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Subject: REVISED: Female POW2 2/6 (M+/FF,NC,rape,capture,torture,bondage,military)
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     FEMALE POW2: NIGHTMARE IN BOSNIA   Part 2(REVISED)
                       By conwic@aol.com


"Please...get him off  ME", cried a nearly hysterical Bobbie,
referring to the dead body of the Muhajideen leader lying over her.

"Certainly, young lady", replied Arkan smoothly as he bent to grab the
man's body, " I am so sorry that this happened.  We saw the Moslem
swine shot your plane down and came as quickly as we could to help
you.  We must work quickly; where is your pilot?  Is he all right?"

"Valkyrie?", said the shaken Bobbie, " Oh my God!  I don't know what
happened to her?"

A thoroughly confused Arkan looked up, still holding the bloody corpse
of the Moslem leader.  " Her?...  The American pilot is a HER?", he
exclaimed.   Despite his guise as the noble rescuer, Arkan could not
help smiling ferally at the thought of two American women literally
falling into his hands. Since he recovered rapidly, his lapse went
unnoticed; Bobbie was too shaken and too happy to be rescued from the
Muhajideen gang rape to be looking closely at who had rescued her or
why.

" We must find her.  They will be after her too!  You must help us
find her before something terrible like this happens to her!"

" The radio!", exclaimed Bobbie through her sobs, " I forgot about the
radio.  Maybe we can reach her on it.  Its in my vest somewhere around
here.  They threw it on the ground when they .....attacked me."
************************************************************************

Valkyrie had by this time reached the top of a small knoll.  With an
unhindered line of sight, her hand held survival radio was able to
reach Goose, still circling his F-14  overhead.  Because of the cloud
cover, neither he nor Gumby had seen what or who had downed her plane.
They had been forced to circle helplessly overhead, waiting for some
word after they had lost contact with Valkyrie's F-14.  They had been
within five minutes of leaving, their fuel barely enough for the trip
back to the carrier when they heard Valkyrie's voice.

Valkyrie could only tell them that there had been no warning on the
radar receiver and that she had seen nothing. She also told them about
the men who had come after her.  Her voice choked as she told her
squadron mates that she did not know what had happened to Bobbie,
hoping that they might have heard from her via her survival radio.
Goose's laconic, " Negative, Chevy one" cut through her like a knife.
She had grown so close to the younger woman.  
***********************************************************************

"That's her.  That's Valkyrie.  She's alive." exclaimed Bobbie happily
as she heard Goose's reply.  Though they could not hear Valkyrie
because of the intervening terrain, the meaning of the transmission
was clear to Arkan; the woman pilot was alive and in contact with her
comrades. She would, he feared, be rescued before he could get to her.
The next transmission calmed his fears.

"Negative, Chevy one.  Mother says that you are to proceed to the
preplanned PUP. A TARP will extract you there.  I say again, since we
do not know what got you, Mother will not authorize pick up at your
current location.  There will be a bird overhead to monitor this
frequency.  Do you Roger?"

There was a brief burst of static, then the voice returned, " Roger,
Chevy one.....sorry, Valkyrie.  You're on your own until then.  Good
luck.  Out"

Bobbie reached for her radio which Arkan was holding.  " Please, let
me tell them I'm OK.", she asked.  Bobbie was wearing her flight suit
now, the only part of her clothing besides her combat boots which had
survived the attack upon her.  Having her clothes back made her feel
at lot better, though the sticky feeling of the men's cum inside her
cunt and slowly dribbling out of her onto her legs gave her a feeling
of being unclean. Nor did she like the looks of the men around her
except for their leader; she felt safe around him.

But Arkan held onto the radio.  " Later perhaps.  My superiors may
want to make the announcement.  You understand, don't you?  First,
what did he mean about "Mother" telling her to "PUP"?  What is a
"TARP"?  It is important we get to your friend quickly.  You do not
want her to be captured and attacked like you were, do you?"

Still trusting in the man who had saved her, Bobbie answered without
thinking, " No, of course not.  "Mother" means the higher
headquarters,  the Carrier we are from, the Eisenhower.  A "PUP is a
pick up point, a place to hide near an open area where a helicopter
can land.  Our PUP is in the next valley.  The TARP is a team of
Marines with helicopter gunships to secure the area."

" I see!.  Tell me where this "PUP" is.  We'll pick up your friend
there so she'll be safe.  We'll surprise her, hmm."
************************************************************************
Valkyrie had just finished talking to the aircraft when she saw the
lights below her, moving towards her like fireflies in the growing
twilight. She could see half a dozen lights moving through the trees
in a line, obviously searching for something. My footprints, she
thought; they're following my tracks in the snow. She looked to the
West, toward the location of her pick up point.  The sheer side of a
cliff loomed between her and the next valley; she would have to move
around it and then over the mountain to reach her pick up point. With
a sense of urgency, Valkyrie moved down the side of the knoll, taking
care to stay within the wooded fringe.  She did what she could to make
it harder to track her, but she realized that she did not have the
time to be clever.  She had to use the waning light to get some
distance between her and her unknown pursuers. 

Valkyrie was growing colder now as the sun disappeared.  Her flight
suit and long underwear were little protection against a Balkan winter
night, even in March.  The temperature was freezing now, she thought,
it would be zero or below by dawn.  She would have to keep moving or
freeze.  As she moved  into the low ground, Valkyrie choose to move to
her left, uphill, to go around the cliff.  Her mind was racing, trying
to remember something- anything- from her training which could help
her now.  What she remembered was a scene from an old John Wayne
Western she had seen a dozen times as a kid.  She would use the
mountain stream running in front of the cliff to cover her tracks,
just like the Duke. She carefully laid a false trail past the stream
and then walked backwards to the stream by stepping in her own
footsteps, silently praying  that whoever was after her was not a fan
of the Duke's movies.  The water was brutally cold; but it was, she
knew, the only way she could avoid leaving tracks for her pursuers to
use against her.  As the dark engulfed her, Valkyrie fought her way up
the stream.  Frequently, she stumbled on rocks until she was soaked to
the waist, letting the cold further sap her strength.  Branches from
the banks of the stream racked her face.  Only her will and the fear
of what capture would mean kept her going.  Her lower body was soaked;
her upper body was covered with sweat from her struggles. She paused
every now and then to drink a little of the water to quiet the
growling in her stomach.  She had no food; that had been abandon with
her parachute.  Her feet had grown numb from the cold water, her legs
were leaden from the ordeal of struggling up hill over the rocky
stream bed.  Still, she persisted until there was no more stream.
Then, too cold to risk the luxury of rest without shelter, she forced
herself upward to the crest of the ridge.  Below her in the darkness
was, she knew, the valley where she was to be rescued. She checked her
position with her hand held GPS and got an azimuth to the pick up
point.  Carefully, she began to pick her way down the rocky slope in
total darkness.  The thought of rescue was all that kept her putting
one foot in front of another.  After the events of the last ten hours,
a flyer with less will power would have long ago given up to the cold
and the fatigue.  Slowly, she made her way down the mountain side.
The gnawing in her stomach was growing painful now, but Valkyrie knew
that it was her constant shivering that was the greater problem. She
knew that she had to get something to eat to starve off hypothermia
from her prolonged exposure to the cold water.  As dawn appeared,
Valkyrie saw a barn like building at the edge of the woods she was
using for cover. Her need drove Valkyrie to risk entering the
building.  Cautiously, she explored the empty barn, her pistol ready.
She found nothing eatable until she opened a small storage area beside
the cattle pens.  There she found a small pile of half rotten turnips,
cattle feed in this part of  the world.  Valkyrie stared at them with
disgust for a moment; then with a resigned sigh picked one up and bit
into it.  The mushy, bitter taste of the half rotten, frozen turnip
filled her mouth, but Valkyrie forced herself to keep chewing. She
choked down the pungent, earthy mess and forced herself to take
another bite.  It took all her will power to finish that raw turnip.
It took just as much to pick up the next one.

***********************************************************************

Arkan smiled and said, "Thank you Lt. Malone.  No, that is too formal;
I shall call you Bobbie.  You have been very helpful.  Particularly, I
found what you said about your friend, Valkyrie, to be very
interesting.  She sounds like a remarkable woman.  I shall enjoy
meeting her. We will meet your friend at this PUP of your's.  Now,...
there is one more thing I want you to do.  Face the car window,
Bobbie."

Bobbie looked at her rescuer without understanding.  It took her a
moment to realize that he was holding a pistol, pointing directly at
her.

"Wa ..What are you doing?....I don't understand."

" FACE THE WINDOW!   You silly whore, the Moslem's didn't shoot you
down; my men did!  You Americans are so naive.  You go around the
world pushing people around, and then you are surprised because
everyone hates you.  FACE THE WINDOW!"

Still not comprehending, Bobbie turned to the window of the land
rover's backseat.  Arkan roughly took her arms and handcuffed them
behind her back with cuffs the grinning guard in the front seat handed
him. Then he jerked her around to face him.  Putting up the gun, he
opened the zipper on Bobbie's flight suit to expose the bare skin
underneath.  Grinning widely, he pushed the flaps of the suit aside to
free her small, pert breasts.  He stroked them softly until the red
nubs of her nipples were erect.  Bobbie cringed under his touch.

"Pleaseee....don't do this to me.....please don't.", Bobbie begged.
The shock of having Arkan betray her, coming so soon after the ordeal
of her gang rape, overwhelmed the young flyer's will to resist.  She
felt paralyzed, totally helpless to resist him.

"I am going to show you something, my little American aviator.  A
little trick I like to use to get a woman's attention."

Arkan took a piece of nylon fishing line out of his pocket and laid it
over his lap.  With a few rapid movements of his hands he tied one end
into a tiny noose.  Then, his eyes still fixed on Bobbie's, he did the
same to the other end.  As Bobbie sat there transfixed, he looped one
of the tiny nooses over her right nipple and gently tightened it until
Bobbie gave a little gasp.  He repeated the process on her left nipple
with the other end of the almost invisible line.  Bobbie was so
terribly frightened; she was unable to even breath.  Holding the line,
each hand a few inches from Bobbie's now elongated nipple, Arkan
pulled slowly, drawing her forward and off the seat as the thin thread
cut cruelly into her sensitive nub.  He guided her onto the floor of
the land rover between his legs, using only the fishing line to
maneuver her. When he had her in place, Arkan toyed with the line,
jerking first one side and then the other to draw an agonized response
from the  kneeling young woman. To Bobbie, it felt as if he were
cutting her nipples off her breasts.  The pain was sharp and intense.

"OHHH!...Pleasee don't.....it hurts so!.....pleasee, I'll do what ever
you want; just don't hurt me any more...AHHH!.. Pleasee!"

She looked up at him, her face just above the level of his crotch as
he sat straddling her.  He used one hand to open his pants and extract
his cock.  The erect organ was almost touching her face.  Bobbie
involuntarily flinched.

"Lick it, Bobbie", Arkan ordered, emphasizing his words by pulling on
the line attached to her right nipple. Bobbie cried out as the pain
intensified yet again.

Sobbing and with tears streaming down her face, Bobbie bent her head
forward and put out her tongue.  She touched her pink tongue to the
warm flesh of his cock with its sour, overwhelmingly masculine odor
and then licked across the head of his cock.  Her mind mercifully
blank, Bobbie licked the head and then the top of his cock.  He held
his cock in one hand, raising it to allow her to lick the sensitive
ridge along its underside.  As Bobbie licked his cock, making it shiny
with her salvia, Arkan guided her actions with the line encircling her
nipples, using them like the reins of a horse to guide and dominate
the kneeling woman.  Arkan savored the sensation of her warm, soft
tongue caressing his cock for as long as he could.  When he could
stand it no longer, he dropped the fishing line, grabbed her short
hair with both hands, and began to fuck her face, brutally using her
mouth as if it were a cunt.  He thrust into her mouth until his
cockhead was pounding at the entrance to her throat, choking the
handcuffed American flyer with each thrust. 

"Yes..Is that too much for you, bitch?.. you can tell your friend
Valkyrie about how it feels in your throat...SUCK IT SLUT!"

 Trying hard not to panic, Bobbie forced herself to breath during the
few seconds when he had withdrew his cock for the next thrust,
desperately trying to suck air to her tortured lungs around the cock
still halfway inside her mouth.  Harder and harder Arkan rode Bobbie's
mouth, his cock gliding over the girl's hot, moist tongue to hit her
throat before withdrawing to repeat the process again and again.
Bobbie's jaws were stretched to their limits to accommodate Arkan's
male member. She was gagging involuntarily each time his cockhead
forced its way into her throat. She could not breath. As his thrusts
went deeper and faster, Bobbie was unable to draw any air into her
lungs. Her lungs were burning as her mind began to swim into
blackness.  Helpless and frightened, she could only crouched there on
the car's floor as he raped her mouth, moving her head back and forth
over his cock as if he were masturbating with her face!  Just before
Bobbie lost consciousness, she felt for the first time the hot
bitterness of a man's cum filling her mouth.  But instead of
withdrawing, he kept his cock inside her mouth as his sticky white cum
poured down her throat, cutting off what little air she could suck
around his cock.  Then blackness overwhelmed her.

Bobbie did not know how long she was unconscious.  When she came to,
she was still on the land rover's floor, still handcuffed. The nylon
line was still around her nipples though she saw that it had been
retied from a single strand noose.  Now she had the nylon line wrapped
repeatedly around her nipples, making the tip swell from the blood
trapped there. Still, she felt only a dull ache there rather than the
sharp pain she had felt when he had repeatedly tightened it around her
nipples.  She stared sadly at her exposed breasts, the nipples
distended into an hourglass shape by the fishing line.  She could feel
the car moving and hear Arkan talking on a radio.  The salty, sticky
taste in her mouth brought back the painful memory of what he had
done to her.  As she lay there exhausted by her ordeal and lulled by
the gently rocking of the car, the realization of what she had done
hit her.  Oh Val, she thought, oh God, I told him how to find you.
***********************************************************************
At dawn, Valkyrie approached the wooded hill near the meadow that was
her pick up point.  Cold and hungry, she nevertheless felt elated at
the prospect that she was only an hour or two from rescue.  She knew
that she had only to check out the area and then call in the rescue
party, the TARP.  Carefully, she moved through the wooded area to the
edge of the meadow.  It was then that she saw the small figure at the
corner of the field.  Valkyrie's heart jumped as she recognized the
figure; it was Bobbie!  She ran toward her backseater and then stopped
in her tracks.  There was something wrong; Bobbie, who appeared to be
leaning against a tree, had her flight suit open to expose her
breasts.  Valkyrie could see that Bobbie was shaking her head though
no sounds came from the woman.  As she stared at Bobbie, a camouflaged
uniformed man rose from the bushes at Bobbie's feet.

"Surrender, Lieutenant.  My men are all around you.  You cannot
escape!"

Valkyrie looked around her.  At the sound of the man's voice, other
men had appeared  at the top of the hill to her left.  She saw that
she was cut off from escape.  Valkyrie reached into her holster for
her 9mm pistol.

" Do not be foolish!", the man yelled as he pressed a pistol against
Bobbie's forehead, " I will kill your friend if you fire!   Drop your
pistol!"

Valkyrie hesitated for a second but then complied.  In a moments time,
she had her survival vest torn off and her hands cuffed behind her
back as one of the men held her own pistol to her head.  Valkyrie did
not resist.  The men then walked her toward Bobbie. Valkyrie  saw a
gagged and bound Bobbie was being led towards her- by something
pulling her exposed breasts!  She saw that Bobbie's nipples were
horribly distended, being pulled  at least two inches beyond their
normal length.  From the expression in the younger woman's eyes,
Valkyrie knew that  the pain must be tremendous.  Valkyrie saw that
Bobbie's face was covered with a whitish scum.  The men had raped her,
thought Valkyrie; I'll be next!  But her fear for herself was less
than her anger at the men who had hurt her friend. 

"Bastards!... big, brave men... How many of you did it take to rape
one woman half your size? ..... that the only way you assholes can get
it up?"

Of the Serbs, only Arkan could understand her words though all
understood her tone.  To Valkyrie's surprise, his response to her
outburst was a laugh.  In his own language, Arkan told his men that
they finally had a woman who would be a challenge, a welcome change
from those cringing Moslems they had been used to. Then he turned to
the seething Valkyrie.

"Ah!   Lieutenant Valkyrie!  I have been looking forward to meeting
you. Bobbie has told me so much about her big, strong pilot.  I have
such plans for you."

Valkyrie was flabbergasted at the man's response but  recovered
quickly.  " I'm not afraid of you!  There's a lot of Marines on their
way here.  You better be the one who's worried, you Rapist!"

" I might be.... if you had ever told them you were here."  Holding up
the radio he had been monitoring- Bobbie's radio, Arkan gloated, " but
you never told them, did you."
***********************************************************************

An hour later, Arkan led a thoroughly frightened and crying Bobbie
into an abandon barn, pulling her after him by the lines attached to
her swollen nipples, exposed in her unzipped flight suit.  A rope was
tied around her neck.  The other end was wrapped around Valkyrie's
neck, forcing her to follow or , between her resistance and Arkan's
pulling,  rip Bobbie's nipples off.  Valkyrie was trying to put up a
brave front for Bobbie's sake but was sweating from her own fear. The
pair was led into the filthy interior, littered with rusted farm
equipment.  Valkyrie was positioned under a heavy, exposed beam.  As
one of the guards held a rifle to her chest, two men tied ropes to her
booted feet and ran them to a broken plow and the wheel of a derelict
tractor.  They pulled on the ropes,  painfully spreading Valkyrie's
feet  beyond the width of her broad shoulders before they tied them to
the two pieces of the heavy farm debris.  Arkan untied the rope
connecting Valkyrie and Bobbie's necks from the still gagged Bobbie
and threw the end to one of the guards.  The guard ran the rope end
over the exposed beam and pulled, forcing the handcuffed Valkyrie up
on her toes as she struggled to keep from choking.  She struggled
frantically, fearing that they were going to hang her here as Bobbie
watched.  Once she had been immobilized by the ropes at her feet and
neck, one of the men unlocked Valkyrie's handcuffs.  As two other men
held her arms, he tied a rope around each of  her wrists and one by
one ran the other end over the beam to which her noose was tied.  As
his helpers continued to hold her left arm behind her back, he pulled
on the other rope until her arm was raised- despite her struggle-
above her head until her hand touched the beam.  He tied the rope off
to an upright and proceeded to repeat the process with her left arm.
Valkyrie now was suspended by her arms, her toes barely scraping the
dirt floor as she scrambled for support.  Her weight bore painfully on
her shoulder joints, forcing a cry from her clenched lips.  The rope
around her neck was no longer choking her, but it was forcing her to
keep her head up in order to be able to breath. The men then stood
back and watched as Arkan took a long single edged knife from his belt
and held it in front of Valkyrie. He smiled at Valkyrie as he pulled
the zipper of her flight suit down.   He inserted the knife blade
where the zipper stopped and slashed downward.  Valkyrie involuntarily
flinched.  Slowly and silently, Arkan cut the woman's clothes from her
body as his men and Bobbie watched.  Valkyrie tried to remain still as
he cut her clothes away but could not keep herself from moving away
from the cold metal of the blade whenever it touched her skin. In
moments she was left naked but for her boots and her dogtags. Arkan
stood back to admire the results, staring hungrily at her large
breasts with their quarter size auroras and erect nipples and at the
thick patch of blonde hair between her legs.

" Yes...you will do very well.", Arkan gloated as he ran his hands
over her flat stomach to her large breasts, weighing them in his palms
as he pressed his thumbs into her large nipples.  

" You can't get away with this!  This is a war crime!  I demand to be
treated in accordance with the Geneva Conventions.", barked an angry
Valkyrie.

"Oh, but I can get away with this.  I have been getting away with this
for years. There is none of your stupid Geneva Convention here.  And
no one can help you here, my big strong American.  You are mine now,
the spoils of war."

As Arkan spoke, he was already tying his fishing line into a nipple
noose.  While Valkyrie watched horrified, he slipped the thin nylon
line over her right nipple.  Slowly he tightened the line until her
nipple was encircled by a ring of pain. Then he tightened it more.

"AHH!, ...You Bastard!....AAHHH!...Stop it!  AHHH!......STOP"

Then he slipped the fishing line over her left nipple and tightened
it, turning its red tip into an hourglass shape as he slowly pulled on
the thin line.  Valkyrie could not believe the pain coming from her
nipples; they felt as if they were being sliced off. Arkan pulled the
fishing line even tighter; then he slowly wrapped the line around each
nipple until the tips of Valkyrie's nipples bulged with the trapped
blood.  Finally he began pulling on the lines, making Valkyrie's
breasts bob up and down to the amusement of his watching men. Valkyrie
was filled with rage at the man standing in front of her and mocking
her, pulling on the nylon line attached to her nipples as if they were
the reins controlling a fractious horse he was breaking. But she
controlled her anger. Valkyrie knew that she could only hold out so
long under torture; that everyone breaks sooner or later.  She knew
that she had to give him something to buy time until someone could
find her. She reasoned that she could always lie, pretend to cooperate
to stall.

" AHH!  OKAY!... I get the point. What do you want to know?"

" Know?  I don't want to know anything...except how much pain you can
stand.  I don't care about your stupid military secrets.  I can see
them on CNN anytime.  They mean nothing to me.  I am a man of simple
pleasures; I just want to hear you scream...and beg."

Valkyrie could not believe her ears.  The man was obviously insane!
This thought was reinforced as Arkan again attacked her blood engorged
nipples with his fingers.  He rolled them between his thumb and
forefinger, squeezing the swollen red flesh until the bound woman
screamed again and again.

"AHH! STOP IT.....AAHHHHH!   NO.. I WON'T BEG!"

"Well, I will let you think about that.  I shall rape you.  Then we
will see how long it takes you to learn to beg.  Your little friend is
quite good at it already.  She told us how to find you , you know."

As Arkan moved out of her narrow field of view, Valkyrie tried
unsuccessfully to look at Bobbie.  But the rope around her neck
prevented her from seeing Bobbie's face. She knew instinctively that
he had told the truth; that Bobbie had betrayed her.  She had to
believe that her friend had only done so under torture, but the
thought still angered her.

Arkan took the gag from Bobbie's mouth.  Then he used the lines
attached to her nipples to drag her screaming to Valkyrie. He
positioned her with her face inches from the bound pilot's crotch,
staring at her friend's pubic hairs.  Then he forced Bobbie's head
back so she could see his obscenely grinning face and made a pantomime
of licking with his tongue as he pointed at the hair between
Valkyrie's legs.  When he forced her face into Valkyrie's pubic hair.
Bobbie began to blindly lick the hairs pressing into her face.  He
kept her at it, kneeling beside her and pulling on the nipple lines to
encourage her. His men formed a circle around them, laughing at the
women's discomfort.

Valkyrie found the thought of another woman licking her cunt to be
repulsive.  All of 
her life, Valkyrie had fought the stereotype that a tall, muscular
woman must be gay.  The thought of having sex, even unwilling sex,
with another woman sickened her.  That it was Bobbie made it even
worse. Valkyrie flinched at each touch of her friend's tongue, her
stomach churning with disgust.  But this was of minor consequence
compared to the other agonies she was experiencing.  Her nipples were
on fire.  Her shoulders felt as if they were being slowly pulled from
her body.  Even worse, Valkyrie's mind kept returning to the stories
she had heard about the terrible gang rapes inflicted upon an Air
Force pilot, Major Diana Barker, after she had been captured by the
Iraqi's in the Gulf War.  She feared rape, the prospect of being taken
against her will,  more than anything else. Compared to those
thoughts, the feeling of Bobbie's tongue- loathsome thought the act
was to her- was almost a welcome distraction.

Bobbie cried as she applied her soft tongue to Valkyrie's sensitive
flesh.  Though it had been her fantasy to make love to Valkyrie,
Bobbie felt horribly guilty about this. The humiliation of being
forced to lick her friend's cunt as these horrible men watched and the
knowledge that she was helping them prepare her friend and mentor to
be raped made her feel even worse about the excitement which she had
to admit that she was feeling.   Bobbie was appalled at the excitement
she felt as she tasted Valkyrie's soft, clean tasting cunt for the
first time.  Yet she also had to acknowledge that she found it
sexually exciting  to be servicing the woman she idolized sexually
just like in her fantasies.  Confused and frightened for them both,
Bobbie licked the other woman's cunt lips gently, trying to comfort
her friend, even as she hated herself for doing it. How, she wondered,
could she be so excited while Val's suffering so much.

As Arkan walked away, Bobbie was allowed to stop, to crouch by
Valkyrie's feet, pressing  herself  against the larger woman's sturdy
leg as if to try to draw some of Valkyrie's strength, and wait, still
clad only in her open flight suit.  Above her Valkyrie hung
motionless, sweat pouring from her nude body despite the chill in the
unheated barn.  Aside from an occasional moan, Bobbie heard nothing
from Valkyrie and was too frightened, and ashamed, to speak to her.
Periodically, one of the men would step forward from the group of men
who were passing around a bottle as they silently stared at the two
captive women.  The man would run his hands over Valkyrie, pawing her
breasts or her cunt.  Bobbie could feel Valkyrie shiver when they did
this.

It seemed an eternity to both the women, lost in their own fears as
they were, before Arkan reappeared in front of Valkyrie.  He was,
Bobbie saw, carrying a half empty bottle of a clear liquor from which
he took a deep drink, some sort of liquor she feared.  He ordered her
to her feet and , to her surprise, took the handcuffs off her.  For a
moment Bobbie hoped that he had changed his mind; that he was going to
be the man she had thought he was when he had rescued her from the
Mujahideen.  Then he spoke, his words  slightly slurred from the
alcohol.

"Take off your clothes.  Show us all what you have to offer, American
slut." 

Bobbie hesitated and then complied with his humiliating order.
Reluctantly, she shed the imaginary protection of her flight suit and
stood naked in front of Arkan and the half dozen men watching. She
hated being forced to expose herself this way; she wished he had just
ripped the clothing off her instead.  More embarrassed than she had
ever been in her life, Bobbie stood before them, trying to at least
hide her neatly trimmed dark  pubic patch from their hungry stares.

"Put your hands at your sides.  I want to see you!"

Reluctantly, she complied.  Staring at the floor in shame, Bobbie
waited for his next order.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!....LET HER ALONE!" , screamed Valkyrie.

"Ah.  Still full of fight?  Good, I like that.  I think you're going
to be even better than that Croat fighter bitch I captured two years
ago.  She was a strong one too.  She lasted almost a week.  She had a
lovely screaming voice."

Arkan smiled as he stared at the spread eagled pilot, her nude body
illuminated by the light through the open door.  He noted with
satisfaction that her nipples, still wrapped in his fishing line, were
now extremely swollen, the tips almost purple from the blood trapped
there.  From each nipple, a few inches of fishing line dangled,
waiting his use. Her muscular body struggled against the ropes holding
her arms to the ceiling beams and her legs to the rusted debris on the
dirt floor of the barn.  He stepped away from her, searching the
machines littering the dim interior of the barn.  He returned with a
short length of electrical cable which had formerly connected the
distributor and a spark plug on the tractor.  Valkyrie watched
fearfully, constrained as she was by the rope around her neck which
forced her to keep her head up or choke. She was more afraid now than
she had ever been in her life. She wanted to beg, to cry or scream-
anything to stop what she knew was going to happen. but her pride
stopped her; she wouldn't cringe before these animals.

 Arkan used his long knife to strip the insulation from the wire;
then he untwisted the thick strand of copper wire into a mass of
individual strands, creating a makeshift scourge which was small but
potent with its array of tiny semi-rigid copper wires.  Arkan tested
his new whip on Valkyrie's thighs, casually striking first one then
the other with the unyielding wire scourge. It left her inner thighs
marked by a mass of faint red lines.  Valkyrie groaned with each blow,
half strength though they were.  Arkan slowly moved up her body, the
strength of each blow increasing as he moved from her flat stomach
towards her exposed breasts.  Valkyrie frantically pulled at  her
bonds, her muscles flexing futility as she sought to free her hands to
protect her vulnerable breasts.  Foolishly, she refused to give him
what he wanted; her pride would not allow her.  But when his first
blow hit her already tortured right breast, Valkyrie forgot her pride.

"AGHHAAAA!...AGHAA!...NO PLEASE..PLEASE!"

Arkan put all his considerable strength into each blow, striking the
swollen nipples with the exposed wires.  Valkyrie felt as though the
skin was being flayed right off her breasts; it felt as if red hot
needles were being stuck into the soft flesh.  Her tender breast flesh
absorbed each blow with a faint slapping sound produced as the metal
struck her flesh; each blow was followed by Valkyrie's shrill scream.
Arkan flayed each breast alternately, marking first her right and then
her left breast with his makeshift scourge and leaving them covered in
a mass of tiny red stripes.  Valkyrie's breasts bobbed up and down
with the blows, slowly turning from a pale red to a bright red as the
now overlapping network of stripes spread to cover the entire breast.
The pain was incredible.  Valkyrie could not think for the pain; she
could only react instinctively by screaming out her pain and pleading
for it to stop. She knew she could not endure this.  

"STOP..AHEE....I'LL DO WHAT YOU WANT!...AGHAAAA!."

Arkan  continued as if she had never spoken.  

Valkyrie screamed ever louder and longer as he shifted his aim to
concentrate on her vulnerable nipples. The pain was horrible.  She
feared he would destroy her breasts; the thought of losing them
terrified her.  Valkyrie screamed again and again as her fear and pain
consumed her.

 Bobbie was stunned to see tears pouring down Valkyrie's face.  At the
sight of her idol's tears, Bobbie finally found her voice and a little
of her courage. She lunged at him, screaming.

"LEAVE HER ALONE!  LEAVE HER ALONE!....HURT ME , TAKE ME INSTEAD."

Arkan drove her back with a single careless swipe to her pert breasts;
then one of his bodyguards grabbed her.  Without missing a stroke, he
continued to torture Valkyrie's breasts with his metal scourge.  

"SCREAM BITCH.........LET...ME....HEAR....YOU.....SCREAM!"

He continued striking Valkyrie's bleeding nipples.  Again and again
the makeshift flail struck her soft flesh with a faint "thunk"
followed by Valkyrie's scream.  All thoughts of resistance were gone
from her mind now.  All she could think about was the agony filling
her mind. Without even knowing what she was saying, the proud woman
began to beg.

"AGHAAA!...AHHHHH!..AGHHHAAAA!...PLEASE...PLEASEE I BEG
YOU..PLEASE....LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK..ANYTHING..PLEASEEE!"

Arkan stopped and examined her sweat and blood covered, red stripped
breasts.  Then he took one last swing with his scourge, striking
Valkyrie on her exposed clit with all his strength.  Valkyrie screamed
again, a horse yell ending with a deep sob.  Arkan was, for now,
satisfied with the ascendancy he had established over the American
flyer.  He had Bobbie forced to the floor beside Valkyrie's right leg.
Then he had her handcuffed with her arms around Valkyrie's muscular
leg, positioning her with her face at Valkyrie's bruised cunt. Arkan
went to the table where he had left his bottle and took a drink.
Then, still carrying the bottle, he positioned himself  in front of
Valkyrie.

"Lick her cunt, bitch.  LICK IT!"

Bobbie licked Valkyrie, trying to soothe the brutalized flesh of her
whipped cunt with her tongue. Arkan allowed her to work on Valkyrie's
cunt for long moments as he savored the sight of the two women.
Valkyrie was almost unconscious from the beating she had endured.  The
feeling of Bobbie's tongue on her cunt brought her back to reality.
She cringed at her friend's touch, trying to will herself to ignore
the perverted act Bobbie was performing on her.

"No Bobbie...don't ... don't...wrong.

Then Bobbie's soft mouth was gone, and she felt the pressure of the
bottle against her cunt.  Involuntarily, she tightened the muscles
there.  Arkan grunted and pushed harder, making the long neck of the
bottle sink inside Valkyrie's cunt as she moaned weakly. Arkan sank it
all the way to the base of the neck and then began to fuck her with
it, pushing the bottle in and out of her as he spun it from side to
side, laughing.  The penetration of her still dry cunt was painful to
Valkyrie as well as humiliating.

"Ask me to fuck you whore!"

  It was all she could do was to keep herself from losing control and
becoming hysterical. Valkyrie knew that she had been ready a moment
ago to do anything- no matter how humiliating or disgusting- to stop
Arkan's scourge.  She was not willing to anger him now and face the
wire whip again.  She had, Valkyrie thought, sunk to Bobbie's level of
abject submission.

"Please ....fuck ...me.", a resigned Valkyrie replied softly.

 At that moment Valkyrie wanted to die.  But she could not.  Instead
she waited passively for Arkan to take her.  After a moment of using
the bottle inside her as if it were a cock- of fucking her with the
hard glass neck of the bottle, Arkan withdrew the bottle and held it
up to the light.  To Valkyrie's disgust, he sniffed it and then
brought the bottle to his mouth and licked his tongue along the length
of the neck.

"Bah!, nothing...the bitch is dry!... She isn't much of a woman."

Arkan moved around Valkyrie.  Once behind her, Valkyrie heard him
muttering as he stroked her ass.  For all her sexual adventures,
Valkyrie had never let a man take her in the ass.  It was, she
thought, too degrading.  Now she knew that Arkan meant to sodomize
her, and that there was nothing she could do to stop him.  Valkyrie
tried to will herself to relax, to accept the inevitable.  Still, her
muscles tightened involuntarily as the bottle pressed into the
puckered star of her anus. Harder and harder he pressed until the
bottle penetrated her, painfully forcing its way inside her asshole.
Arkan pressed harder, pushing the bottle in and out of her stretched
sphincter in a parody of the rape to come.

" Yes.  Tight.  You are very tight.  Since your cunt is so cold, this
is how I am going to fuck you my big, strong, American Navy slut.
Like a man!  What do you say to that., American Whore?"

Valkyrie remained silent.  The pain was intense; the humiliation was
even greater.  She closed her eyes and briefly thought about trying to
use the noose around her neck to choke herself into unconsciousness,
or even death.  But she couldn't do it; Valkyrie's fear of death
overcame even her fear of sodomy.

 Arkan slowly withdrew the bottle from her ass.  Then he pulled Bobbie
around by her dark sweat slick hair until her face was against
Valkyrie's ass.  He presented her with the shit stained bottle neck.
"Clean this, you little slut.", he ordered, holding the bottle at her
lips.  Bobbie grimaced as she leaned forward and thrust out her pink
tongue.  She licked the glass neck, tasting Valkyrie's feces as the
brown stains disappeared under her tongue.  Arkan thrust the mouth of
the bottle into her mouth, forcing it down her throat until she gagged
at the invasion.  She gagged again as a large slug of the colorless,
potent liquor poured down her throat, throwing a wave of fire back up
her throat when it hit her stomach.  Arkan laughed as she choked on
the liquor and then took the neck of the bottle out of Bobbie's mouth
and put it in his own.  He swallowed a mouthful and then ordered her
to lick Valkyrie's asshole.  Her head reeling from the liquor, Bobbie
fitted her mouth to Valkyrie's still open asshole and thrust her
tongue into the hot, tight hole.  She pushed her tongue as deeply into
Valkyrie's ass chute as she could, taking a perverse pleasure in this
humiliating contact with her idolized superior officer.  She moved her
tongue around inside Valkyrie, causing the older woman to thrust her
hips forward to escape the invading tongue.

"No...Bobbie don't..this is not right......STOP IT, BOBBIE!"

 Bobbie ignored her, continuing to suck and eat Valkyrie's ass in a
masochist, intoxicated daze.  She felt that she had to open Valkyrie's
ass and lubricate it with her salvia.  Bobbie reasoned that she had to
do whatever she could to save Valkyrie from as much pain as possible,
ignoring the masochistic pleasure she was receiving from the
humiliating task, from the taste and scent of her friend's ass .  She
kept feeding her salvia into her friend's asshole with her tongue
until Arkan pulled her face away and thrust his cock into it. Bobbie
took his cock into her mouth and laved it with her tongue, repulsed by
its foul taste but determined to lubricate it for Valkyrie's sake.
She slavishly suck his cock, drooling her spit onto it despite her
humiliation at being forced to suck her rapist's cock again.  Valkyrie
could not avoid hearing the loud sucking sounds Bobbie made as she
serviced Arkan's cock. The thought of her friend and subordinate
degrading herself in this manner disgusted her.  Valkyrie wondered
bitterly how Bobbie could act like such a slut.  But she remained
silent.  Bobbie meanwhile was doing such a good job with her mouth
that Arkan had to pull her face away to avoid coming there in her
mouth. Now, his cock longer and harder than before, he was ready to
sodomize Valkyrie.

Arkan pressed his cock into Valkyrie's sphincter.  Despite Bobbie's
preparations, he found Valkyrie's asshole still resisting him,
allowing only the tip of his cock to enter her tight asshole.  He
grasp her hips and thrust into the tiny opening with all his strength.


"AHHH!.....NOOOO!", Valkyrie moaned.

Now his cock was a quarter of the way inside the moaning American
woman. He stopped for a moment to enjoy the heat and the tight grip of
her ass chute on his cock.  Arkan moved his hands from her hips up
Valkyrie's sweaty torso to her red, swollen breasts.  He weighted them
in his hand for a moment before taking one hand and pulling on the
nylon cords encircling her nipples. Regripping her hips with his other
hand, Arkan slowly forced his cock deeper inside the squirming
Valkyrie as he simultaneously tormented her nipples by tightening the
nooses around each nipples again. As he forced his cock into Valkyrie,
Bobbie crouched beside Valkyrie, her cuffed hands clinging to the
muscular leg.  Her face was only inches from Arkan's cock as it forced
its way into Valkyrie.  Bobbie stared at the man's cock as it expanded
Valkyrie's star-shaped anus into a wide circle. She was afraid that it
would tear Valkyrie in two.  Bobbie gripped her friend's muscular leg
and waited, unable to help Valkyrie as she was brutally sodomized.  A
feeling of guilt overwhelmed Bobbie.  I should be the one he is
torturing, she thought bitterly.

Arkan had the head of his cock inside Valkyrie now.  Inch by inch, he
pressed his cock forward, forcing his way into her hot, tight passage.
It felt to him as if a hand were squeezing his cock; he didn't know,
or care, if the moisture he felt inside her was Bobbie's salvia or
Valkyrie's blood.  He just forced himself into her even more, trying
to impale Valkyrie on his cock.  Not satisfied with the pain he was
inflicting on her as he slowly forced himself into her, Arkan began
making short, brutal thrusts with his hips, opening her ass by sheer
force.  As he forced himself into her, he pulled on the nylon line to
torture her breasts, tightening the noose around her swollen nipple as
the blood gorged tip throbbed with pain.  Arkan pressed himself
against her sweaty back and taunted her.

"Feel my cock inside you Bitch!... do you like it?...  No matter..You
will learn to like it. You are nothing but a whore now...A WHORE!"

Valkyrie's moans were reaching the level of screams from the twin
torments of the burning log being forced up her ass and the thin line
cutting into her sensitive nipple.  She  thought that she would be
driven insane by the pain!  She could feel him deep inside her now; it
felt to her as if he were shoving a burning stake up her ass.
Valkyrie no longer cared about hiding her fears; she wept unashamedly
, tears running down her pain contoured face as she begged Arkan to
end her suffering.  But he ignored her pleas and drove even deeper
into her asshole until she could feel his cockhairs pressing against
her ass.  He paused for a moment to enjoy the feel of her guts
encircling his cock.  Valkyrie felt for an instance the hope that she
could  begin to adjust to the terrible, painful pressure she was
feeling as he drove his cock ever deeper inside her body.  But then
she totally lost her precarious grip on sanity when Arkan suddenly
began to fuck her with jackhammer like strokes. A long terrible wail
came out of her as he brutally raped her ass.

"AGHHH!...AAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Harder and harder the man thrust into her , his cock a blur as it slid
in and out of her asshole.  Arkan was in a world of his own now.  All
he cared about was the feeling coming from his cock as it plowed into
Valkyrie.  That and the sound of her screaming.  The force of his
strokes was lifting her an inch each time his hips collided with her
butt.  Arkan could only endure the powerful friction generated as he
impaled her on his cock for a few short moments, but it seemed an
eternity to the screaming Valkyrie.  Finally, he came, filling her
abused ass with a flood of  hot seed; Valkyrie could feel it scalding
her insides as he withdrew his cock.  Now all she felt was an obscene
sense of emptiness as her distended asshole slowly began to close.
Valkyrie felt an immense sense of relief mixed with feelings of
intense humiliation- of being used.  At least, she believed, her
ordeal was over.

Arkan used Bobbie to clean his cock. He simply forced his cum and shit
covered cock into her mouth and ordered her to clean him.  Bobbie
obeyed, the mingled taste of his cum and Valkyrie's filth filling her
mouth and making her gag.  As she cleaned him with her tongue, Bobbie
shut her eyes and hugged her friend's leg for strength, desperate to
hang on just a few seconds longer until all this was over. Then the
cock was gone from her mouth.

Arkan walked away from the two women.  Bobbie crouched against
Valkyrie's leg, stroking the firm flesh gently and crying, "Oh Val,
I'm so sorry.  Please forgive me." Above her Valkyrie hung in her
ropes, panting as if she had just run a mile.  But for the rope around
her neck, her head would have dropped to her chest and she would have
lost herself in tears. As it was, Valkyrie was able to choke back most
of her tears, her silence broken only by the occasional low sob.  As
she struggled to control her emotions, her muscular body remained
erect, the cum slowy dripping out of her still half open asshole.

Since she was facing the door, Bobbie first realized that something
was wrong.  More men were entering the barn and closing around them,
stripping off their equipment and opening their pants as they
approached.  Arkan saw her frightened, puzzled look  and spoke.

"Yes Bobbie, more men for your friend to service!  She killed their
friend. She will be punished for that.  Her punishment; their
pleasure.  And you will help."

The men formed a loose line behind Valkyrie, who now understood what
was about to happen.  Her face bore a look of sheer terror at the
prospect of repeating the horrible anal rape again and again.  Her
agony deepened as a klieg light suddenly illuminated her.  Standing in
front of her was Arkan's cameraman, recording her gang rape. The
thought that others would see her being raped, that her family and the
other pilots in the squadron would see this, tore at her very soul.
The humiliation of that seemed worse to Valkyrie than the rape itself.

"NO...PLEASE...AT LEAST NOT THE CAMERA..I'LL DO WHAT YOU WANT..JUST
TURN IT OFF...PLEASEEEE!"

No one paid any attention to her cries.  As she finally broke down
totally at the prospect of more anal rapes and began sobbing
uncontrollably, the first man was already using Bobbie's reluctant
mouth to prepare himself.  He positioned his cock at Valkyrie's still
open asshole and pushed.  His cock sank all the way into the depths of
her ass with his first powerful stroke.  Aided by the cum still
coating its interior, his cock meet no resistance as it penetrated
her.  Valkyrie screamed as the burning fullness returned.  The camera
was able to capture this scream as well as all of the other agony
reflected in her face since the rope noose around her neck prevented
her from hiding her face.  All Valkyrie could do was scream in pain
and humiliation at this double rape; one by the man using her ass and
the other by the camera recording it.

Bobbie stared at the cock hammering Valkyrie's ass, her face inches
from it as it pounded in and out of her friend's horribly stretched
sphincter.  Bobbie thought that this was a hundred times worse than
the rape she had endured; she could not imagine what Valkyrie must be
feeling. She watched the first man spend himself inside Valkyrie and
withdraw, leaving a trail of his cum on her ass.  Then it was her time
again.  She was forced to lick the cum and shit off the rapist's cock
as he and his friends laughed at her.  The twin feelings of
humiliation and helplessness overwhelmed her.  Bobbie did not think
that she would ever be able to get the foul taste of cum and shit out
of her mouth.  It would be with her always to remind her of this
moment!

Another man replaced the first.  This man did not even bother to use
Bobbie's mouth; he just plunged into Valkyrie's ass with tremendous
force, as if he meant to stab her to death with his cock.  Brutally,
he raped the bound woman's ass, accompanied by his animal like grunts
and by her screams as he churned her intestines.  He fucked her ass as
brutally as he could, venting his anger about the death of  his friend
at her hands.  Valkyrie knew that he was going to kill her; that he
had torn her insides to shreds.  But he did not kill her.  He pulled
out before he had cum and spent himself on Bobbie's upturned face.  He
covered her face with his hot, sticky cum and then used her mouth to
clean himself. Then another man was inside Valkyrie, raping her now
wide open asshole with all his strength.  He would fuck her ass as
hard as he could for six or seven strokes; then he would jerk his cock
totally out of her and then brutally shove it back into her stretched
asshole causing Valkyrie to spasm in her bonds as he again impaled
her.  At one point, the man jerked it out of Valkyrie and thrust his
slimy cock in to Bobbie's waiting mouth, forcing her to taste the vile
mixture of his masculinity, his friends' cum and Valkyrie's asshole.
Then he returned his cock to Valkyrie's stretched sphincter.

As he sodomized her, the camera recorded Valkyrie's cruel impalement.
It saw and made a permanent record of the screams pouring out of her
mouth and the agony in her eyes. It lingered over the obscene dance
her bound body was doing in response to the brutal thrusts the men
were making into her asshole. The camera's lights made the sweat
covering her skin glisten as it watched the play of the muscles
underneath that skin. Her head was held almost motionless by the rope
around her neck.  The agony apparent in her face continually drew the
lens back there, to her face, to record the tears streaming down the
cheeks of this proud woman.  As the camera watched and recorded,  a
bound and helpless Valkyrie was brutally sodomized by man after man.

With each new attacker, her struggles grew weaker.  By now, her
asshole was numb; the friction of the cocks moving inside her made
tolerable for the sensitive lining of her intestines by the flood of
man cum coating her ass channel.  But neither the burning sensation
nor the painful feeling of fullness diminished as her attackers
continued to have their way with her unresisting body.  As the men
fought for the pleasure of using her now loose, literally fucked out
asshole, some impatient fellows positioned themselves in front of
Valkyrie and penetrated her dry cunt.  The men using her cunt had to
bend back to position themselves, hanging onto her strong arms as to
steady themselves as they raped her unprepared vagina, putting new and
pain pressure on her stretched and bound arms.  Now she was being
penetrated in both her asshole and her cunt, double fucked by the mob
of grinning rapists. She felt as if her insides were being torn to
pieces as two hard cocks dueled inside her, alternating strokes one
moment and then changing to thrust into her at the same instant,
stretching her passages cruelly as they banged against each other
through the thin membrane separating the two.  So it continued until
all of the men, fourteen by Bobbie's count, had used the now
unresisting woman's cunt and asshole. Valkyrie's asshole was leaking a
river of cum onto her upper legs, where it had formed a sheet of
whitish scum halfway to her knees. Her cunt was similarly marked by a
somewhat smaller river of the whitish cum running down the side of her
left leg.  At Arkan's direction, the last man held Bobbie's head and
forced her to lick the man cum off Valkyrie's legs, inch by
humiliating inch. Bobbie could not conceive of anything that could be
more humiliating than this. The taste of their cum, flavored by the
taste of Valkyrie's ass chute, filled her mouth and overwhelmed her
with its pungent essence. Unable to spit out the vile tasting cum,
Bobbie was forced to swallow it.  It coated her throat, hanging there
and gagging her until she could force herself to choke it down.  It
formed a pool in the pit of her stomach, heavy and foul.  Slowly she
licked Valkyrie's legs.  Then she pressed her lips against Valkyrie's
open cunt and began swallowing the man cream covering it, the taste
and smell of the men masking the sweetness of the other woman's cunt
and almost overwhelming her with its sheer maleness.  Slowly she
worked,  cleaning Valkyrie's privates until she came to the asshole
itself.  Staring at it from two inches away, Bobbie could see the cum
still pooling inside the distended asshole.  The pressure on the back
of her head forced her face into the gapping hole.  As she thrust her
tongue out, Bobbie thought, forgive me, Val.
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