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        FEMALE POW 2  NIGHTMARE IN BOSNIA   Part 5
                    by conwic@aol.com


The unforeseen fruits of Arkan's idea appeared a week later during a
meeting at the White House between the President and the American
ambassador to Italy.

"Ah am confused, Mr. Ambassador!  Tell me again how you came by this
tape."

"Well Mr. President, as you no doubt know I am - I have to be of
course as ambassador- friendly with many of the government ministers.
Occasionally, I attend very private parties given by some of the
ministers, purely to discuss matters of interest to our government, of
course. Well, you are no doubt aware of the ...proclivities of some
member of the government from the rather unfortunate scandals which
have plagued this Administration. I mean, the Italian Government, of
course.  I saw the film at one of these parties.  I thought I
recognized the woman in it as one of the Navy flyers who was shot down
in Bosnia, Lieutenant Volksrye. Not knowing what else to do, I told
the minister- I trust his name will not come into this- that I wanted
a copy of the movie for myself.  He was kind enough to put me in
contact with someone who put me in contact with someone else.   To be
brief, I bought the tape from a man I have reason to believe was a
member of the Mafia.

"Mafia?  How'd they come into this?"

Well, Mr. President, I understand from the DEA liaison agent at my
embassy that there is a close connection between the Mafia and some
elements of the Serb militias run by a warlord- and war criminal-
called Arkan.   Trading guns and money for looted valuables, buying
protection for drugs moving through the area to Europe, films like
this one , and even the sale of women captured by this Arkan's men ,
so I 've been told.  The DEA has a file on him; the CIA must have one
too.  And, of course, there have always been connections between the
Government of Italy and the Mafia.  The exchange of favors."

"Ah see.  Well Mr. Ambassador, you have done your country a great
service. Ah don't want you to tell anyone about this though.   We
don't want any false hopes raised, do we? Leave the tape with me; Ah
need to um.... study it.  Ah won't forget this.  The ambassadorship is
yours for as long as you want it; don't worry about that State IG
report. After this, who will give a damn about petty cash.." 

"Thank you, Mr. President.  You know you can count on me."

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"Who would believe it.  We spend millions for the CIA, and who gets
the information we need?  A guy watching dirty movies."

" Yes, it is a wonderful piece of luck which couldn't have come at a
better time.  You'll need to clean up the source before you give it to
the Pentagon though.  They leak like sieves over there."

"Yes, Mr. President.  I'll come up with something.  I'll get it over
to the Pentagon immediately.  With any luck they can launch a rescue
within 24 hours using the Delta Force team on stand bye in Hungary."

" Yes, with any luck.  Ah..um.. don't want you to give that to the
Pentagon just yet.  Check and see what lead time they need for a
rescue.  Tell them about Arkan, but tell them its not confirmed.  Get
them the CIA file on this Arkan. And keep it close hold."

"But  why wait?  Shouldn't we act now on this now, Mr. President?"

"Well, Ah don't think a few days will make any difference.  They've
been there three weeks already.   An opportunity like this doesn't
come often. And the benefits don't last long.  We need to make the
best use of it.  My sources tell me that the Special Prosecutor is
going to announce an indictment in three or four days. If he is, Ah
want to have something which will knock him right off the front page
and keep the wolves in Congress quiet by taking my approval rating up.
In politics as in love, timing is everything!"

"***********************************************************************
Arkan found the offer almost too good to be true; but there it was in
front of him. After seeing a copy of one of the video tapes of
Valkyrie and Bobbie which he had sold to the Mafia, an anonymous buyer
was offering two million Deutschmarks for the two American women.
This was an offer he truly couldn't bring himself to refuse even
though he knew that he would be much safer with the two Americans dead
and at the bottom of a mine shaft.  The fact that the buyer's identity
was unknown to him especially worried him.  However, the middleman was
trustworthy, and he had assured Arkan that his identity would be
protected. And after all, he told himself,  if you cannot trust the
Mafia, who can you trust.  Well, he decide, if the American whores are
leaving us in two days time, that calls for a celebration- a going
away party!

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The next afternoon, Arkan had Valkyrie brought to his office.  There
Val found an ominous tableau, a gagged Bobbie tied in a standing
spread eagle and flanked on one side by a smiling Arkan and on the
other by the grim figure of his bodyguard, Alexander.  Her handlers
threw Val to her knees in front of Bobbie.  Val looked up into the
terrified eyes of her friend and lover and felt an icy fear growing in
the pit of her stomach.

  Because his plan called for Val to do more than passively submit to
superior force- for her to in fact actively participate in her own
degradation, Arkan felt some trepidation about her submissiveness even
after having apparently broken her spirit with repeated rapes and
humiliations for almost three weeks.  There was to his discerning eye
still a hidden spark of rebellion in Valkyrie which he was determined
to stamp out.  Recognizing her new closeness to Bobbie, he had decided
to use that affection as added leverage against Val to ensure her
obedience.  Arkan had no intentions of being embarrassed before his
own men, such an indication of weakness could have fatal effects on a
Serb leader.  He had therefore arranged a demonstration for Val to
impress upon her just how far he was willing to go to have her
obedience.  As her horrified pilot watched, Arkan again tied his
trademark nylon lines around each of Bobbie's nipples, forcing them
into the familiar hour glass shape.  Then, as he pulled on the lines
to stretch her tortured nipples, Alexander carefully used the tip of
his razor sharp knife to trace entirely around each nipple, drawing a
circle of blood at the base of the nipple but not cutting deeply
enough to do permanent harm to the terrified female officer's breasts.
As Alexander made the shallow cuts,  Arkan casually told Val about his
plans for tonight and her role in them, stressing that this was only a
demonstration - a dress rehearsal- for what would happen to Bobbie if
Val did not perform as desired.  If Val failed to satisfy him, Arkan
purred ominously, then next time the cuts would be much deeper, so
deep that they would sever Bobbie's nipples from her breasts.  To
bring home his threat, a smiling Arkan knelt down by Val's side, to
whisper into her ear:

" If you disobey me, if you embarrass me in front of my men, then I
will not stop with her breasts.  I will let Alexander have her.  After
he has cut off your friend's pretty red nipples , then he will cut off
an ear, and then perhaps a nose.  Then perhaps something intimate.
When he finishes there will be nothing left of your pretty friend but
a trunk- a disfigured, but living trunk.  All because you did not obey
me!"

Then a grinning Arkan offered to demonstrate Alexander's skill with
his knife for real on the frightened, sobbing Bobbie- if that is what
Val needed to see.  It was in truth a bluff on Arkan's part.  Having
sold the two women, he could not now mutilate Bobbie.  But the two
American women had no way of knowing about the sale.  They believed
him capable of anything!  After a quick glance at the trembling
Bobbie, a shocked Valkyrie shook her head.  She forced out a shaky, "
Don't hurt her.  I'll do whatever you tell me to do.".

 Once he had looked into her eyes and was convinced that Valkyrie
would play the role he had scripted for her, Arkan laid out for her
the wardrobe which he had carefully collected for her use.  He
gleefully watched as Valkyrie reluctantly put it on and - prompted by
Alexander's blade resting against the bound and trembling
Bobbie-modeled the disgustingly whorish clothes for Arkan's approval.
Repeatedly, he had her walk up and down in front of his chair, turn,
and pose for him as he admired her half nude, sluttishly attired body.
Then the humiliated Valkyrie stood before a mirror and applied her
make-up as Arkan watched intently, repeatedly ordering her to apply
heavier coats of the cheap cosmetics until he, Arkan,, was finally
satisfied with her new appearance.  Through it all, Arkan did not so
much as touch her.  For now, he was content with the pleasures of
raping her with his words alone, of mind fucking her.

***********************************************************************
Arkan smiled at the dozen men around him, the most loyal officers of
his Tigers, his cameraman, and, of course Alexander, his trustworthy
personal bodyguard.  He was holding the departure celebration for his
American "guests" in what had been the hotel's poolroom, now shabbily
bare but for one billiards table and a bar bearing the inevitable
bottles of the local brandy and food.  Over the billiards table hung
the obligatory Serb Nationalist banner "SLOBODA ili SMRT"- Freedom or
Death.  Lying on the ragged billiards table was Bobbie, nude, resting
on her arms which had been tied behind her back.  Her legs hung over
the edge of the table.  Her mop of dark hair hung off one long side of
the table while her cunt  rested uncomfortably on the edge of the
opposite side, obscenely open since her knees had been spread and tied
with ropes running through two of the table's pockets.  A single man
stood beside her head, caressing her hair, while another stood between
her legs toying with the protruding inner lips of her cunt. The rest
of the men were clustered around the bar fortifying themselves for the
evening.

A collective "AH" went up spontaneously from the men as Alexander
shepherded Valkyrie into the room.  He was leading Valkyrie into the
room by two thin strands of nylon fishing line which ran from his hand
to each of Valkyrie's red swollen nipples.  One end of the line had
been wrapped tightly around each the middle of each nipple until the
nipple bulged obscenely into an hourglass shape, trapping the blood in
the tip of the nipple.  This time Valkyrie's hands were free.  In them
she held a silver tray containing a bottle of expensive imported
Scotch and a single glass.  She was, as ordered, bringing Arkan his
drink, a simple act which Arkan had endowed with humiliating
overtones. The captive pilot had no choice but to follow the hulking
bodyguard into the leering mob of men between her and Arkan; if she
balked, Alexander would rip her nipples from her breasts.  He had made
that perfectly clear with a brutal jerk on Valkyrie's sensitive
nipples just before they entered the room.  The humiliation and
loathing Valkyrie felt at being forced to become her rapist's servant
were plainly evident on her face as she walked reluctantly into the
leering mob of Arkan's men.  Bobbie stared at the ceiling, unwilling
to watch her mentor -and lover- being humiliated.  Bobbie's pretty
face was a bright beet red with embarrassment for Valkyrie, for unlike
Bobbie's understated, almost elegant nudity, Val was dressed like a
common street whore.  Using as a guide the still photo of Val taken
during a party at the Tailhook convention years earlier which he had
recorded off of CNN, Arkan had apparently searched the cast off
clothes of half the prostitutes in Belgrade until he found a suitable
parody of her Tailhook party clothes.  Valkyrie had on a pair of high
heeled black "fuck-me" pumps which were painfully small for her feet,
black fishnet pantyhose where the crotch had been crudely cut out to
expose her pubic area, and an open man's black blazer.  But rather
than covering her breasts, the too small blazer exposed, even framed,
them.  Heavy black mascara accented her big blue eyes, a thick layer
of bright red lipstick coated her full lips, and an equally thick
layer of rouge covered her strong cheek bones, all applied by the
unwilling Valkyrie herself.  Valkyrie looked - and felt- like a cheap
Belgrade street whore.

Following the instructions given him by Arkan, the bodyguard paraded
Val through the gauntlet of leering, grabbing men.  As Arkan watched
in satisfaction the men's hands roamed over the helpless American
pilot's body, squeezing her exposed breasts, grabbing those firm ass
cheeks, and even thrusting fingers between her cunt lips.  She made no
attempt to stop the groping hands.  All Val could do was to blinked
away the tears and kept repeating again and again her new mantra, " I
have to obey; I cannot defy him!".  The reluctant Valkyrie moved
through the sea of groping hands at a brisk pace in response to
Alexander's frequent and vicious tugs on her nipples.  As the
heartbroken Bobbie watched her friend's humiliation, Val walked
through the men.  She could sense the men's desire rise with each step
she took as she was pulled closer and closer to the waiting Arkan by
the lines tied to her nipples.  Valkyrie could literally feel the
men's lust wash over her; it was as real to her as the overpowering
smell of tobacco and unwashed bodies which filled the room.
Concentrating on keeping the tray and its precious cargo steady,
Valkyrie silently endured the hands molesting her half naked body,
deadly afraid of what Arkan would do if she dropped that bottle.  So
Valkyrie fought the urge to shy from the men's hands, walking slowly
and steadily through the groping hands to Arkan, every step of her
painful progress being recorded by the grinning cameraman, Dimrtri..

The woman finally came through the crowd to the billiards table under
the banner where Arkan was waiting, a dog whip in his left hand.
Silently, Valkyrie stood in front of him with her eyes downcast as he
took the bottle and poured himself a drink while his men cheered his
grand gesture.  At his command Valkyrie submissively went to her knees
in front of him, her eyes fixed on his muddy boots, too ashamed to
look about her.  Arkan smiled down at her bowed head and, placing one
hand on her head like a conquer claiming his captive, raised his glass
in a toast to " SLOBODA ili SMRT" to the cheers of his men.  Arkan
then moved to complete his domination of the proud female flyer,
ordering her to  "Service me like the whore that you are."  The
frightened Valkyrie stole a glance over at Bobbie.  Seeing Alexander
standing by her knife in hand, Val choked down her humiliation and
surrendered her will to Arkan, too afraid for them both to make any
attempt to salvage her rapidly vanishing self respect by even a token
resistance.  Putting down the tray, she steadied herself with one hand
held against his uniformed leg.  She unzipped his fly with her other
hand and fished around inside for his already erect penis.  Extracting
it, Valkyrie gripped the thick rod lightly at the base with one hand
while using her other hand to carefully massage the man's ballsack.
She took the head of his cock into her mouth, blowing on it with her
warm breath and then swirling her tongue around and over the sensitive
head.  Above her on her back on the table, Bobbie could not see what
Val was doing since her view was blocked by Arkan's body, but the
shouts and jeers of the watching men told her all she needed to know.
Val was prostituting herself for her.  The thought of her friend's
sacrifice both thrilled Bobbie and cut her like a dagger through her
heart.  Crouching on her knees,  the trembling blonde pilot was
overwhelmed by feelings of intense humiliation.  She tried to
concentrate on pleasing the man towering above her, desperate to get
this degrading ordeal over with, her head empty of all thoughts of
resistance.  As the watching crowd mocked her, Val felt increasingly
like the whore she was dressed to be as she slavishly serviced Arkan's
erect cock.  She did not believe that it was possible for her to feel
any more degraded, to sink any lower than she had at this moment.  Val
was shamelessly applying all the sexual tricks she knew to please
Arkan; becoming -as she used her tongue and lips to coax the man to
his climax- the willing whore that Arkan had vowed to make of her.
But no matter how hard she tried to put the humiliation of her
situation- the degradation of submitting to her hated captor- out of
her head, she could not do it.  The reality of her situation was
literally staring her in the face in the form of Arkan's angry red
cock.  Desperately, Val tried to will her mind to stop struggling and
embrace her degradation, painful though it was to acknowledge her own
weakness and to accept the feeling of having no control over her own
body.  Mixed in with the wet sucking sounds coming out of her lips as
they moved up and down his cock were new sounds now, the sounds of
Valkyrie's quiet sobs as she began to accept her submission.  

Fortunately for Valkyrie, Arkan could not long resist her skilled
ministrations.  Nor could he long resist the ego enhancing cheers of
his officers as he demonstrated his mastery of the strong American
woman.  They too savored Valkyrie's surrender.  While many had made
use of her body in the rooms upstairs, no one had been able to master
her- until now.  With both his ego and his cock being stroked
simultaneously, Arkan rapidly approached his climax.  He held one hand
to her hair, anchoring her face in place as he administered one more
insult to the tortured Valkyrie,  spraying her mascaraed and rouged
face with his spurting cock, covering both cheeks with his sperm.
Then, pulling Valkyrie back to her feet by the lines attached to her
breasts, he ordered:

"Now dance for us Valkyrie!  Just like on your MTV, eh....... DANCE
WHORE!"

For a second, the shocked Valkyrie simply stared at the man in
amazement.  The loud, tinny sound of current Europop, rock songs with
English lyrics, coming from a cassette player snapped her back to
reality.  She began to move her body mechanically searching for the
music as she scanned the circle of grinning, leering men surrounding
her in a half circle, forcing her back towards the billiards table
holding Bobbie, Valkyrie began to dance, moving her body seductively
if unwillingly as she stared about her in fear, beyond any hope of
escape.  She tried to remember the strippers she had seen perform at
her squadron's suite at the Tailhook convention so long ago and to
imitate their tawdry movements -even to the mechanical smile on her
face as she displayed herself to the cheering men.  Valkyrie's face
was a bright red under its coating of sperm, her embarrassment tearing
at her as she was forced to brazenly displayed her almost nude body to
these men she despised.  She could feel Arkan's cum drying on her
face, marking her as a slut in the eyes of the men surrounding her and
perhaps even in Bobbie's eyes.  It certainly made her feel like a slut
- a whore!  She hated the feeling but could not deny it!  She wanted
to stop; wanted to stop more than she had ever wanted anything in her
life.  She hated what Arkan were doing to her, what he was making her
into.  But the implied threat of the silent, glaring Alexander
standing knife in hand by Bobbie's head kept her going.  Valkyrie
danced; her naked breasts, the nylon line still biting deeply into the
swollen flesh of her red, elongated nipples, swayed seductively with
each graceful movement of her hips.  Her body shined under the bright
klieg lights which Arkan's cameraman had trained on her almost nude
body, highlighting her muscles as they moved gracefully under her
sweaty skin.  Each cat like movement displayed her near nude body to
the men's hungry eyes-  her blonde pubs, the red lips protruding
beneath them,the play of muscles under her shiny skin, and her
bobbing, tortured breasts.  The men pressed closer , pushing her back
toward the table from which an appalled Bobbie watched as her idolized
pilot displayed herself like some cheap stripper.  Arkan's voice cut
through the din,

"Turn around, whore!  Let's see your big ass!"

Relieved, Valkyrie complied, grateful to no longer have to look into
the eyes of the pack of human wolves closing in around her.  Then she
saw Bobbie's face.  The disgust she saw there cut her to the quick.
Reluctantly she danced on, letting the men watch her bare ass as it
moved below the short black coat, unaware that she seemed to the
excited men to be teasing them - inviting their attack- with the way
the tiny star of her sphincter appeared and disappeared as she moved.
Desperately Val threw herself into the music, moving her body to the
hypnotic rock beat of the music, willing her sweaty, muscular body to
send the crudest, most primitive sexual signals to the men around her,
to brazenly offer herself up to these men to please Arkan- and save
Bobbie.  Val danced through the first, the second, and into a third
song- danced through a fog of the Spice Girls' hypnotic lyrics - "What
I want..what I really , really want"- into a brassier woman's voice
appropriately singing about "waiting for a hero".   Even the music
mocked her!   The leering Serbs crowded around her in an ever
shrinking circle, forcing her progressively closer to the table until
her naked sex was inches from Bobbie's own exposed vagina.  She felt
desperate, trapped.

  Standing by the billiards table on Bobbie's left side, Arkan was
pleased to see the tears of shame in the eyes of the larger American
woman.  Glancing at the reclining figure of the brunette American, he
saw similar tears of sympathy in Bobbie's eyes at her friend's
humiliation.  He found their tears to be very ... arousing!  On and on
Val danced, letting the music carry her along.  Her muscular body was
almost totally exposed despite the scanty cover of her coat, gleaming
as the bright lights from the camera reflected off the sweat covering
her body.  Her humiliation was equally exposed, the agony apparent
underneath the fixed smile on her face.  Valkyrie's fear was evident
as well in her body's reaction, the sweat bathing her body and her
panic induced hyperventilation which perversely was making her heavy
breasts move so enticingly, drawing the men ever closer around her.
As she instinctively retreated toward Bobbie, Val shivered in fearful
anticipation.

"Show us how you American Navy women make love to each other!", Arkan
ordered.
" My brave Navy pilot, show us how you Americans don't need men to
satisfy yourselves.  LICK HER WHORE OR I'LL WHIP THE SKIN OFF HER
BREASTS AND YOUR'S TOO!  THEN I'LL FEED YOU HER NIPPLES!"

When Valkyrie hesitated, reluctant to degrade their love by displaying
it for the amusement of this mob, Arkan gave weight to his words by
using the small dog whip, a short, springy length of leather.  As Val
watched in terror, he brought it down hard on Bobbie's left breast,
marking the soft white skin with an angry red streak..  Bobbie
responded with a howl of surprise and pain .  Arkan raised his whip
hand for another blow, but before he could land that second blow on
Bobbie's femininity, the horrified Valkyrie screamed out a piteous
"NO..PLEASE!" and sank to her knees in front of Bobbie.  Determined to
spare her friend and lover more pain and recognizing the futility of
resistance, Val thrust her face into Bobbie's strong smelling cunt-
the same cunt which she had been so reluctant to lick three days ago-
and stabbed her tongue into the soft folds of reddish cunt flesh.  She
bent her head, pressing her lips harder against Bobbie's cunt,
breathing in Bobbie's fragrance as she found and tongue lashed the
brunette's sensitive clitoris.  Val rested her hands on Bobbie's legs,
her thumbs pressing against the bound woman's cunt lips, spreading
them so that Valkyrie's tongue could reach deep into her friend's
vagina.  She thrust her tongue inside Bobbie, licking the soft flesh
as the smaller woman wiggled in response.  Arkan alternated between
entertaining his officers with comments on what sluts these Westerners
were and spurring Valkyrie on with frequent strokes with the dog whip
to her firm ass cheeks.  Valkyrie alternated between thrusting her
tongue deep into Bobbie's cunt and tracing the delicate inner labia
with her tongue.  Her hands held Bobbie's cunt open as Val feasted
upon it, one thumb concentrating its attention on the sensitive nub of
Bobbie's clit.  Again and again Valkyrie thrust her tongue into the
woman's wet, fragrant hole until Bobbie was groaning and humping the
dirty, green fabric of the billiards table underneath her hips.  Val
tried to lose herself in Bobbie's cunt, to shut out the leering men
around her as she willingly made love to her friend.  Driven to a
frenzy by this display but prevented by Arkan from simply swarming all
over Valkyrie and Bobbie, the men watched restlessly as the muscular
blonde flyer licked and sucked Bobbie to a shattering climax.  Only
then as Bobbie reached her climax- screamed and bucked wildly under
Val's tongue lashing- did Arkan let his men have their way with the
two women, signaling the start of the gang rape by pulling Val's face
from Bobbie's cunt and displaying it to his men- her chin wet with
Bobbie's secretions and her mascara running down her cheeks to mix
with Arkan's cum.

With a collective growl, the men swarmed over the terrified Valkyrie.
With a familiarity born of frequent practice, the men quickly
positioned Valkyrie to be ravaged, lifting the unresisting woman to
her feet and bending her over the green felt of the table beside her
friend's bound form, so that Val was supporting her upper body on her
elbows and angled with her face resting inches from Bobbie's.  She was
so close that Bobbie could smell her own secretions on Valkyrie's face
as she locked eyes with her pilot.  In an instant, Val's legs were
spread, and a man stood between them, his erect cock probing her well
exercised cunt.  He easily forced himself inside her as Valkyrie
fought against her urge to resist him.  Instead of fighting, she
relaxed her cunt muscles, accepting the man raping her.  A hand on the
back of her head pressed her face to Bobbie's; Valkyrie opened her
lips and pressed them against her lover's soft lips.  The two kissed
deeply as the man buried himself in the muscular blonde flyer's cunt,
savoring the still tight, warm grip of the woman's cunt upon his cock.
A second man stood beside the first and forced his way into Bobbie's
cunt, stretching the younger woman painfully.  He forced himself
inside her, bringing a moan of pain from Bobbie's lips, breaking the
kiss.  Valkyrie braced herself against the powerful thrusts of the man
inside her and nuzzled Bobbie, licking Bobbie's face and allowing the
younger woman to lick her's, to taste her own secretions on Val's face
polluted though it was with Arkan's cum.  Both were buffeted back and
forth by the men raping them. The first man inside Valkyrie did not
last long; he was rapidly replaced by another man in her now cum slick
cunt.  The man inside Bobbie fucked a while longer before he filled
her womb with his hot sperm, savoring his dominance over the athletic
young American.  As one man used her cunt, Val felt the soft warmth of
another man's cock pressed against her cheek.  Looking up, she saw
Arkan looming above her head, standing there between her and Bobbie on
the opposite side of the table from the men fucking them.  Capturing
her short blonde hair in his large hand, Arkan brought her lips to his
half erect cock.  Pulled awkwardly far across the table by Arkan's
hand, Valkyrie instinctively obeyed his unspoken command, stretching
herself out on the table and wrapping one arm around his trousered ass
to steady herself.  She rested her other arm around Bobbie's chest,
hugging her close as she opened her mouth to accept Arkan's semi-erect
cock.  Instinctively, Bobbie moved toward Val's reassuring physical
presence.  Obeying the same unspoken command, she submissively opened
her mouth and began to use her tongue on her Arkan's cock as Valkyrie
did the same from the other side.  Arkan smiled down at the two female
aviators as they acknowledged his dominance by worshipping his cock.
As Val worked on his cock's head, running her tongue around the
sensitive glens, Bobbie worked with her to bring Arkan to erection and
climax, stretching her head upward to ran her tongue along the
sensitive ridge on the underside of his cock, flicking her tongue back
and forth to leave the skin of his cock wet with her salvia as far
back as the man's hanging ball sack.  The man in Valkyrie's cunt was
pumping into her as hard as he could , jarring her with the impact of
his hips on her buttocks while Arkan forced his growing cock deeper
into her mouth, pressing his hips into her lips while holding her face
against his hips with the hand entangled in her sweat soaked hair.
The cock in her mouth was swelling, choking her by blocking her airway
as it was pushed its way down her throat to batter against her
tonsils.  Beside her, Bobbie stared in horror at the rape of her
friend's mouth.  All she could see was the now fully erect cock being
fed into Val's clenching red lips.  Bobbie tried to help her friend,
using her tongue on the underside of the small portion of Arkan's cock
not already buried inside Val's mouth.  Valkyrie struggled to breath
between his thrusts as the man used her mouth as if it were her cunt.
His powerful strokes repeatedly rammed the head of his cock deep into
her throat, forcing it to stretch painfully to accommodate him.  He
was forcing himself so far down her throat that the base of his penis
was ramming against her full lips, bruising them with the force of his
powerful thrusts and rubbing the thick coat of lipstick off of her
lips and onto the base of his cock.  The man using her vagina was no
less brutal; he plowed forcefully into her, concerned only with
satisfying himself by generating the maximum amount of friction inside
her cunt, stretched as it was by the previous rapes and lacking even
the lubrication provided her mouth by the lipstick.  Lacking the will
to fight the men swarming over her, Valkyrie could only lay there
grasping one attacker's buttocks for support while with her other hand
helplessly clenching Bobbie's naked side, her screams muffled by the
cock in her mouth until they were no more than a low moan.  She
struggled to make her body go limp,  abandoning all hopes of
resistance and submitting totally to her rapists in a desperate hope
of surviving this assault.  Valkyrie put behind her all that she had
been before her capture and accepted that she was now what Arkan had
made of her- a whore!

Beside her, Bobbie feared that her cunt was going to be split open by
the sheer size of the new man raping her sweaty, yielding body.  She
feared he was going to destroy her insides with his huge cock, which
he was plunging into her like a madman.  Never had she felt so full!
Then, just when she thought that she had reached the absolute depths
of her pain and degradation, Arkan pulled his cock out of Valkyrie's
raped mouth and thrust his hard, red cock into Bobbie's mouth.  Taking
advantage of Bobbie's upside down position, he thrust deep into her
throat, choking her and making her throat feel as if it were on fire.
His cock forced its way deep into her gullet, filling her small mouth
with its bitter taste and heat of his excitement, and blocking her
airway, keeping her from sucking in the oxygen she craved.  Then after
the eternity of that moment, his cock was gone, allowing her to breath
again; now Valkyrie was the one gagging on Arkan's cock instead.
Brutally buffeting her body between them,  the second man came inside
Valkyrie and abruptly pulled out, only to be instantly replaced by
another man.  Lubricated by the cum filling her cunt, her new attacker
slipped easily inside Val's passive, muscular body.  While Arkan
seemed as if he could last forever by virtue of his earlier climax,
none of the men fucking the two women's cunts lasted for more than a
few short moments.  All too soon, their pleasure was over and a new
man replaced them.  For the women though, time seemed to stand still
as they lay passively on the table allowing their bodies to move with
the men's thrusts, accommodating their rapists' cocks.  Arkan and the
man in Val's cunt settled into a rhythm by which both thrust into her
at once, trapping her between their hard rutting, male cocks, making
her feel as if the two cocks were meeting somewhere in her chest with
every thrust.  Harder and harder they used her unresisting body-
bruising her lips, bloodying her nose, and pounding into her sore cunt
like a pair of jackhammers until neither man could tolerate another
moment of her warm, wet holes without exploding.  Then they came,
covering her face and sex with a river of their cum.  The cum covered
Val's lips and chin, falling in great white gobs onto Bobbie's
upturned face.

Before he left her, Arkan bent below Valkyrie and took hold of the
twin lines tied to her nipples.  With a quick movement he ran one line
between Bobbie's torso and her bound arm and tied it to its
counterpart, leaving Valkyrie attached to her friend by the lines
around her pain stricken nipples.  For a moment the two stared into
each other's eyes, ignoring the fresh cum dripping off of Valkyrie's
face onto Bobbie's as they silently comforted each other.  .As Arkan
withdrew, two men replaced him, breaking the two women's reverie.  Now
there was one man using Valkyrie's mouth, and another one using
Bobbie's.  On the other side of the table, her newest rapist had
switched to Val's asshole, finding sodomy preferable to the cum
dripping, elasticity of her well fucked vagina.  Bobbie's rapist
stayed with her cunt,  savoring its warm tightness even as a stream of
white cum flowed out of her to drip onto the floor below.  As they lay
there side by side the two female flyers were buffeted and tormented
by the cocks of their rapists.  Each was penetrated at both ends by
two rutting cocks, leaving them feeling stuffed full of cock.  For
Val, the torment was increased by the pain from her nipples as the
lines tying them to Bobbie were alternately stretched and loosened as
her body was battered back and forth by the cocks pounding into her
mouth and gapping asshole.  Man after man used the two captive women
and then withdrew satisfied, leaving behind in and on the two women a
sea of hot, sticky cum.  The white slime coated Val's and Bobbie's
faces as well as their sexes, covering their chins , lips, cheeks ,
and even their hair with layers of thick, sticky goo.   

Bobbie stared up into Val's haggard, cum covered face.  She cringed
inwardly at the sight of the muscular female pilot being used as a
cumbucket for the drunken Serbs, her mouth open, cum dripping out of
it as a cock moved in and out between her lips and deep into her
throat again and again.  The grunting, animal like noises coming out
of Val's cock filled mouth torn at her heart; for even now after all
they had endured since their capture, Bobbie still thought of Val as
being strong and in charge.  It hurt her deeply to see Val allowing
herself to become their slut, letting herself be taken by these men
without resisting, looking like this, like a whore, a cumbucket.  Like
her!  But she could not turn her eyes away.   The sight of Val being
raped fascinated her as much as it repelled her.  The sight of Val's
body, of her beasts moving with the thrusts of her attackers, aroused
her even now.  As she concentrated on Val's raped body, Bobbie could
ignore her own degradation, letting her body react mechanically,
mindlessly to the cocks invading her sex and mouth.

Valkyrie could not look Bobbie in the eye.  The cum smeared face of
her friend was a mirror of her own humiliation, her own submission.
She was suppose to be the strong one; she was suppose to be the one
who could handle anything..  But she couldn't handle this!  Without
even the excuse of having her arms bound as Bobbie's were, Val saw
herself  passively accepting the rape of her body- and her soul.  She
was letting a man fuck her in the ass without fighting back.  Letting
a man she despised cover her face with his cum without resisting.
What, her tortured mind demanded, had she become?  The answer was
obvious.  She had become a whore!  A whore like Bobbie!  She looked
over at her friend, taking in the way Bobbie's smooth, sweat shiny,
cum covered body was being mauled by the men attacking her with their
cocks.  Through the arm she had draped protectively over Bobbie's
torso, she could feel the men's thrusts slamming into Bobbie's body,
feel Bobbie's body moving under the hammer blows of their cocks.  They
felt just like the blows battering her own body, the cock pounding
into her asshole and the cock emptying itself into her throat.  Val
had the sensation of drowning in the men's cum as yet another cock
erupted down her open throat.  Gagging on the thick sperm, she
painfully choked down another mouth full of the bitter tasting cum.
It felt to her as if she had a gallon of the men spendings in her
stomach, filling her with its obscene warmth.

Arkan stood a few feet from them, sipping his drink and recovering as
he watched his men use Valkyrie and Bobbie.  He allowed the gang rape
to continue for over an hour as he watched, savoring each detail of
the brutalities inflicted upon the two female flyers.  He enjoyed the
way the women's pain ridden faces were covered in his men's white,
sticky cum.  He was delighted to see the white streams of his men's
cum running down their faces, sticking their eyelids shut, and running
over foreheads to saturate their hair.  The little one was especially
attractive now, he thought, as he stared in fascination at the thick
ropes of the men's cum running through Bobbie's hair, streaking the
dark hair with white.  He smiled again as he thought of the cum which
had shot down the women's throats or been choked down as they fought
for breath, coating their throats and pooling in their stomachs. Then
there was the cum being deposited in their wombs, little Serbs for the
future perhaps.  He turned his attention to Valkyrie whose muscular,
feminine body was submissively moving in time with the men's cocks,
soft moans pouring from her mouth as she crouched there drowning in
the men's sticky, white cum.  Still, she did not fight.  He had
crushed her spirit, raped her mind as well as her strong body.  He was
not surprised that Bobbie put up no resistance, but for the big blonde
to submit so passively to a brutal gang rape was a clear sign that she
was finally broken, his body and soul.  Even as he enjoyed the visible
proof of his victory, Arkan resolved on a further test of Valkyrie's
submissiveness.

At Arkan's command, a cock beaten and cum covered Valkyrie was pulled
off the billiards table which had been the altar upon which Arkan had
sacrificed her pride and put to work cleaning the cum soaked cunt of
her companion.  Even as she used her tongue to clean the men's cum off
Bobbie, one of Arkan's men was still in her ass, sodomizing her.
Slowly, Val cleaned her friend's face and cunt of the white scum,
gripping Bobbie's nude body for support against the thrusts of the man
using her ass.   When Bobbie's crotch was clean and shiny with Val's
salvia, the men lined up to take her again.  Valkyrie was brought to
stand in front of a grinning Arkan.   He allowed himself to savor the
moment as he stared at her raped and abused body, cataloguing the
marks he and his men had left on the strong American flyer.  Walking
around her as Valkyrie stood swaying in her high heels,  Arkan took in
the round open hole of her asshole with thick streams of cum running
out of it onto her muscular legs and over the fishnet stockings
covering them, mixing with the stream of cum running out of the angry
red of the woman's cunt slit to form a river of cum running down her
right leg.  Above this was her once blonde, now cum white triangle of
pubic hair.  Progressing to her panting chest, he stared at the
grossly swollen nipples, the twin nylon lines still tied around their
base.  The trapped blood had enlarged the tips of Val's nipples until
they were the size of his thumb and a deep purple color. Casually,
Arkan squeezed one swollen nipple between a thumb and forefinger
making the exhausted woman scream weakly with the pain and try to pull
away.  He looked intently into her face, hardly recognizing the once
confident woman under the crusted cum and mascara covering her cheeks
and mixing with the trickle of blood from her nose and lips.  Arkan
smiled at the changes in Valkyrie's face.  But he wanted more.  

"Show us that trick you like so much, Alexander!  The one you and I
did with that Croat bitch.", the grinning Arkan ordered his bodyguard.
Shifting his attention back to Val, he laughed, " Everyone else has
fucked you; now it is Alexander's turn- a reward for being such a
brave soldier for Serbia!  But I don't think it is his cock he has for
you, whore!  It's something special!  You'll see!"

 Alexander smiled  at Valkyrie as he called for some of the men to
hold her arms for him.  Too weak to resist them, Val could only shake
her head and beg him in a tired voice not to hurt her any more.
Alexander knelt by Valkyrie's spread legs as two other men held her
arms away from her side, immobilizing the muscular but now submissive
blonde aviator.  Arkan stood behind her with one arm wrapped around
her throat.  Alexander knelt before the large woman and stared at
Valkyrie's punished sex,  its meaty labia covered in man cum. Slowly,
he began to insert his hand into Val's vagina one finger at a time.
With her cunt already stretched by the rapes and well lubricated with
volumes of cum, Alexander had no trouble getting his first three
fingers inside it. He pressed the thumb and little finger into his
palm and formed his hand into a dagger shape. Then he thrust his hand
into Valkyrie, sinking it past the  weakened muscles guarding the
entrance and deep into Val's womb as she gave a weak cry of protest.
Alexander  pushed his hand further inside Val, forcing his way into
her until his hand had disappeared up to the wrist.  At that point he
stopped- his fingers wiggling slightly as he explored- and waited for
Arkan ,  thinking about the only other time they had done this- with
that Croatian fighter bitch so long ago    The idea of what he would
do next fascinated him.
 
"AUGHEEE!", Valkyrie screamed as Alexander's hand disappeared inside
her, filling her in a way unlike any of the men's cocks. She could
feel it moving inside her, like something living.  It was as if the
head of a giant snake was forcing its way into her. She arched her
head back, eyes fixed on the dim ceiling, and moaned softly as it
moved within her. She felt the panic rising as the hand wormed its way
into her, but she kept still.  Fear and her new found submissiveness
paralyzed her.  She felt a wave of heat and light wash over her.
Looking up, Val was blinded by the bright klieg light of the camera
focused on her, permanently recording every detail of her cruel
impalement with its unblinking lens.  The humiliating thought that
strangers- perhaps even her squadron mates and family - would see her
as she was raped by a man's fist made her cry out in protest.

"NO, pleasee...don't....PLEASEEE!   Haven't you done enough to me?"

Arkan positioned himself behind the still whorishly costumed Valkyrie,
his again erect cock again pressing against her ruined sphincter.  As
the two men held her arms, Arkan positioned his cock at her open
sphincter with one hand and slowly forced himself into her ass. With
Alexander's hand inside her, Val's asschute had returned to its
previous virginal tightness.  Arkan had to force his way into her
asschute. Valkyrie stiffened and arched her body in response to the
internal pressure as his cock joined the hand inside her.  Alexander
could not see Val's face from his position on the floor.  Instead, he
focused on Val's hands.  He watched as they slowly tightened into
fists.  First he saw Val's knuckles grow white in an agonized
clinching; then blood appeared in Val's palm as she unknowingly gorged
bits of flesh out of her palm with her nails.  As Alexander followed
the painful progress of Arkan's cock up Valkyrie's ass by watching her
hands, Val was struggling against the dual invasion with all her
remaining strength.   Through the hand inside Valkyrie, Alexander
could feel the muscles tensing as they vainly tried to keep Arkan's
cock from penetrating further into her bowels.  At the some time,
Val's body was also struggling against the brutish bodyguard's manual
invasion of her most private parts, flexing her stomach and womb
muscles as she tried to repel the invading fist.  But Valkyrie's
exhausted muscles, weakened by her repeated rapes, could not do what
her desperate mind willed.  Slowly, Arkan's cock sank deeper and
deeper inside her. Finally, Alexander could feel the other man's cock,
separated from his hand by nothing more than a thin membrane of Val's
flesh. More interestingly, Alexander could feel Valkyrie's heart as it
pounded in terror.  The bodyguard felt a sense of  power over the
woman he had impaled with his arm, a sense of literally having Val's
life in his hand. He wanted to reach up and grab Val's heart and then
rip it out of her through her cunt.  But he contented himself with
working his hand back and forth inside Valkyrie.  A thrill of power
ran through Alexander as Valkyrie's body responded to those hand
movements.  He felt a surge of power as if the big American woman was
his puppet; that he could make Val's big, muscular body do whatever he
wanted.  It was an intoxicating feeling.

A mob of men surrounded the trio,  mesmerized by the sight of the
large brutish man fisting the muscular blonde woman.  Ignoring the
exhausted Bobbie for the moment, they and their brandy bottles
clustered in a silent semi circle around Valkyrie.  Even Bobbie
mustered the strength to raise her head- exhausted though she was- and
stared in fascinated horror at what they were doing to Val.  The men's
initial stunned silence quickly gave way to a torrent of vulgar
suggestions and lewd comments as they watched and swilled their local
rot gut.  As they howled out their obscene and anatomically impossible
advice in their barbaric Slavic tongue, the American woman and the two
Serbs continued their struggle, totally oblivious to their audience.

"AHHEE!  NO! PLEASE STOP...NO..TAKE IT OUT..PLEASEEE!"

Valkyrie screamed out her plea against the twin assault.  She could
feel Arkan's cock inside her ass, moving slowly in and out.  But
mainly she felt the other man's hand filling her, moving inside of her
in strange ways. The sensation that she had a living thing  moving
about inside her was overwhelming and very frightening.  The hand
slowly opened and pressed back against the membrane separating  it
from Arkan's cock, making Valkyrie moan as it moved inside her,
searching for the cock. Then she could feel the man's hand pressing
against the other man's cock through that single thin membrane. The
two began to move in unison inside her.  Alexander's pressed his hand
against Arkan's cock, pushing against it with his hand as the cock
moved up and down inside Valkyrie's asschute.  Alexander took his
other hand  and grabbed the two nylon lines hanging from Valkyrie's
nipples.  When he had the lines in his hand, Alexander began pulling
on them, tightening the thin lines around the throbbing, swollen, red
hourglass shaped nipples, sending bolts of pure pain straight to the
immobilized woman's brain as he stretched her abused breasts into cone
shaped parodies of their normal selves.  At the same time, Arkan had
plastered himself against her back, hugging her to him with as he
wrapped his arms around her chest.  Below and deep inside her body,
each of the twin invaders inched their way into her, forcing their way
into her womb and intestines.  The man's cock was buried to its root
in her asshole, sodomizing Valkyrie as Alexander's fist moved along
with it until his thumb was battering against Valkyrie's cervix.
Valkyrie fought the four men surrounding her with all her remaining
strength, but her efforts grew progressively weaker as her body,
exhausted and ignoring the signals Valkyrie's mind sent it, began to
surrender to her attackers, accepting the dual penetrations.  Despite
her best effort, her attempts at resistance had produced nothing more
than a stimulating tightness for Arkan.   Unable to fight them any
longer, Valkyrie's body began to move in unison with the dual thrusts
of Arkan's cock and Alexander's fist; defying her will and opening up
to accommodate its invaders of its own volition. She felt so
incredibly full; it was as if her womb would explode from the
tremendous pressure of that fist pounding against her cervix.  She
knew that she could not endure that pounding much longer.  Valkyrie
felt as if she were on fire despite the torrents of sweat pouring off
her.  Pain and arousal sent mixed signal to her brain, fighting for
dominance; but only succeeding in overloading Valkyrie's confused
brain and driving her into what amounted to an out of body experience.
She could see her own body clearly, impaled upon both Alexander's arm
and Arkan's cock, jerking and quivering as each movement of the cock
or the man's hand was magnified a hundred times and transmitted
through her body to her overloaded brain.  In her tortured
imagination, she stopped seeing herself as the pilot controlling the
machine and became the machine, the out of control airplane forced
beyond its limits by outside forces.  No ejection seat could save her
now; this time she was going to be there for the crash!  Tottering
uncertainly on her high "fuck me" heels, supported only by the men
holding her arms, and with her mind literally in a tailspin; Valkyrie
had reached the limits of her endurance.

"Oh...no ..pleasee.. ah...oh...Ahee..AHHEE..AHEEE!"

Hearing Valkyrie's screams, Alexander pulled harder with the nylon
line tied to Valkyrie's swollen nipples as he rammed the other hand
deeper inside Valkyrie's bruised womb, sending both Val and Arkan into
a spasm of pain/pleasure. The feeling of the spasms produced by his
bodyguard's fist combined with the tightness of Valkyrie's ass drove
Arkan over the edge.  The man wrapped both his arms around Valkyrie,
grabbing her breasts and squeezing them until the soft flesh poured
around his fingers. Eventually he came, his raw cock shooting his
third load of the evening into Valkyrie's bowels.   It was only a
dribble this time,  his third climax in the last two hours.  As he
came, he screamed out his anger, cursing the woman he was sodomizing
as he shot his load into her. Then he fell silent, so totally drained
that he had could only support himself by clinging to Val. Valkyrie
had also been driven beyond the limits tolerable to her mind and body.
Driven by pain from the sodomy, the fisting, and Alexander's
brutalization of her nipples, Valkyrie's entire body shook in a
powerful spasm of release as her mind -overloaded by the sensations
forced upon her- climaxed powerfully and then simply shut down. Her
body went  limp, leaving her hanging in the grip of the two men
holding her arms as she slipped into unconsciousness. Beneath her,
Alexander continued to pump his fist into Valkyrie's unresisting body,
too caught up in his fascination with the sight- and the obscene wet
sucking sounds- of the fist moving inside the muscular woman's womb to
notice or care that Val was no longer responding.  Ignoring the
leering men crowding around them, he pumped his fist into Val again
and again.  He shifted his other hand from the lines running to Val's
nipples to his own cock, seeking his own release now.   In his
erotically overloaded state, that release came quickly, producing a
spurt of hot cum which landed on Valkyrie's leg.  Then  Alexander
abruptly jerked his arm out of Val and shakily stood up.  Sated, he
watched without interest as the two men holding Valkyrie's arms
carried the unconscious woman back to the pool table where more men
awaited her.


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At the same time and a hundred miles away, the Commander of the
American Army's Delta Force detachment dispassionately read through
the message again.  It was the order to attack the hotel used by Arkan
as his Headquarters with the expectation that the two missing American
female flyers were being held there.  The timing was left up to him,
but it was specified that the attack must take place before 0700 hours
Washington time on Friday, less than 2 days away.   That, he decided,
was plenty of time; they would go in 28 hours, at 0200 hours local on
the 21st.  By 0208 hours , everybody in that hotel would be dead or in
their custody.  Of  that he was certain.  So far, Delta Force's
attempts at rescuing captives or POW's had been dogged by bad luck.
He was determined to do this one right.  The extra hours for last
minute preparations would help guarantee that success.

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It was the early morning hours of the next day- Thursday the 20th-
long after the party had ended; as Arkan watched  the small truck
carrying the two women- bound, gagged, and locked inside a large crate
marked airplane parts-depart from the Hotel.  He would , he knew, miss
the two American whores.  Especially Valkyrie.  Never had a woman
effected him so, bringing him off three times in the course of a few
hours.  Never had he taken such pleasure in breaking a woman as he had
the big American blonde.  But he comforted himself with the thought
that there would be a new war and with it  plenty of women to take
their place.  And he had his movies of the two women, the ones his
cameraman had made.  All in all, it was better to be rid of the
Americans. As long as he had them, Arkan knew that he was in danger of
an American rescue attempt.  Now at least, he wouldn't have to worry
about that any longer.

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