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DISCLAIMERS: This story includes descriptions of rape, bondage, and
torture.  If descriptions of such activities offend you, DO NOT READ
THIS STORY!  If you are under twenty-one years of age, DO NOT READ
THIS STORY!  This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to actual
persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  This story may  be
reproduced and distributed electronically where the laws allow so long
as it is not changed in any way and authorship is acknowledged.  I
welcome comments and suggestions from readers. All flames will be
ignored.  

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         FEMALE  POW 2:  POSTSCRIPT   Part 6
                  by conwic@aol.com

Though Arkan had died in the American Delta Force attack on his hotel
headquarters cum rape camp early the next morning,  he continued to
influence events in his native Balkans.  His bodyguard Alexander had
survived the attack by virtue of having accompanied Val and Bobbie to
the coast where they were handed over to the middleman's agent.
Blindly following Arkan's instructions on what to do in case of his
sudden, violent death- instructions which had assumed that Serbian
betrayal rather than the Americans would have caused his death;
Alexander had returned to the now empty hotel, found the hidden tapes
of Valkyrie and Bobbie, and gave them to Arkan's contact in the German
media. Then he had disappeared, apparently returning to the obscurity
from which Arkan had rescued him.

The tapes - including the one with General Milosadic as well as the
one of the "going away party"- brought about the renewed war which had
been Arkan's dream, though this new war was not quite the one he had
desired.  The new war was one pitting an angry America seeking revenge
in the form of capturing General Milosadic against a frightened but
stubborn Bosnian Serb leadership.  A deadly game of hide and seek
ensued as for each tit- an American forces raiding a Serb stronghold
in search of the General- there was a tat-a retaliatory car bombings
by the Serbs.  Quickly, the disjointed Serbs rallied against the
Americans whom they increasingly saw as the latest in their long
history of invaders.  The fate of Valkyrie and Bobbie became a side
issue in the new conflict; both sides assumed that the two women had
been taken away that morning before the raid to be killed and their
bodies dropped down one of the many mine shafts used by Arkan to
dispose of his victims' bodies.  They were officially listed as
Missing, Presumed Dead.  Forgotten.

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If the women were forgotten by their own government, they were not
forgotten by others.  Whether from pirated copies of the tapes given
to the German media or from copies of the tapes sold by Arkan to the
Mafia- or a combination of the two,  uncensored pictures of the
assorted gang rapes inflicted upon Valkyrie and Bobbie circulated
widely throughout Europe despite the best efforts of various
governments to stop them.  Like all forbidden information, these
pictures and video clips found their way onto the internet.  Posted on
anonymous and short lived sites,  they spread rapidly around the
globe, changing in the course of a day from expensive pornography for
the jaded Italian elite to an item of popular, if perverse,  culture. 

Nowhere was the effect of these graphic pictures felt more deeply than
in the ranks of the U.S. Navy's aviation community.  To many they were
an obscenity.  To others, a confirmation of their deeply held view
that women did not belong in their ranks.  The controversy remained
generally hidden from the American public except for three incidents
which reached the popular media.

The first was the news of a cruel adolescent prank at the Naval
Academy.  An unpopular female midshipman found a printout of a black
and white picture of Bobbie being raped by Arkan pinned to the pillow
on her bed one night.  The printout showed the young woman being
sodomized by Arkan, her agonized face clearly visible to the viewer.
On the back of the picture was the message, "THIS IS HOW YOU'LL END UP
SOMEDAY, BITCH."  Despite draconian measures by the Academy, the
person who put the picture there was never identified.  The young
woman left the Academy soon afterwards.

The second was the scandal which centered around the Services' joint
SERE Schooling- Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape - a training
course for aircrew members in avoiding or at worse surviving a POW
experience.  Doctrinally, the school taught both male and female
students to expect and accept rape.  It also attempted to teach male
students to accept the rape of female POWs, anticipating that an enemy
might rape a female POW in front of her male counterparts in the hope
that some males would give up the desired information to save the
woman.  The idea of doing nothing as a woman was raped in front of
them proved difficult for many male flyers to accept.  An instructor
at the SERE School decided to experiment with the use of the film
showing Valkyrie's gang rape in the barn as a teaching tool.  Without
first clearing its use with the school Commandant,  he repeatedly
showed the film to some male students to determine if frequent viewing
would , in the instructor's words, "desensitize" the men to the sight
of a woman being raped.  News of the video's use reached the class's
two females.  Their revelation of the film's use on the news program,
60 Minutes, resulted in the court-martial of the instructor and led to
Congressional hearings about the school itself.  For weeks the news
media had a field day with stories of female students being subjected
to sexual humiliation by being strip-searched and then kept nude for
long periods while they were physically abused- all actions which were
officially condoned by the school as necessary in order to prepare the
women for the inevitable sexual abuse associated with a POW
experience.  Though these actions were supposed to be carried out only
by female members of the mock guard force, the female "prisoners" were
unable to tell if there were male guards present or not since the
women were hooded during their ordeal.  Later comments by a number of
male guards indicating a detail knowledge of the women's most intimate
body parts- in one pilot's case the presence of a butterfly tattoo
above her vagina- led many of the female students to wonder if male
guards were being allowed to watch their humiliation.  The belief that
this training had become a sadistic game for some of the male and
female members of the enlisted guard force was expressed during the
hearings by several female officers who had been students at the SERE
course.  That the training was realistic, and that the men had
experienced the same treatment for over two decades was generally
ignored in the sensational media coverage.  Fearing that a continued
use of such training after public complaints by these female officers
would create a political firestorm, the Pentagon ordered the POW camp
portion of SERE Schooling to be discontinued, effectively ending all
training in dealing with a POW situation and stifling the already
constrained debate within the military community about capture and
rape.

The third and most notorious incident involved Valkyrie's and Bobbie's
old squadron , now totally male.  It was no secret that after the
Newsweek article, there had been bad blood between Valkyrie and many
of the male pilots who felt slighted by the attention focused on the
two women.  Then a supermarket tabloid published what it claimed were
photos of a male flyer assigned to VF-142 wearing an obscene T shirt
featuring Valkyrie.  The pictures showed a T-shirt bearing a
reproduction of a picture of Valkyrie as she carried Arkan his drink
before the final gang rape at Arkan's hotel.  The reproduction showed
her attired only in fishnet hose and an open men's coat, being led
around by the lines tied to her nipples.  Above the picture was a
caption: " Who You Gonna Call...BITCHTAMERS"  The photos were
accompanied by an article which claimed that other men in the unit had
similar shirts, that they in fact had formed an informal club called
"BITCHTAMERS", that at least one man possessed the entire tape showing
that fateful night, and that the tape had frequently been played by
unit members at private parties of the "BITCHTAMERS".  Crucified in
print, some men in the squadron struck back.  In an article in Soldier
of Fortune magazine they described Valkyrie as a partygirl and related
in detail many of her sexual adventures, including a number of one
night stands she had with various, often married men.  Accompanying
the article were photos of Val taken before her last cruise, photos
which showed a grinning Valkyrie wearing her partygirl outfit- fishnet
stockings, leather micro-mini skirt, and a man's black blazer- and
waving a large rubber dildo at the camera.  The picture and
accompanying story, so directly at odds with the girl scout image of
Valkyrie propagated by the Navy and by various feminist groups,
sparked a new firefight in the Navy's running gender wars as well as
fueling a print war which still continues.

Soon, perhaps the only people in the world unaware of the pictures and
the controversy they had engendered were the women they portrayed.
Valkyrie and Bobbie had gone far beyond such concerns.

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His Royal Highness, the Sultan of Borneo- the world's richest man -
turned his gaze from the placid waters of the South China Sea back to
the shaded terrace of his palace, leaned back in his canopied chair,
and smiled down at his favorite "toy".  He had hundreds- thousands- of
expensive toys: cars, planes, polo ponies, palaces, boats; but none of
those toys were as satisfying as the one at his feet.  Idly, he fed a
slice of fruit to the naked brunette woman kneeling there by his feet,
her leash tied to the arm of his chair.  Obediently she took the fruit
in her mouth, licking the sticky juice off his fingers in the process,
all without moving her manacled hands from her lap.  The Sultan
rewarded her by stroking her short mop of dark hair in a gesture which
turned into a command drawing her face upward to the robe covering his
crotch.  As the woman's head burrowed under the loose robe to find his
soft cock, the Sultan turned his attention to that corner of the
terrace exposed to the harsh sun.  There he found the figure of a
tall, muscular, and very nude blonde woman- her deeply tanned and
oiled skin gleaming in the sunlight - kneeling on the hard tiles.  You
could not have told that she was a blonde by looking at her though,
for her short blonde hair was hidden under the heavy black leather
punishment helmet which covered her entire head.  In addition, her
blonde pubs had been shaven, exposing the well exercised, reddish
flesh of her vagina.  The woman in the helmet could not see, or hear ,
or- with the dildo plug inserted in the mouth opening as it was now-
speak.  She could barely breath inside the stifling heat of the
helmet.  It was the Sultan's pleasure to keep her that way- except for
rare occasions when he displayed her face to the courtiers of his
inner circle.  Few men ever saw her face for the knowledge that she
and her companion were here was dangerous even to a man as wealthy and
influential as the Sultan.  The muscular woman, now nameless by order
of the Sultan, had once been a U.S. Navy flyer as had the  less
obviously foreign and equally nameless brunette servicing his cock.
Shot down over Bosnia less than a year ago, they were officially
missing, presumed dead.  Yesterday's news.  Out of long practice, the
blonde sat patiently on her folded legs, her arms manacled behind her
back.  A leash tied to a ring set in the tile floor ran to the gold
chain hanging between her heavy breasts, a chain linking the two
large, golden rings embedded in her thick red nipples.  The rings and
chain reflected the sunlight, moving ever so slightly with each breath
the captive woman took.  Slowly his cock hardened under the flicking
tongue and soft lips of the petite brunette as the Sultan stared at
the nude, kneeling woman.  The soft, sucking sounds coming from the
boyish brunette's warm mouth as it moved up and down his cock
continued at a steady pace- without slowing or quickening- just as she
had been so painstakingly trained to do.  His cock grew slowly, jaded
by its familiarity with that warm, wet mouth, while its owner
considered what he would do next with his two favorite toys.  It was a
hard decision.  Since the two had come into his possession four months
ago in exchange for 3 million dollars - a sum equal to roughly two
days personal income for the Sultan, he had indulged himself fully in
their charms, using the two women in every conceivable manner and
hole.  Unlike conquests from his college days in the United States,
there were no legal, diplomatic, or , with his father finally dead,
paternal limits on what he could do here in his own country to two
foreign women who did not officially existed.  Like the pirate
ancestors who had established his throne more than two centuries ago,
he knew that it was his family's birthright to prey on Westerners.
His father's chosen prey had been the Western oil companies seeking to
exploit his country's great reserve of oil.  His prey was different.
Having developed a taste for the flesh of the liberated American woman
during his college years, his preferred prey was female.  These two
Americans were of much more interest to him than the two Malay women
who were the mothers of his children or the Filipino women in his
harem.  The blonde- taller, a year older, and much stronger than he-
offered him the opportunity to dominate a strong, arrogant Western
woman.  The boyish brunette was his pet, totally submissive and so
eager to please that she had required only a whipping or two since her
arrival.   By contrast, the larger blonde was compliant, but as
punishment for that compliance was compelled by her own inner demons
to seek out his discipline.  Fortunately, the Sultan was happy to meet
her need to suffer, happy to provide a seemingly endless variety of
painful experiences for her to sample.  The brunette reminded him of
that junior cheerleader he had tasted but never quite conquered during
his senior year.  The muscular blonde reminded him of that senior
swimmer he had admired from afar during his first year at Yale.  The
two women were in his eyes the perfect pairing, opposites physically
and emotionally yet closely linked spiritually like sisters
or..maybe..... lovers.

Loosing the leash from his chair,  he instructed the brunette to bring
her companion to the stone bench behind him.  As he watched
contentedly, she literally ran to the side of her larger, more
muscular friend,  Untying the breast leash from the ring in the stone,
she gently pulled on it, signaling the other woman to rise.  She did
not speak, knowing that her friend could not hear her through the
thick leather helmet. After a slight start, the blonde woman rose
gracefully and stood submissively in front of her smaller companion,
waiting to be told what to do next.  Controlling her friend through
the line attached to the heavy golden rings in the blonde's large
nipples, the brunette steered her across the smooth flagstones to the
narrow, stone bench beside which the Sultan waited.  At his nod, she
stopped her friend in front of the bench and gently positioned the
blonde on her back resting on her bound arms.  Without further orders,
she took each of the blonde's feet and slipped  them through  rope
loops attached to the framework for the trellis on either side of the
bench, leaving the blonde on her back with her sex exposed.  Sinking
to her knees in front of that shaven sex, the brunette looked up at
the Sultan, her look imploring him to grant her this favor.  Smiling,
the Sultan nodded his head slightly,  indulging her.

Leaning forward, the young woman began to lick her blind, deaf, and
dumb companion, using the flat of her tongue to caresses the slick,
open vagina from the sensitive skin at the rear between her cunt and
her anus up to the prominent clitoris, now decorated with a golden
stud piercing its fleshy mound halfway between its base and the
sensitive tip.  Kept in a constant state of stimulation by the stud,
the woman's body responded instantly, lubricating herself with copious
amounts of secretion which the brunette eagerly lapped up.  As the
larger helmeted woman's body shook with pleasure from the oral
attention of her friend, the Sultan picked up a large red candle from
a nearby table,  a table covered with instruments of pain and
pleasure, and lit it.  He held it over the woman's reclining body and
slowly tipped the candle to allow a drop of hot wax to fall on the
unsuspecting woman's left breast.  With her head enclosed inside the
leather helmet, the blonde woman had no warning of the wax's approach.
The first she knew of it was the burning heat as the hot wax hit to
her sensitive beast cone, mixing pain with the pleasure she had been
receiving.  Again and again he dropped the hot wax onto her bare skin
at irregular intervals.  The wax produced pain but did no permanent
harm to her tanned skin; it was the anticipation of its use when
combined with the pleasure coming from the tongue burrowing inside her
which was driving the captive blonde woman mad with conflicting
impulses of pain/pleasure.  After some time, the Sultan grew bored
with this.  Putting down the candle, he unlocked from the helmet the
dildo inserted into the reclining woman's mouth.  As soft moans and
muffled pleas escaped from the round opening in the black helmet, the
man took a larger, double ended dildo from the table and held it up
for the brunette to see.  As she watched, he slid one end into the wet
cunt of the blonde, helmeted woman and then slid that same end which
was wet with her own secretions into the blonde's mouth, locking it
into the helmet.  Eagerly, the brunette slid her body up her friend's
, delighting in the skin to skin contact, until she lay on top of the
muscular, nude body of her friend.  The brunette licked the large hard
rubber cock jutting out of the mask, licking it with the flat of her
tongue before she took as much of it into her mouth as she could,
sucking on it as if it were a real cock.  As she sucked the rubber
cock, the man toyed with her yielding sphincter, making her body
wiggle  and rubbing her small cones against her friend's large , but
equally soft breasts.  Underneath her, the bound helmeted blonde could
only lie passively on the bench as the dildo in her mouth and throat
moved to and fro aggressively in response to the efforts of the woman
sucking the rubber cock.

At a word of command from the Sultan, the brunette repositioned
herself above the blonde's face, above the dildo jutting  out of her
friend's helmet, and slowly lowered herself onto the salvia wet rubber
until her crotch covered the helmeted face of her friend.  She began
riding the dildo, fucking her own cunt as well as the other woman's
mouth with the rubber double ended cock.  The Sultan took the leash
attached to the brunette's collar and tied it tightly to the chain
between the blonde's nipple rings.  Now each time she lifted herself
off the dildo, the brunette pulled on her friend's breasts, stretching
them with into elongated cones with each upstroke. Slowly at first,
then with increasing speed, the brunette rode her friend's face,
oblivious to the labored breathing of the woman under her.

Satisfied, the Sultan shrugged off his robe to reveal his slender,
brown body, as smooth and hairless as a boy's.  He positioned himself
standing between the legs of the large, muscular Western woman and
slid his cock into her wet, open cunt.  He felt the woman grip him as
he sank into the wet warmth.  Slowly he fucked the tall, muscular
blonde, savoring her warm tightness as he watched the brunette move on
the blonde's face, her pert, flying breasts instinctively drawing his
hands to her nipples as she pumped up and down with abandon on the
dildo in her friend's mouth.  Needing more, the Sultan reached again
for the still burning candle.  Holding it above the two women's
breasts, he alternated dropping the hot wax onto their breasts as he
slowly fucked the reclining woman.  The convulsions of the muscular
blonde's cunt muscles every time a drop of the hot wax unexpectedly
hit her breast squeezed his cock like a masturbating hand, milking him
with almost painful pleasure.  Soon, both the reclining woman's
breasts were  encased in the hardening wax, covering both sensitive
nipples and forcing him to aim for the less sensitive sides of her
large breasts.  The pleasure which came from using the hot wax on the
smaller brunette was different, less physical.  It was the pleasure of
seeing the conflicting fear and excitement in the brunette's eyes as
he held the candle above her wax spattered breast. Idly he picked at
the wax on her left nipple to expose it to his thumb and forefinger
while she steadied herself with her small hands on his shoulders- the
burning candle held threateningly between them in his right hand.
Leaving the throbbing nub, he gripped the brunette in her short mop of
hair and drew her mouth towards his own.  He thrust his tongue into
her submissively accepting mouth as he thrust his cock into her
friend's submissively accommodating cunt.  He began to come, shooting
spurt after spurt of cum into the warmth surrounding his cock.  As he
found his release, his right hand dropped, inadvertently dumping the
full measure of melted wax onto the helmeted woman's quaking stomach,
goading her to a masochistic climax  as her brunette friend rode the
dildo in the blonde's mouth to her own climax.

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                                            THE END





