## Archive-name: terror_i

It was mid-afternoon as she sat at her terminal and the day had begun to grow very long. She began to slip into thoughts of more interesting things - thoughts that began to make her wet between her legs when the sound of commotion brought her sharply awake. Someone tugged roughly at her chair from behind. At she turned, annoyed, she was startled to see a dark, coarsely dressed man holding a machine gun, and trying in broken english to tell her to stand up.

She obeyed, knowing better than to argue with a gun, and he led her to the conference area, where she saw three other armed men and two dozen of her coworkers. She was pushed roughly into place with the rest of her associates, standing against the walls of the conference area. Three of the men left, leaving one to guard the group.

A few of the people relaxed enough to begin talking with one another. She looked at the man next to her, a puzzled expression on her face. He turned to her and quietly said, "These guys are Palestinian terrorists. They're trying to bargain for the release of some of their friends. We're their hostages." She nodded understanding.

Just then two of the others returned and conferred with their guard. "Your people are not cooperating." one of them said to the group. "We regret that we may have to make an example to show our sincere intentions."

He looked over the group. She felt his gaze pass across her then return. A cold sweat suddenly broke out across her shoulders. He motioned to one of his men, who walked over to her and took her arm, pulling her over to the end of the room where the other men were.

"You will please to undress !" He declared suddenly. She looked at him, her mouth hanging open. "Undress, - or we will do it for you." He pulled at her blouse front roughly, popping off several buttons. She stepped back, then reached for the remaining buttons to show she meant to comply. She looked around at her own people and felt her face redden. They looked back with a mixture of sympathy from the women and something else from the men that might have been anticipation.

Slowly, she began to undo buttons. Unfortunately there were few left to undo. The man prodded her breast with the machine gun and said "Quickly!" She stepped back and removed her blouse, dropping it on the table. She unbuttoned the top of her slacks. Again he prodded her breast with his gun, saying, "No, this next." She understood she was to remove her bra next. He wanted to see her breasts. Reaching behind her she found the snap, and fumbled as long as she dared, then undid it and removed her bra. Determined not to be cowed, she dropped her bra on the table and stood straight, lifting her full round rosy tipped breasts to be seen. She heard a few "OHs" from the people and the armed men began to giggle among themselves like schoolboys peeping in the girls' locker room. The man with the machine gun reached it forward. She stood firm. He touched the muzzle to one of her nipples and flipped it back and forth. "Continue." he said.

Reaching for her zipper, she pulled it down, releasing the top of her skirt, which she then pulled down. She now stood dressed only in her panties. Again he reached with his gun, this time it passed between her thighs, and he rubbed along her groove a few times through her panties. She stepped back, her face reddening again, this time from the guilt of feeling good from his action.

"The rest." he said.

She hooked her thumbs in the top of her panties, trying not to look at her friends, and pulled her last clothing down and off. As she stood straight, she sensed as much lust and admiration from her own people as from these rough gunmen. Some people tried not to look, others openly stared at her breasts or her pussy lips which were visible between her thighs. She sensed the wetness of excitement between her legs.

Two of the men came over to her and firmly grasped her wrists. Turning her to face the table, they pulled her down, pinning her wrists and elbows down to the table and forcing her to bend forward. She looked downward and saw her breasts nearly touching the table top.

She saw the legs of the third man approaching her from behind. She said "No !" and struggled to be free.

She then heard a cry of "Stop!" and felt a cold pressure against her clitoris. She knew what it was.

He said, "There are things to put in you which are good, - and things to put in you which are bad."

She felt the coldness slide back and begin to slip into her vagina. She tensed in fear. this was the bad, for sure.

He said something to one of the men holding her and the man put his gun on the table under her, pointing to her pussy. He told her to hold herself against he muzzle. She obeyed, pressing her clitoris to the cold tip of the muzzle. Her breasts were brushing over the hand of the man holding it and she saw his finger on the trigger. She realized that if his finger twitched, the bullet would go in her clitoris.

She stood helpless, a gun in her pussy and one against her clitoris. He told her to rub against it and she complied immediately, because she wanted to rub. Then he slid the gun out of her pussy and she almost came. Whether because of relief, or the sensation she could not tell.

His hot hands were on her hips then and she felt a pressure against her pussy lips again. this time it was not cold. Then it sank into her pussy, she felt it go in till it could go no deeper. She bit her lip to keep from moaning with the pleasure. His strokes were long at first, but grew shorter as they became more rapid. If she looked down she could see his balls fly back and forth as he drove rapidly into her.

As she looked up she realized that all the people were watching intently as she was getting fucked. She found herself getting excited at the thought.

A groan from behind her was followed by the sensation of sperm squirting hard into her pussy as he came inside her.

She couldn't help herself then, and couldn't hide her throbbing gasps as her own orgasm washed over her.

This seemed to please him. After a few minutes he said to the other men,"I do not want this one shot."

One of the men grumbled at this show of weakness for a woman. The other man released her wrist and walked in back of her. Suddenly she felt his hard cock plunge into her cum wetted pussy. She moaned, then looked up at the leader. He smiled and said,"I only said they couldn't shoot you with their guns."

This man was not as slow and deliberate as the leader, but he pounded harder. She heard one of the people say, "Look at how she takes his cock. She's enjoying it."

This embarrassed her. She didn't know it was so obvious. She felt her pussy contract tightly on his cock as it did when it felt good and his cock suddenly swelled and another load of cum filled her pussy.

When the man withdrew, the man who had grumbled before released her other wrist and went behind her. She heard him argue with the man who had just finished.

Then she felt him slide in. He just held it there. There was a gasp from the people. She looked back and saw he had not inserted his cock. He had put in something bad. Looking around in fright, she did not see the leader. The gun slid in and out slowly. The sensation of the machine gun barrel going in and out of her was too much. She felt her orgasm start from deep inside and take her completely. She wondered what the people thought of her coming from having a deadly weapon slid into her pussy.

She heard the man said, "It is good you enjoy this. Now I will finish you."

Looking down she saw his finger tighten on the trigger. She looked up and closed her eyes. Someone said, "He going to shoot her inside her pussy !" She braced herself for the bullets she knew were about to go in her pussy.

The man sighted along the barrel although he knew he didn't need to. He enjoyed seeing the barrel disappear between the lips of her pussy, which were pressed tightly around it. He sensed her pussy squeezing on it so hard it shifted in his hand slightly. His finger tightened slowly on the trigger.

A voice behind him called, "Wait! Pig!".

He was not about to be cheated now when he was so close. He squeezed the trigger hard. The gun jumped in his hands as a burst of five bullets went into the girl's pussy. She jumped and cried out. She was as good as done now, but he squeezed the trigger again and fired ten more bullets up into her pussy. She quivered and collapsed onto the table, her pussy fully shot.

Last modified (12/24/96 16:11:29) by Eli-the-Bearded.

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