing behind him in the classic flunky position was a younger, very worried looking man in a shabby uniform.

Diana ignored him and concentrated on the officer. She could sense the presence of her guards behind her but ignored them as well.

Yazeed spoke briefly. The younger man standing behind him translated, " You are in the custody of the security service. You are not a prisoner of war but a criminal guilty of crimes against the state of Iraq and will be treated accordingly. Your only hope for leniency is to cooperate fully."

" I am Major Diana Barker, serial number 309-48-8221, United States Air Force. I demand to be treated as a prisoner of war.

What you are doing is contrary to the Geneva Convention; you could be tried as a war criminal for mistreating a prisoner"

It sounded a little pompous, but Diana was just pleased to have gotten through it without her voice breaking. She had to make this man understand that she was someone he couldn’t push around. At a nod of Yazeed’s head the guard to her right jabbed her hard in the kidney with a short wooden club, sending her to the floor doubled up in pain. As she lay there, she dimly heard the translator tell her that the Captain did not like speeches other than his own. Another order from Yazeed had the guard haul her to her feet by her hair.

Yazeed spoke at length before the translator turned to her and said, " The Captain says that your country is foolish to use women in its air force and to use them in a war. That you will be the one to pay the price for your country’s foolish ideas. Being a woman will not protect you. Nor will the Geneva Convention protect you here. What is your unit, your base location, and what was your mission?"

Diana glared at the seated officer as she replied, " Barker, Diana, Major, USAF, serial number 309-48-8221. I demand to speak to a senior officer." As she finished her reply, a nod from Yazeed again brought a painful jab from the guard behind her. She kept her feet this time but saw stars. As she resumed her position of attention, the Iraqi officer left his chair and stood in front of her. To her disgust, he began running his hands over her breasts, weighing the heavy globes in his hands. As she clinched her fist in helpless fury, he smiled unpleasantly and spoke to the translator, giving his words emphasis by twisting her nipples.

" The Captain says that you are a foolish woman who thinks that she is going to a tea party, not a war. He says that you will not be so uncooperative after the guards have finished with you. He says that the guards will enjoy raping you. They have never had a Western woman before and are curious if what they have heard of the insatiable sexual appetite of Western women is true." As he continued, the young man’s anxious expression gave way to one of real fear. " Remember that you are totally in his hands to do with as he wishes; no one can help you here. If you do not obey him and answer all his questions, he will do terrible things to you. Please, what is your unit, your base, and your mission?"

Diana hesitated. She was not prepared for the crude direct approach of the Iraqi Captain. She had expected captivity to be mostly mind games just as it had been at her training course. But her training wasn’t the real world of the middle East. Now, things were moving too fast for her. She felt she had to slow things down, pretend to give in to gain time. This sort of information was of little value anyway; certainly not worth a gang rape.

She replied, "I am from the 417th Tactical Fighter Squadron, 250th Tactical Fighter Wing which is based at Dhahran. I was flying an aircap when the missile hit me." Diana’s face burned as she spoke. She was ashamed that she had given in so soon; but since the information was all lies she knew it would do no harm.

Yazeed listened to the translation, consulted a black notebook, and then turned to Diana with a chilling smile. The translator listened to him and said," The Captain says that you are a poor liar. We are not stupid; we have CNN here too. We saw the reporter do his story about your loss. Some of our pilots spent a lot of time in Saudi Arabia when we were fighting the accused Iranians. They tell us that the base he broadcast from was Al Mindhat not Dhahran; the buildings are quite different. Nor is there any 417th fighter squadron or 250th fighter wing listed for your active air force. The Captain now intends to teach you a lesson in what happens when you lie to him."

Yazeed stepped back and gave an order to the guards. They grabbed her arms and dragged her to a long bar hanging from the ceiling. A sharp blow to the stomach precluded resistance on Diana’s part as they secured her hands in manacles at the ends of the bar. Then the two men grabbed her muscular legs and bent them back until the lower legs were a foot above and parallel to the floor. A sharp order to the translator sent him to help the two guards by tying a rope around her booted feet and then to the ends of the bar. In a moment, Diana hung from the ceiling, her muscular arms supporting her entire weight, with her legs tied like the short leg of an " L" behind her. As she cursed the Iraqi guards, one of them held a bottle of clear fluid to her mouth while the second guard used his fingers to close off her nose. As Diana choked and sputtered, they poured the vile tasting fluid down her all the while laughing. Even the translator seemed amused as he told her, " The bottle held a powerful laxative. The Captain says that now you will not be so full of shit."

The guards then gagged her with a rubber ball gag, patted her ass, and left; Captain Yazeed and his translator remained. The officer stood in front of Diana, caressing her prominent nipples again. He began twisting the sensitive flesh with his strong fingers as he stared into her face. He worked on them one at a time, twisting and squeezing the nubs until they hardened involuntarily. The twisting was no more painful than foreplay but it was humiliating to Diana to have this man use her body so casually. When he was satisfied with the erectness of her nipples, Yazeed brought a pair of small metal clamps, alligator clips actually from a voltage meter, out of his pocket. The clamps had serrated teeth and a powerful spring. He placed each carefully on her elongated nipples and then released both at once. The sharp teeth bit down into the tender flesh of Diana’s nipples, drawing tiny drops of blood almost instantly. Diana screamed into her gag as the two clips bit into her nipples. The pain was overwhelming; for a moment she thought her nipples had been cut off. Then Yazeed took a roll of thick green tape and tore off a strip about six inches long. Without a word, he smoothed it down over her pubic hair.

Looking her in the face, he ripped the tape off her. Diana’s head went back as another sharp pain shot up her body. Dimly she realized that he was pulling her pubic hair off.

Yazeed confirmed this for her as he held up the tape with a handful of her short hairs attached and grinned. The Iraqi officer varied the way he pulled each piece of tape off; sometimes pulling slowly so that she felt every hair pull out and sometimes quickly so that she didn’t feel the pain until he was holding the tape up for her inspection. Eventually he was satisfied by the now hairless vee between her spread legs. He tore off one last piece. This one went over her anus so that she could not excrete anything until it was removed. Then the officer and his flunky left as well, leaving Diana alone with her pain.

Diana knew that they were going to rape her. The use of the laxative made it obvious that they intended to sodomize her. She had never allowed anyone to take her in the ass. The thought of one or more of them using her in that way terrified her. She could have tolerated normal intercourse, but not sodomy. Visions of her anal rape began running unbidden through her mind, accented by the pain of the clamps biting into her sensitive nipples and the strain of her weight pulling on her arm muscles.

Diana hung for over two hours. Her arms burned as they were slowly pulled out of their sockets by her weight. The pain as the clamps bit into her nipples grew worse as they cut into the flow of blood to the sensitive nips of her breasts. But mercifully, the pain peaked and then began to recede into a dull throb as her nipples grew numb under the assault. Growing ever worse were the cramps in her intestines from the laxative. She felt as if she were going to explode. The pressure in her gut was indescribable. But no matter how hard Diana tried, the tape prevented her from relieving herself. She could only hang there in agony, covered in a cold sweat, and wait.

When Yazeed re-entered with a crowd of guards, Diana was appalled to see that there were at least ten men in various stages of undress with him. As they crowded around her stroking her muscular body, she frantically tried to communicate to Captain Yazeed that she would tell him anything he wished if only he would release her. She’d give him the fuck of his slimy life if only he’d call off his animals. However, all that came out of her gagged mouth was a series of unintelligible grunts. But the Captain was not really interested in bargaining for information. He wished to break her. First he ordered one of the guards to remove the clamps on her long nipples. When he released the clamps, Diana could feel nothing for a moment. Then the blood and the feeling poured back into the sensitive nipples, bringing a wave of pain.

Diana had never felt anything remotely like it. As she suffered with the return of sensation to her breasts, one of the guards held a tin bucket under her ass. A second pulled the tape off her straining anus and allowed the torrent of shit to shoot out of her. Diana had never felt such a sense of relief; for a moment she even forgot the burning sensation in her nipples and her impending rape as the pressure in her intestines receded. The heavy smell of shit did not seem to bother the men crowded around her. They used a small hose to clean the splattered feces off her ass and legs. Then they pushed its nozzle up her stretched sphincter to clean out the fecal matter remaining there. Diana felt a shock as the cold water filled and then flowed from her bowels and into the drain below her.

The first man followed the hose with his cock so quickly that Diana had no opportunity to close her spincter. She felt his cock enter her bowels, sending pain and a kind of cramps through her intestines into her belly. It seemed as if he were forcing his fist up her rather than his cock. Diana struggle wildly, grunting and twisting her torso as she tried to escape the penis invading her asshole. The guard wrapped his strong arms around her and held her still. His cock, already half way in, disappeared entirely inside her when he made another powerful thrust into the captive pilot, actually lifting her a few inches by the force of his thrust. The guard remained motionless for a moment as he savoured the warm tightness of her virgin ass. Then he began to fuck her. While he plowed her ass, he held her in a bear hug, the sweat streaming off both their bodies. Diana fought him, her muscles straining in a futile effort to escape the burning pain from her raped asshole. The pain increased with each stroke until Diana knew that she must die, that he had torn her insides to shreds.

But she did not die. The first man lasted only few minutes in her ass before he came. Now her asschute was slick with his cum and wide open. The next man replace him as soon as he pulled his still dripping cock clear. The second man sank into the depths of her ass with his first stroke. Brutally he rode the suspended female pilot, not giving her a chance to adjust to the new cock. Diana was wailing into her gag with each jack hammer thrust. Her face was streaked with her tears and snot as well as her sweat.

She twisted and turned her body, trying to escape the grip of her rapist; but her struggles only goaded on the man raping her to more brutal thrusts. A third man replaced the second without a moment’s respite. The pain in her ass was diminishing slightly as it was forced open by the invading cocks; a kind of numbness began. Diana still fought each thrust by her rapists, her muscular arms and torso flexing futility. But with each new attacker, her struggles weakened.

By the seventh man, Diana was simply hanging limply in the ropes as the guards plowed her asshole. Her body was shinny with sweat. Her thighs were covered with a sheet of cum which had run down her legs to dry in a white scum on her tanned skin. Diana’s head rested on her chest as her body was jerked up and down like that of a puppet by the guard’s thrusts. At Yazeed’s order, the guard raping her ass began to twist and pull on her sore nipples to get her to struggle again. The new pain coming from her abused nipples did made Diana fight feebly, involuntarily milking his cock as her body struggled feebly to escape.

As the guards sodomized the Western female, Captain Yazeed sat in a chair a few feet in front of her where he had an unobstructed view. She was really magnificent looking as they raped her, he thought, admiring her muscular body. He had found her struggles incredibly arousing. The sight of the muscular woman being sodomized into submission had left him with a painfully hard cock straining against his fly. He would have liked to have joined his men in gang raping Diana. But it would have been below his dignity as an officer to share her with enlisted men. He would have to wait. For now, he savoured the look of agony in her eyes. The eyes were always so expressive with women, he thought. He noted the clenched hands, a trickle of blood showing where her fingernails had torn the skin of her palms. Her nipples had been abused until they were a deep, dark red and very swollen. Judging by her weak cries, their continued abuse was evidently extremely painful to Diana. But mainly, he savoured the look of defeat evident in her face. She had learned a great deal in the last two hours. He had plans to teach her much more.

Diana was barely conscious now. She felt only a sensation of burning fullness in her ass which combined with the pain from her arm muscles and tortured nipples to drive conscious thoughts out of her brain. She couldn’t think; she could only feel the pain and humiliation consuming her. When the first few men had sodomized her, her mind could not accept what they were doing to her. She had fought them like an animal would fight a trap, struggling wildly even though she knew that she had no hope of escape. Now she had no strength left to fight. She could only hang there helplessly as they abused and humiliated her.

By now all ten of the guards had left their cum in her asshole. Yazeed toyed with the idea of allowing them a second chance at her. He wanted to see this arrogant woman abused further until she was only a shell of her former self. Fom his past experience, he was sure that the gang rape had shattered her physiological armour and left her vulnerable. Continuing, he reasoned, would make her even more compliant to his demands.

He ordered the guards to stand away from her. Yazeed walked behind Diana and stared at the results of the guards’ rape. Her spincter was still open, its edges protruding outward. A stream of whitish cum literally poured out of her ass and on to her thighs. The cum was drying in a sticky sheet which stained her thighs halfway to her knees. Diana was moaning softly into her gag, her head resting on her chest. Her breasts were heaving as if she had run a long distance; her muscular body was soaked in her own sweat and that of the guards. Yazeed knelt in front of her as he absentmindedly stroked himself. He stared at the exposed cunt of the captive female pilot. He ran one hand up her leg and then to her cunt lips. The bare skin around her cunt allowed him a clear view of the delicate inner lips, protruding slightly. He ran his fingers over them and into the cunt itself. Good, he thought, she is dry. He had been afraid that she might actually be aroused by her anal rape. This was much more satisfactory.

He ordered the guards to untie her feet and retie them in front of her in preparation for raping Diana’s untouched cunt. They tied her legs to the room’s pillars, spreading them obscenely and leaving her literally sitting in the air. Since she was only half conscious, he had another man break two capsules of ammonia under her nose. He wanted her awake. When Diana began to stir, the first guard positioned himself between her legs and forced his shit covered cock into the unlubricated channel of her cunt. The dry walls of her vagina’s channel pulled at his cock, providing a stimulating discomfort for him and a sharp pain for the woman. The man forced himself into her until his cock was buried to his pubic hairs. Then he held it there, savouring the warmth of the once arrogant female officer’s tight cunt.

Yazeed wanted the American woman to see the face of her rapist. He held his cigarette to her left nipple until the glowing tip almost touched the swollen nub. When her eyes popped open and she looked him directly in the eye, Yazeed signalled the guard to begin fucking her. He fucked brutally, shredding her unlubricated cunt walls as he put all his strength behind each thrust. He would pull out until only his cockhead was still inside her then thrust into her again with the force of a piledriver. It seemed to her that he was hitting her cervix with every thrust. She knew that she must be bleeding from the pain in her dry cunt walls. But there was nothing she could do except hang there and submit to his rape.

The guard held onto the woman’s muscular asscheeks for leverage as he brutally fucked her. He hovered over her, his face only a few inches from hers. He could see tears rolling down her cheeks as he raped her. These tears of humiliation streaming down the face of this muscular but very feminine woman aroused him more than the tight grip her cunt had on his cock. A low wail began to come from the woman’s gagged mouth; it pushed him over the edge. He came, filling her dry cunt with his hot, sticky cum. Sated now, he withdrew and let the next man take her.

The next man used her just as brutally. In an instant he was rutting inside her like a boar in heat. Diana was nauseated by the sight of his grinning face. But when she closed her eyes, Yazeed used his cigarette on her nipple again. Even in her abused condition, the pain was overwhelming. With Yazeed holding her head up, she was forced to watch the faces of man after man as the grinning soldiers used her cunt, like they had already used her asshole, as a depository for their disgusting cum. While not as painful as the plunder of her ass, the way she was forced to watch the gloating men rape her was even more humiliating. She felt like a slut.

Diana was overwhelmed by revulsion. She struggled to escape. It did no good; her efforts only goaded the men on to more brutal attacks on her. At least she was spared the humiliation of understanding their crude comments as they mistook her struggles for the throes of passion. As man after man raped her, Diana’s struggles lessened until her sweat soaked body again hung limp in the ropes suspending her from the ceiling. Her asshole still dripped cum out of its distended spincter; now her cunt was also covered in the white spending. It was dripping in globs from her abused vagina to the floor below by the time the last man had finished with her.

Captain Yazeed ordered the now exhausted guards out of the chamber, leaving himself and his translator alone with Diana. He stood between her legs and savoured the sight of Diana’s cum covered cunt. The sight of the whitish fluid dripping out of her drew him to her abused vagina. He crouched between her legs to peer inside her half open cunt lips. Fascinated, Yazeed spread those lips with his fingers to get a better look. The mixed smell of her cunt and the men’s cum drew him on. He pushed two fingers of his right hand inside her swollen cunt lips. The fingers " squished" as he forced them inside Diana. He added another finger, then another. Then he closed his thumb against his palm and pushed his hand further into the American’s cunt. With a second push, his whole hand disappeared into the woman’s cunt. He moved it in and out, creating more of that squishy sound as his fist moved inside the seman saturated cunt. Gradually, Yazeed pumped his arm harder and harder until he was fisting the hanging woman with all his strength.

Diana’s numbness to her surroundings changed abruptly when his fist penetrated her. Now she felt a new agony as his fist expanded her sore vagina to two or three times its normal size. The sensation was far more painful than those produced by any of the guard’s cocks. Diana wailed into her gag. She felt herself being torn in two by the fist invading her. She knew this would kill her. Once again she found the strength to struggle against her bonds as he punched his way deeper inside her. But her strength soon failed her. She hung passively as he continued to brutally fist fuck her vagina.

The translator stared at Diana. He could actually see the Captain’s fist moving under the skin of the woman’s flat stomach. Its movements were accompanied by sounds usually associated with those a plunger makes as it clears a stopped-up toilet. As he fist fucked her with one hand, Yazeed used his other hand to stroke his cock, masturbating in time with his thrusts inside Diana’s cunt. Again and again he used Diana as his punching bag. Finally, he jerked his fist out of her cunt, sending a new blast of pain to Diana’s overloaded brain. Straightening up, he frantically pumped his cock until a stream of cum shot out and onto Diana’s stomach and breasts. Diana was too exhausted to respond, even to the agony of his fist tearing its way out of her. She hung senseless, aware only of the feeling of emptiness inside her now that the fist had disappeared.

Yazeed was exhausted as well. He could manage nothing more than to plop down in his chair and stare at Diana’s hanging form. Eventually, he had the translator untie her and leave her lying on the cold concrete floor on her back. He knew that she was broken but he still wished for her formal surrender. She had to tell him her unit, base and mission.

He let her lie on the cold floor for fifteen or twenty minutes while they both recovered. Then he had the translator drag her to her knees and take off her gag. Her arms dangled uselessly by her side as a result of the earlier suspension. Quietly he ask his three questions. Matching his tone, the translator ask mildly, " What was your unit, your base and your mission?"

Diana had no thought of lying to him this time. She said, " 4th tactical fighter squadron, 388th wing, Mindhat. I was to bomb a suspected chemical weapons production site north of Baghdad." The translator spoke to Yazeed, listened to his reply, and then told Diana, " See how easy that was. If you cooperate with us, you will not have to suffer another rape. But you must do everything the Captain tells you to do. You must do one more thing. Then you can sleep. The Captain says you must suck him off with your mouth. Do this and you can sleep"

Diana did not resist as the Captain stood in front of her, unzipped his pants, and placed his erect penis in front of her face. He grabbed her by the hair and guided her face forward. She simply opened her mouth and allowed his penis to penetrate her lips. Carefully, she closed her lips around it and began to suck, licking its undersides with her tongue. She concentrated on pleasing this man with all her soul, using her tongue and lips expertly. The soft, sucking sounds that came from her mouth were painfully humiliating to her; but Diana was too afraid of this man to complain. It was the sight of Diana slavishly sucking his cock as much as the sensation of her tongue working on his penis that brought Captain Yazeed to the point of no return. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and began using her face as if it were her cunt. His thrusts rapidly picked up speed while Diana gagged helplessly under him. She was choking, unable to draw a breath, when he began to climax. Diana swallowed the hot load he shot into her mouth without protest; she could feel the cum burning its way into her stomach. She was grateful her ordeal was finally over, at least for the moment. Yazeed withdrew his penis from her mouth and smiled down at her. He traced his fingers over the woman’s lips and into the small stream of whitish cum trickling out of them. He picked up a glob of the thick cum on the tip of his finger and looked at it for a moment. Then he pushed his cum covered digit into the kneeling women’s mouth and wiped it clean on the surface of her tongue as she stared submissively at him, too frightened to protest. He was pleased. They had made a good start; tomorrow he would begin working with the woman on the script the foreign ministry had provided. He would have her on CNN calling for an end to the criminal bombing in 3 or 4 days at most. He’d have time for his son’s birthday party after all.

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A nude Major Diana Barker knelt submissively in front of the her seated captor as Captain Yazeed angrily berated her in Arabic for her lacklustre performance in the last propaganda broadcast. As she had been painfully taught to do, the captured pilot knelt with her legs spread wide, exposing her sex which was still swollen from the gang rape and fisting of five nights before. Diana held her arms up with her hands clasp at the back of her neck, involuntarily thrusting her large breasts forward as if offering them to her torturer. She could feel Yazeed’s eyes on her breasts and wished reverently for something to cover them. But knew he would keep her nude unless actually filming; only then was she given her flight suit to cover herself. Diana realized that the submissive positions and her degrading nudity were meant to humiliate her and to destroy her will.

But knowing this did not help her cope with her rapidly diminishing self-respect. Consumed with fear and guilt, Diana was losing touch with who and what she was and beginning to allow her captors to define her in their terms instead. As his translator converted his words into English, Yazeed held the electric baton, which its American maker appropriately called a " cattle prod," prominently in his right hand. Diana was painfully familiar with this device, having felt it work on her cunt and breasts before. Though it left no lasting marks, she knew that it would burn like fire when used on her sensitive feminine regions. Yazeed could see her eyes nervously following the baton as he rose and stood above her kneeling form. He used the cold metal of the baton to lightly rub Diana’s large nipples into erectness as the translator droned on. He thought he could see a tear forming in Diana’s left eye as she braced herself for the shock. Her muscular body was shiny with sweat now. A faint tremble was visible in Diana’s torso each time the metal baton touched her moist skin. When he had both nipples fully erect, he touched the tip of the baton to the left nipple and pressed the button activating the device.

Diana’s body grew rigid as the electricity tore through her breast, ripping the breath from her lungs. " UUUGGGGGGGGHHLLLLMMMM," she screamed as every muscle in her body tightened involuntarily from the shock, jerking her body erect.

Then the pain was gone as quickly as it had come, leaving the nude woman whimpering softly, her left breast tingling but strangely senseless. She kept her hands tightly clasp behind her head to avoid another shock for moving while she fearfully waited for Yazeed to continue. Yazeed began softly rubbing the metal prod between her legs toward her exposed cunt. Diana closed her eyes, the tears streaming from them now. Terror possessed her completely as she felt the hard cylinder pressing against her erect clit! She held her breath as he rubbed it over her sensitive sex, waiting for the pain to consume her again. He didn’t make her wait long.

" UUUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHLLLLLMMMMMMMM!!!!!"

As a nude Diana was withering in pain on the concrete floor of her prison, her future was being decided by Saddam as he lectured his war council on the inevitability of his victory. He had been very disappointed by the failure of his propaganda broadcasts to energize an anti-war movement in the United States. Although he had provided numerous films to the American media featuring Diana Barker and four male pilots confessing to bombing hospitals and schools and professing eternal support for the " brave Iraqi People," nothing had happened. In fact, public opinion had turned against him as a result of the films. Even the initially favorable American Media had turned against him. It was clearly impossible to understand these people.

Fortunately, he had an even more brilliant plan. It was inevitable now that the Americans would attack and that his army would be defeated. But, if he could bloody the imperialists before his army’s inevitable defeat, he could still emerge as the Arab hero. To do this he had to have one successful battle and then prevent his army from turning on him in their defeat. The key to doing these two things lay in controlling General Hamid Rashid, the popular commander of III Corp and his army’s best commander.

Saddam silently congratulated himself on his foresight in not ordering one of those helicopter " accidents" for Rashid which had befallen the other heroes of the war with Iran. Now Rashid was available to win him his one victory. But the man still had to be made so unacceptable to the Americans that they would never support him if he tried a coup in the war’s aftermath. From his extensive dossier on the general, Saddam knew that the General was a sadist who had tortured to death for his own gratification several Kurdish women captured by his troops. He would send Rashid the American female pilot. The gift would cement his loyalty in the short run. Then evidence of the General’s sadism, collected by his spy in the man’s headquarters, would give Saddam the means to destroy him after the war. As his subordinates wisely agreed, the plan was brilliant.

Within hours, Diana had been taken from the custody of Captain Yazeed, fed, and clothed again in her flight suit, though without any underclothes. Then she was put into a civilian car and began the dangerous trip to Rashid’s headquarters in southern Kuwait. She had her hands cuffed in front of her but was otherwise treated well by her silent guards. As the distance from Yazeed grew, Major Barker began to feel a sense of elation at her apparent escape from that sadist’s control.

She began to think that the worst part of her captivity was over. As her confidence grew, so grew her anger at the pain and humiliation which had been inflicted on her by Captain Yazeed. Diana began to believe that the Iraqi in charge at wherever it was they were going would be someone normal-as if Captain Yazeed was not normal for Saddam’s Iraq. Old habits began to reassert themselves as she started planning about how she would get that bastard Yazeed for what he had done to her. By the time she arrived at Rashid’s headquarters, she had convinced herself that it was payback time.

General Rashid was, in his own mind at least, the modern reincarnation of Saladin, the warrior who had destroyed the Christian crusader kingdom almost exactly eight centuries before. His enemies in the army-which meant any officer above colonel in rank-whispered that he was mad. But it was not the stories of his cruelties toward women that prompted this opinion. It was his obsession with the American movie, " PATTON." They said that he modelled everything he did on that movie, which he had watched over a 100 times by his own accounts. Ruthless, arrogant, and cruel; he nevertheless commanded the respect of the junior officers and NCOs for his battlefield successes against the Iranians.

This was the man Diana thought was going to help her and upon whom she had the poor judgment to unload her pent-up anger. It was also her great misfortune that the general spoke fluent English. The General was initially so astonished that a woman would address him in such a disrespectful manner that he was speechless. Diana took this as acquiesce and launched into her demand that the General " do something" about Captain Yazeed. General Rashid silenced her with a powerful backhand slap across her face. It took him several moments before he could trust his voice so great was the rage consuming him. He had been insulted in his own headquarters in front of his men by a woman, an American woman who had the termidity to call herself a warrior! When he could trust himself to speak, he dismissed the woman’s escorts and ordered two of his men to take her into his private quarters. There, he ordered them to strip her and tie her in a standing spread eagle, face against the wall. Then he told them to get out.

The General studied Diana’s muscular back and buttocks with considerable interest. Her smooth skin was unmarked. He would change that. Unbidden, his orderly brought him his preferred instrument, the long, hard rubber fan belt from an Army 5 ton truck. Then he left. Rashid had first seen a fan belt used on a man as a lieutenant in 1968, when his sergeant had shown him the army’s way of making Kurds talk. Heavy and brutal, the belt was like the man using it.

Rashid ignored the pleas for mercy coming from Diana; they lacked the intensity to interest him. That would change after a few blows with the belt. He began work, choosing Diana’s hard, muscular asscheeks as his first target. Using all his strength he brought the heavy belt down across her buttocks. A long, muddy-red streak appeared across the untamed, almost white flesh. Slowly and methodically, he repeated the stroke again and again as the captive woman screamed.

Diana felt as if she were being flayed; It felt as if the skin was being stripped off her ass. Bound against the wall, she could do nothing to escape the maddenly slow strokes though she tried, her powerful arm and leg muscles helplessly flexing in a futile effort to escape. The pain burned itself from her buttocks to her brain with each stroke. Almost as bad was the wait for the next stroke-the pain still fresh in her mind. She screamed repeatedly but had no idea what she was screaming.

" UUUUGGGHHLLMMMMMM!! Noo!! PLEASE, PLEASE OH! UUUUUUGGGGGHHHHLLMMMMMMM!! STOP PLEASE!!" Diana’s screams were clearly audible throughout the headquarters as the General wished them to be. No one could humiliate him and escape; let those lackeys and cowards listen, he thought as he savoured Diana’s screams. Her asscheeks were covered in dark red stripes now. Between strokes, he could see her body shake with sobs. He began to work on the sensitive tops of her thighs. There the belt met her tanned skin to produce an even deeper red stripe.

" UUUUGGGGGHHHLLLMMMMMMMM!!!!!" " OOHHHHH!!! PLEASEEE!! STOP! NOOEEEE… UUUGGGHLLMMMMM!!!" Slowly, methodically, Rashid worked down her thigh backs and then back to her punished buttocks. He laid each stroke with care, ensuring that on her buttocks the new stripes crossed the old to increase Diana’s pain. Then he moved up to the small of her back.

" UUUGGGHHHLLLLMMMMMMMM!!!! UUUGGGGGHHHHLLLLLMMMMMMMMM!! PLEASEEEEE!!" Now the general was lashing Diana across her back, the end of the heavy belt just long enough to reach around her to strike the sensitive sides of her large breasts. The sheer weigh of the blows was driving Diana into the wall. Tears and snot streamed down her face as she screamed into the hard, cold surface of the wall. Her body was covered in a cold sweat, making it shine in the harsh light of the room. There was a new intensity to her screams. Diana was convinced that he was going to flay the skin off her back!

" UUUGGGGGGHHHLLLLMMMMMMM!! AAHHHHHHH!!! UUUGGHHHLLMMMMMM!! PLEEASSEEEEEE!! AHHH!! STOP!!!!" The blows stopped though Diana’s body remained tensed as she waited for their resumption. Instead, she sensed the General standing behind her and then felt his hand spreading her asscheeks. Involuntarily she tensed even more. Then in a feat of will she made her muscles relax. Diana knew what was next; he was going to sodomize her. After the anal gang rape she had suffered with Yazeed, she knew better than to fight him. She felt the head of his cock press against her no longer virgin asshole and then the familiar burning sensation as it pushed past her stretched spinster. Then she felt the familiar pressure as his penis filled her colon, sending painful cramps through her guts and into her brain.

" AHHHHH!!!!!! OOHHHH!! It hurts, Pleaseee!" Rashid was pleased to find her so easy to penetrate. He loved the way her colon seemed to squeeze his cock as it burrowed inside her. As Diana’s body arched up in an involuntary and futile attempt to escape her impalement, he drove his cock all the way into her. Then he reached around the woman to grasp her breasts in his hands. The General found her large ,erect nipples and gripped them between his fingers, squeezing them in concert with his thrusts into Diana’s ass. He savoured the way she squirmed under him; it aroused him more than the physical aspects of simple sex ever could.

" American slut. You are my prisoner! You will do whatever I say, when I say it. If you defy me in the least thing, I will beat you with that belt until there is no skin left on your body," Rashid rasped into her ear as he continued riding her ass, " You will show me the respect I deserve, whore!" Diana involuntarily tightened her spinster from shock when the General spoke to her in English. A thrust and a painful twist of her sensitive nipples reminded her not to fight him. She rested her head against the wall and tried to relax her whole body, hoping to get through her rape with as little pain as possible.

" Slut, you will answer me when I speak," He barked, squeezing painfully on her nipples as he spoke.

" Yes Sir, I… I’m… AAHH! I’m sorry, Sir," Diana choked out between the moans as he sodomized her and tortured her nipples.

Apparently satisfied, Rashid concentrated on fucking her ass. The tempo of his thrusts increased as he pumped harder and harder into her ass. Diana thought it felt as if he were pushing a baseball bat up her ass. The pain seemed to Diana to go on forever as he rode her torn and bleeding ass and tried to rip her nipples off of her breasts with his fingernails. It was all she could do to lean her head against the wall and concentrate on breathing between screams. Finally, the jackhammer thrusts stopped and she could feel a hot liquid filling her intestines. Diana stood in a daze as he untied her hands and retied them behind her back. Then he untied her feet and lead her to a bed in the corner. He made her kneel beside the bed and said, " I am going to test your obedience. If you fail, I will whip you twice as hard as I just did." Producing a pistol from his holster, Rashid continued " I order you to lick your filth off my cock. If your teeth touch my cock, I will kill you."

The pistol to her head, Diana stared in disgust at the dark stains on his half erect cock. Her stomach turned at the thought of where it had just been. But she was too frightened to refuse. Slowly and reluctantly, she stuck out her tongue and ran it up the underside of his shit stained penis. She continued licking his cock until all the dark stains were gone and the half hard organ was shinny with her saliva. The bitter taste of her own feces filled her mouth but she continued licking until not a trace of her shit remained.

" Excellent, whore. Now turn your attention to the material on the bottom of my boots. That, I believe, is what you Americans would call camel shit. Get rid of it!" The next morning, a thoroughly broken Major Barker was prepared for another humiliation. By the General’s perverse reasoning, since she had embarrassed him in front of his subordinates, she would be humiliated in front of them. She was dressed in her flight suit but in such a way that it emphasized rather than covered her body. The front was open and the zipper sides pinned back to her shoulders so that her breasts were totally exposed. The crotch of the suit had been cut out entirely, exposing her shaven cunt and most of her buttocks, complete with the still painful bruises from her whipping the night before. She knelt on the sand in front of the headquarters with the headquarters personnel drawn up in a formation to her right. Diana had instinctively assumed the submissive position taught her by Yazeed; her legs spread and her back straight with eyes downcast. She had no idea what was going to happen to her. But she knew that if she displeased the General he would inflict some horrible punishment on her. The General was making some kind of a speech to the assembled soldiers in Arabic; he seemed to have forgotten her for the moment.

When he finished, a cheer came from the soldiers. The General walked the few feet to where Diana knelt submissively. As Diana watched anxiously, he opened his fly and took out his cock. Was he going to rape her in front of these men, she wondered. Then without warning, the General began to piss in her face. A stream of warm, stinking piss hit her in the face, burning her eyes and running between her open lips before she could react. A shuddering Diana quickly surpressed her initial impulse to bolt. Instead, she simply dropped her face to stare at the ground while he continued to direct his piss on to her face and hair. It ran over her head and onto her naked chest, coating her breasts. It ran down her stomach and over her sensitive cunt before running down her legs, soaking the flight suit legs in the process. She was drenched in his smelly urine. Despite the strong survival instincts which had gotten her this far, at this moment Diana wanted nothing so much as to die.

She had never felt so thoroughly humiliated in her life. She had been used as a toilet by this arrogant camel jockey. To make it even more humiliating, his use of her as his toilet had been witnessed by forty cheering Iraqi soldiers. As they cheered and fired weapons into the air, the General forced open her mouth with his thumbs. Then, as he held it open with one hand, he directed the last trickle of urine directly into her mouth as she looked up at him helplessly. Neither the bitter taste of his piss hitting her tongue nor the feeling of his hot piss filling her stomach was worse than the terrible humiliation she felt.

It was turning out to be a really bad day. For the first time since my boyfriend took off with one of my mates, one of my friends finally talked me into joining them for an evening on the town celebrating my nineteenth birthday.

As I was dressing for the night, I thought " I have to get me something tonight, it’s been more than a month since last time" . I felt incredible horny and sexy slipping on the thin, long and narrow dress I had bought just for tonight, and in a flash of insanity I left my panties in the drawer. It made me incredibly horny to feel the abscense of fabric between my thighs and the occasionally brush of cold air on my pussy as I was walking down the stairs to the taxi and my friends.

Me and three of my mates from work had entered the fourth night-club half an hour ago, and my friends had already made themselves dates for the night and I was still alone. I guess it was my own doing, because every time a guy made attempts to get into conversation or ask for a dance, I kind of saw my old boyfriend for my inner eye, and ended up offending the guys before they even knew what hit them. Every single of them backed off as soon as they discovered the mood I was in, and by closing time I was a little drunk so to say and still alone. I figured out I best got home before the rush started and it would be impossible to get a taxi.

I got out of the club and headed for the nearest taxi-stop. But I must have miscalculated time, because when I got there, there must have been about 100 persons waiting already, and someone told me there hadn’t been a taxi for almost 20 minutes. I tried a few other taxi-stops, but situation was the same. I figured that if I were to get home before daylight, I had to find some other solution to the transport problem. Walking 6 miles in high healed shoes and with a thin narrow dress was out of the question even though the night was warm and dry.

This left me with a solution I never would have chosen if I was alone and sober and thinking clearly. Although I was alone, I was not the least sober and probably not thinking at all, so I ended up in a pirate taxi. The pirate taxis had their own assembly point in the middle of the town, and when I got there, I stumbled into the back-seat of the first car I laid my eyes on. There were two very dark African-looking men in the front seat, and under normal circumstances I wouldn’t even consider leaving myself in the mercy of such peoples, but now I just wanted to get home. I told them where I was going, and the car took off. During the trip the guy in the front passenger seat tried to start a conversation with me, but he soon gave up. He kept staring on me from time to time, though, and it seemed that the driver also looked more than normal in the rear view mirror. When we got to my address, the stopped and asked for 20 bucks.

I reached for my purse, but it wasn’t there, in fact it wasn’t in the car at all. I must have forgotten it in the night-club, and I realized with a shock that I couldn’t pay the guys what they wanted for the drive. It also flashed before me the rumours I had heard about females unable to pay for pirate-taxis whom had been forced to have sex with the driver or had literally been raped by the drivers. I told them I didn’t have money on me, but that I had some money in my flat and could go up and get them their money.

"Nooo,…I don’t think so" the driver said, and with a grin on his face he said to his pal: "See, I told you she had no money. She didn’t have no purse, and there’s surely no place to hide money in that outfit" .

As I was trying to open the door and get out, the car sped up and drove away from my house. The doors couldn’t be opened from the inside, they had probably turned on the child safety. Realizing that I couldn’t get out of the car, I grasped a good fistful of the drivers hair and pulled backwards, but in the same moment the his friend sprayed something in my face. At first I feared it could be mace, but in the next moment I felt dizzy and sleepy and then everything turned black……

When I was regaining consciousness I couldn’t first figure out where I was. I was lying face down, and my arms and legs was immobilized. There was some sharp lights coming from behind, or from my foot-end, so to speak, and I could hear car engines idling. Then I realized that my arms was tied together and stretched forward and fastened to the end of a narrow wooden board. I was lying on the end of this wooden board, with my belly on the edge of it, and my legs were stretched out backwards and slightly downwards and spread wide. They were secured to the ground I realized, and the wooden board must have been some sort of bench.

Then, as I remembered what had happened and realized in shock that I was probably going to experience what I had feared when I couldn’t pay the pirate taxi, I lifted my head to look around. The first thing I saw, was a scenic picture of the town core, or rather the lights from the town. From the angle and the altitude I realized that I was on a viewing point at a small mountain rising up in the middle of the town, a very popular place for people to walk in the weekends. Turning my head I could see, on my right side, two other girls lying on each one’s bench tied in the same way as me. On my left side I could only see the woods. Looking back, I could se several sharp lighting points, and in the lights I saw the silhouette of several people.

"Ahh, The last one is awake, then we can start." A deep voice said." Well my ladies, you probably wonder what you are doing here in this situation. Well it’s quite simple, each one of you has purchased our services without being able to pay for them. The next few hours you can think of as …. paytime!".

I could hear several people laughing, and then the same voice said. "You may begin, fellows. By the way, ladies, you can shout as much as you want and if you can, but no one can hear you at this distance, even if they were awake at 4 am."

I realized in horror that the rumours were true. I was about to be raped because I couldn’t pay the taxi fare, in fact I was likely to be gang-raped. As the two other girls started to sob and plead for them to be released, I started to swear and threaten our captors verbally. Suddenly I felt someone lifting my dress up and pulling it up until it was lying around my waist. Than I felt a hand touching my pussy and applying something cool. I realized that it must have been some sort of lubricant, and in the next moment I felt something else touching my pussy-lips.

"Can you feel this, cunt, it is something that is black, round, two inches wide and nine inches long" someone said while stroking his cock-head up and down over my pussy and asshole smearing the lubricant all over the area. I was pulling and bucking and trying to get free, but I couldn’t move even half an inch. As I continued to swear and threaten him he stopped his movement with his cock-head between my other pussylips and said:

"Right you are, it’s a nigger-cock, as you would said it, white slut!" and with that he slowly pushed his cock into my still dry pussy.

I gasped in pain as he pushed far inwards, and after pushing in what felt like one foot of cock, his cock-head hit my cervix mound deep inside me. in incredibly pain I felt his balls hit my pussylips and realized that I had 9 inches of cock inside me, if he told the truth. That’s much more than I ever experienced before, and I hardly thought it could be true. But as he started to pull his boner out again, I found it to be very true. His cock had withdrawn some lubricant into my pussy, so next time he pushed inside it didn’t ache that much. In the meantime I could hear both the other girls screaming in agony as they received the same treatment as I did. As my rapist sped up his fucking, I turned and saw the other two girls also being raped by black men, and the other guys I could see en my limited angel of view, was all black. I could count seven or eight men in addition to the three already in action, and figured out that each of us was going to be raped at least three or four times, if no one of them wanted to try more than one pussy………I was going to be very wrong in my calculations!

My rapist had now picked up the pace and was banging me savagely. He had reached forward and pulled my dress down from my breasts, tearing the shoulder strips, and my whole dress now was around my waist. He had a firm grip of my breasts, as for to hold me still, but I couldn’t move after all. He was squirming my breasts so hard it was hurting me, and all the time he was banging away in my pussy. From my right side I suddenly heard a moan where I earlier had heard screams, and I was wondering what was happening. The second girl away from me looked as if she had fainted, but her rapist still banged away on her.

The closest girl was still very much conscious, in fact she was moaning and moaning as if she actually liked what was happening to her. The lubricant had made my own raping less painful after a while, and thinking of the situation and realizing that the other girl actually liked to be raped, I started to feel a tingling deep inside me. It took me a while to realize that my body was in fact betraying me, even if I still was fighting to get free, my body reacted as it usually did when receiving a treatment as this: I actually got aroused myself.

Still thinking thoughts about rape and abuse, my body started to work with the rapist. I started lubricating on my own, in fact I got so wet thinking about this perverted situation that precum literally poured out of my pussy along the cock and dripped down on the bench I was lying on. The squirming of my breasts added to the lust, and I started humping back on my rapist as good as I could. My lust rose to new heights as he was pumping his iron in and out of my pussy. I could feel his cock grow even a little more, and then I suddenly felt his cum pour into me in rapid strong blows while he was holding his cock still deep inside me. This pushed me over the edge as well, and I came in an violent orgasm pulling my bondage and bucking as hell. Then my rapist pulled out leaving my pussy wide open and his cum pouring out and down on the bench.

As my own orgasm receded I felt like fainting from exhaustion, but the suddenly the next one plunged inside me. He was even bigger than the first one, and I gasped again as he hit bottom of my pussy. My pussy was feeling little sore after the first round, but it was well lubricated from no.1’s cum, and this one pushed his cock inside almost without resistance. When he hit my cervix it felt like he pushed even further in, moving my internal organs to make room for his cock. He pulled his cock out again until only his head remained inside, and then plunged in again. He continued fucking this way, and each time he reached bottom, it felt like his cock-head was all the way up in my stomach. I soon started to get aroused again, and while the guy was fuckin away in my pussy, I started moaning loudly. After a while he started pulling his cock all the way out between each stroke, and then plunging all the way in again. Each time he pulled his cock out, I could hear a distinkt poop as the vacuum inside me pulled air inside, and each time he plunged in again I could hear the sound of air escaping along his cock out again. These sound made me even more horny, and I was responding to his fucking the best I could. After a short time he came deep inside me too, and the feeling of his semen pouring into me in short powerful bursts felt like lava spreading all over my abdomen. I didn’t reach climax this time, and as he withdrew his cock, my pussy stayed open for a long time, and I could feel the cum inside me slowly running out my vaginal canal and down to the bench underneath me.

The feeling of the mild wind blowing over me also reached the inner parts of my vagina, and the chilling feeling was sensational, actually it was so arousing it pushed me over the edge again and several seconds after he withdrew, I had my second orgasm without anyone even touching me. I got a few minutes break before the action began again.

Now someone came forward along the bench and sat down in front of me. My head was pull up and backwards, and the guy in front of me inserted something into my mouth. After inserting it he did something on each side of my head, adjusting some screws I found out later, and my mouth was pulled open wide. It pulled my mouth open so wide that my jaws almost dislocated. Then the guy in front of me slided himself towards me with his stiff cock aimed directly at my mouth. I had never given oral sex to anyone before, and I feared that this big cock would mean trouble to me. As he inserted his cock in my mouth, I tried to pull away, but to no avail.

I also saw that the cock was covered in half dry semen and probably cunt juices, and realized that he had just been fucking me, or maybe one of the others in the cunt just moments before. By the size of his cock I assumed that this was the guy that had fucked me in my pussy just moments ago, and I watched in horror as he inserted inch after inch of what must have been 11 inches of cock into my mouth. The light fell just so I could see everything going on in front of me, and when the had inserted just 4 inches of his cock, he hit the back of my mouth. As he touched the back of my mouth, I started gagging, but he paid no attention to that. He just kept pushing his cock further inside my mouth, and while I was gagging and convulsing he just pushed his cock in further and further until I finally could feel his balls against my chin. In my horror I realized that I had 11 inches of cock in my throat in my first blow-job!

I was still gagging and had no chance of breathing, but he just kept it still deep down there The cock-head must have been all the way down in my stomach. After a few seconds without air, I started to feel dizzy and I feared I was about to be suffocated, but the lack of oxygen also led to my body started to go limp and the gagging nearly stopped. Then he pulled his cock out again and let me draw a few strokes of air, and then he started all over again. After five or six times with this treatment my throat kind of got used to his cock, and I was able to control the gagging reflex almost down to nothing. Then he started to fuck my throat with long, powerful strokes. He pushed his cock in so his balls slapped to my chin, then he withdrew to his cock was in the back of my mouth, allowing me to draw in or blow out air each time his cock was out. We quickly found a rhythm that worked well, and I started to lick his the underside of his cock while it went out or in.

The very thought of the perversion in the situation made me aroused again, and when a new cock was pushed into my now contracted, but still very wet pussy, it took only a few strokes before I came again. The two cocks were now working in and out of me in each end simultaneously. It felt like they met inside me each time they bottomed in their respectively holes Each time they bottomed felt like a small orgasm of itself, and after just a few minutes of this double-fucking I had my fourth orgasm. The two guys came almost at the same time, and while my own orgasm raged through my body, I felt their cum both in my cunt and in my mouth, pouring out, warm and sticky and in enormous amounts. The guy fucking my throat pulled his cock out and sprayed some of his semen in my mouth and all over my face. While he withdrew completely and disappeared, the guy in my pussy didn’t go limp even after his orgasm, and he now withdrew his cock and aimed it at my ass. Well-lubes as he was, he simply sunk it into my ass in one long blow.

This was another way of sex I hadn’t tried before, and it felt only disgusting at first. It ached a lot when he forced his tool inside me, and he was clearly not of the smallest on this one either. He started to fuck my ass in long hard strokes, and after a while a warm feeling started to spread around my ass. In the meantime my mouth, still spread wide open by the dental gag, was drooling with cum and saliva. Soon another guy came in front of me and pushed his cock inside my mouth, and although not as big as the last one, he still filled my throat far down towards the stomach. This time I almost didn’t gag at all, and he fucked my throat for a long time before he came almost at the same time as the one in my ass. When the guy in my ass came, it gave a feeling I never felt before, and the warmth lasted a long time after he withdrew.

While all this went on, I could hear cars leave and other arrive. We were clearly meant to serve as fucking-objects to quite a large amount of men. The girl next to me was now fainted or asleep, but one guy still raped her ass, and the third girl, who looked very young (She was 16 I later found out) was now awake again and seemed to enjoy being fucked in both mouth and cunt at the same time. It’s amazing how the basic instincts can take control of the body in such a situation, and that the body can make the best out of such abuse even though the brain thinks otherwise.

During the next hour or so we were all three raped by so many men, the majority black or otherwise collared, I had no chance to count. We were all three converted from rape-victims to cock-hungry sluts, and I found myself wanting it never to end, although both my pussy, my ass and my throat was very sore. Finally it seemed like the had got enough, and the gag in my mouth was removed. I could hardly pull my jaws together, and my mouth was full of dried cum and saliva. My back, my ass and pussy and my thighs was also covered with dried sperm and the bench I lied on was also full of cum that my belly and my breasts swas smearing around in.

Then I heard the deep voice again:" Well, ladies, you can now consider your taxi-fares paid. We are now about to release you, but in order for us to get out of the area and in safe distance from here, in case you want to tell the cops about this, we have provided your bondage with a chemically release link. This works by a chemical reaction triggered by light, so when the daylight comes, the process will start. It will go quickly if it gets sunny today, a little slower if its clouded, but within an hour or five your hands should be released and you should be able to release the rest of the bondage yourselves And if you don’t, you’ll still be found when people come here for their Sunday walk. Goodnight ladies" .

And with that the last car sped up and drove away. I now thought that our rape was over, and I thought I could just relax until the release link broke. But after about ten minutes we heard several cars approaching again. They stopped in the same location as the others, and we could hear several people approaching us again.

" You see, I was right, ay! They do this every Saturday night. They take all the women who can’t pay and drive them up here to rape them. Then after they’re gone, for some reason they cant get loose until several hours. We can do what we want with them, just be careful and don’t let them see you, guys. And no names, of course."

By the way he talked and by the sound of his voice I realized these was teenagers out for some free pussy. They had probably staked out the place and found out when the others left, and now they were going to have some action for themselves. They dried of us most of the cum, and then it was all action again. We all had cocks in all our holes, mouth cunt and ass, and some of them even managed to take me in both ass and pussy at the same time. The way I was lying on the bench, they must have been acrobats to manage that, but it felt good though.

Some time during this session I heard someone burst out: " Hey, this ones name is Sharon. She’s in my sisters class." After that she, the 16 year old, got the most attention for a while, but they soon came back and worked the other two of us again. After about a hour and a half, they seemed satisfied too, and left. We were now so exhausted that I think we all fell asleep, at least I did.

I was awakened by some barking and some cracking sounds in the woods. I looked around, and the other two were still asleep, but it was almost light now, cloudy though. Then I heard the barking again, closer this time, and realized that if there were dogs in the neighbourhood there most certainly was people too. I felt ashamed by the thought of being found like this, but I didn’t want to be suspended in this position any more than necessary. Suddenly a large dane broke out of the woods at my right side, seconds later to be followed by one more. As the dogs approached us I suddenly started thinking of what these dogs could do to us before their owner reached us. The dogs were running around us sniffing and snorting, and I suddenly discovered something that made my hair rise and sent a cold feeling through my body. I could see that both the dogs were male dogs by the thing that appeared underneath them as they were sniffing my pussy and the other two, who both had awaked now.

One of the dogs started licking the cum of my face, and I could see its cock grow larger and larger as it did so. It must have smelled an unmistakably scent from us, and like all other creatures they got horny from that smell. After having licked my face he played attention to my pussy licking that too. All the time I could see his organ. It must have been nine or ten inches long and 2.5 inches wide on the widest part close to the root. Then suddenly it stopped licking me, and although the licking actually felt good, I feared what would happen now. Then suddenly I felt his paws on my back, and then he clasped me around my waist. Thank god for the dress that was still there, otherwise he would surely tear my skin with his claws. Then I felt dog cock protruding against my pussy.

This was what I had feared, I was still not able to except that a dog should take advantage of me. But I had no chance to move or do anything else to prevent him from doing what he wanted, and I could imagine what he wanted, finding what he thought was a bitch in heat ready and apparently willing (she didn’t move) to be taken. After a few strokes his cock ht home, and with one mighty blow he pushed his cock all the way in until only the knot on the base of his cock was outside my pussy. As he started to fuck my pussy violently and fast like a rabbit, I turned my head and saw the 16-year-old get the same treating from the other dog. She gaped her mouth wide open and gasped for air as the dog pushed his cock inside and started fucking her. The dog fucking me, pushed harder and harder for each blow, and I could feel the knot on his cock entering a little more into the cunt each time he pushed violently in.

Finally he had stretched my hole wide enough and the knot slipped inside. The moment it slipped inside, it felt like it grew to double size, it felt like a balloon being pumped up and ready to explode. And explode he did, the dog that is. I came and came inside me, squirting what felt like gallons of glowing heat semen inside me. During this fucking I had been concerned with the disgusting fact that I was being raped by a dog, but my body had betrayed me again. Without me noticing, I had worked against the dog and actually worked myself to the edge of a new orgasm, and now I took off like a new year firework rocket. I was coming and coming all the time, and through the fog in my orgasming brain I realized that the dog tried to pull his cock out of me, but couldn’t. I knew enough about dogs to know what was happening, and each time he moved to try and withdraw from me, he also pulled my vagina and my internal organs, and the sensation renewed my orgasm every time. I could swear this orgasm went on for the full 25 minutes it took before the dog released from my cunt. And when he did, the feeling of his cum pouring out of my now wide open and sore pussy renewed the orgasm another three or four times before it finally feded out.

Before I fell asleep again, I caught a glimpse of the 16-year-old orgasming just as violently as I did, and the girl next to me was being taken in the ass by a man who must have been the owner of the dogs.

Next time I woke up, it was bright daylight and my hands was free. I untied my legs, and although stiff from lying in the same position for so many hours, I managed to get over to the other girls and untie and wake them up. We found a small water-stream and washed of the worst of the cum, and then we managed to fix our clothes so they covered the most necessary. Under the bench I had been tied to I found my purse with all my money and my mobile phone. I figured out that the guys in the pirate taxi must have hidden it when they found out they wanted me as one of the victims that night. We called a taxi, a real one this time, to take us home.

While we waited for the taxi, I talked a little with the girl who had lied next to me. She could tell, to my shock, that this was the fourth time she’d been here, and second time this month. After the first time she thought her life was ruined, and it was in fact in some ways. She never more cared to get a new boyfriend, because as she said " boyfriends only means trouble" . She told me that after she had recovered from the first time, she found out that she had changed from a normal person with normal sex urges and into a cock-hungry slut that was craving cocks all the time. Every time the urge for a solid gang-bang grew too big, she just put on some cheap dress, took a taxi to town and went into the first pirate taxi she could find saying " I’m broke, I can’t pay" . She knew that each time she did this she would get as much sex as her body could take. After this she spoke to the 16-year-old, and I saw the 16-year-old nod several times to what se said. Then the taxi came and drove us home.

It took me ten days before I could walk normal again, and after 13 days my body felt all fine, no more aching or soreness or anything. Now I’m sitting in front of the computer writing this. I have a tight armless top on, no bra, a short miniskirt, no panties and a couple of high healed shoes and no stockings. When I’m finished, I’ll take a taxi into town, find me a pirate taxi and tell the driver to drive me home. But I’m just bringing enough bucks for the taxi into town……………..

This amazing, extreme hardcore rape story was written by galemattias.

Connie had finished with her last client for the day and was ready to go home when the flowers arrived. It was a nice bouquet of roses and she gladly took them from the Delivery Man, not noticing he had closed the door to her office. That should have been a signal something was wrong since she was the only one left. But she was to busy placing the roses on the desk to notice anything.

This was what the "delivery man" had wanted. He had been following the sexy bitch for weeks and he knew she liked to work late with no one else in her office. God what a lookers : 5 ‘7" red hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a dress and hose. Perfect. He smiled as he pulled the knife from his belt. He put his hand over Connie’s mouth and he knife to her throat.

" You will do what I say, slut, or I will cut you! Understand me." He placed the knife on her throat.

Connie nodded, fear rolling through her body. She could feel his hardness against her butt.

He grabbed her hair. "No screaming. Understand."

"Yes.." Connie was petrified.

"What is your name, slut?"

"Connie. please don’t hurt me," she pleaded.

"That is all on you, Connie. Do as I say, and you’ll live. Kick off your heels. NOW!" He gave her hair a tug.

Connie kicked off her heels. Her Rapist gropped her breast.

"Nice. How big are they, slut Connie?" He pinched her right nipples through her dress.

"44 d" She shook with fear.

Her Rapist wrapped his arm around her.

"Relax. I love you. I am just going to show you."

He kissed her on the cheek. " Take off your dress, Connie. NOW!"

Connie’s fingers trembled as she undid the buttons on her dress. Her Rapist continued to hold her by the hair. She could hear him breathing faster as the dress fell to the floor.

"Pantyhose," her Rapist said. "This is so great."

His free hand ran up and down her hose covered ass. He kissed the back of her neck gently, then cut off her bra. Her breasts fell out. His hand mauled them, pinching her nipples so hard that Connie cried out.

"Pull your hose to your knees, Connie, " he ordered.

Connie obeyed, wincing because her Rapist continued to hold her hair. He ran his hand over her ass, then slit off the panties.

"Pull the hose up."

Connie did so.

"Please let me go. I won’t call the cops. I promise." She pleaded.

Her Rapist let go of her hair and wrapped his arms around her waist, knife between her breasts.

" I have to show you how much I love you, Connie. Now, put your hands behind your back."

Connie obeyed and her Rapist bound her wrists behind her with duct tape. He turned her around and began to suck and bite her nipples.

" You are helpless, Connie. What happens to helpless sluts?"

"Please. don’t…" Connie began to cry.

"WHAT HAPPENS?" He demanded.

"They..get…raped.." Tears were flowing heavy now.

Her Rapist bent her face down on her desk. He grabbed her ankles and bound each to a leg of her desk with tape. He slit open the crotch of her pantyhose. He kneeled down behind her and began to lick her clit.

Connie cried first in shame, then because she was getting excited. Her rapist put a finger inside her as he licked her clit. It was too much. She was being raped! She could like it. But…

"I know you love this Connie. Being helpless, my tongue on your pussy. Cum for me Connie. Cum for your Rapist."

"No..NO…YES..OH GOD!" Connie screamed as her orgasm shook her body.

Her Rapist stood, and rammed his cock into Connie’s pussy as she was still in the middle of cuming. He pumped her hard. Connie screamed and grunted with every stroke.

"I. Love. You. Connie. Love. Raping. YOU!" Each word her Rapist spoke was punctuated with a stroke of his cock. .

Her Rapist pulled out, tore her hose more, then drove his cock into her tight ass. Connie screamed in agony, but her Rapist was relentless, finally shooting his cum into her ass.

Connie’s Rapist bent down, cut off the tape binding her legs to the desk, pulled off her pantyhose, and threw her to the ground. He tied her ankles together, grabbed her hair and forced his cock into her mouth.

"Suck me clean, Connie, " he ordered. Broken and humiliated, she obeyed. He face fucked her until her shot another load into her mouth, holding her head with two hands to make sure she took all his cum.

Connie’s Rapist threw her to the floor and collected her clothes as trophies. Connie lay there, too ashamed to cry.

He left her there, content that she knew how much he loved her…

Rape story by binder38us