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Subject: NEW: FEMALE POW (M/F,nc,war,rape,tort,w/s) 3/5
Date: 17 Jun 1996 09:58:40 -0400
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DISCLAIMER: This story contains descriptions of rape, torture, and
bondage.  If such
descriptions of sexual activity, particularly non-consenual sexual
activity, offend you: DO
NOT READ THIS STORY.  IF YOU ARE UNDER TWENTY-ONE YEARS OF AGE,
DO NOT READ THIS STORY.  DANGER: THIS STORY IS POLITICALLY
INCORRECT. This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to actual persons,
living or
dead, is purely coincidental.
I want to thank the readers who have helped me with their suggestions and
comments. 
Such comments are always welcome.  flames will be ignored.

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                    FEMALE POW: THE MOTHER OF ALL RAPES  3/5  


A nude Major Diana Barker knelt submissively in front of the her seated
captor as Captain
Yazeed angrily berated her in Arabic for her lackluster performance in the
last propaganda
broadcast.  As she had been painfully taught to do, the captured pilot
knelt with her legs
spread wide, exposing her sex which was still swollen from the gang rape
and fisting of
five nights before.  Diana held her arms up with her hands clasp at the
back of her neck,
involuntarily thrusting her large breasts forward as if offering them to
her torturer.  She
could feel Yazeed's eyes on her breasts and wished feverently for
something to cover
them. But knew he would keep her nude unless actually filming;  only then
was she given
her flight suit to cover herself .  Diana realized that the submissive
positions and her
degrading nudity were meant to humiliate her and to destroy her will.  
But knowing this
did not help her cope with her rapidly diminishing self-respect.  Consumed
with fear and
guilt, Diana was losing touch with who and what she was and beginning to
allow her
captors to define her in their terms instead. 

As his translator converted his words into English, Yazeed held the
electric baton, which
its American maker appropriately called a "cattle prod", prominently in
his right hand. 
Diana was painfully familiar with this device, having felt it work on her
cunt and breasts
before.  Though it left no lasting marks, she knew that it would burn like
fire when used
on her sensitive feminine regions. Yazeed could see her eyes nervously
following the baton
as he rose and stood above her kneeling form.  He used the cold metal of
the baton to
lightly rub Diana's large nipples into erectness as the translator droned
on.  He thought he
could see a tear forming in Diana's left eye as she braced herself for the
shock.  Her
muscular body was shiny with sweat now.  A faint tremble was visible in
Diana's torso
each time the metal baton touched her moist skin. When he had both nipples
fully erect, he
touched the tip of the baton to the left nipple and pressed the button
activating the device.

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

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

UUUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHLLLLLMMMMMMMM!!!!!

As a nude Diana was withering in pain on the concrete floor of her prison,
her future was
being decided by Saddam as he lectured his war council on the
inevitability of his victory. 
He had been very disappointed by the failure of his propaganda broadcasts
to energize an
anti-war movement in the United States.  Although he had provided numerous
films to the
American media featuring Diana Barker and four male pilots confessing to
bombing
hospitals and schools and professing eternal support for the "brave Iraqi
People", nothing
had happened.   In fact, public opinion had turned against him as a result
of the films. 
Even the initially favorable American Media had turned against him.  It
was clearly
impossible to understand these people. Fortunately, he had an even more
brilliant plan.  It
was inevitable now that the Americans would attack and that his army would
be defeated. 
But , if he could bloody the imperialists before his army's inevitable
defeat, he could still
emerge as the Arab hero.  To do this he had to have one successful battle
and then prevent
his army from turning on him in their defeat.  The key to doing these two
things lay in
controlling General Hamid Rashid, the popular commander of III Corp and
his army's best
commander.  Saddam silently congratulated himself on his foresight in not
ordering one of
those helicopter "accidents" for Rashid which had befallen the other
heroes of the war
with Iran.  Now Rashid was available to win him his one victory.  But the
man still had to
be made so unacceptable to the Americans that they would never support him
if he tried a
coup in the war's aftermath.  From his extensive dossier on the general,
Saddam knew that
the General was a sadist who had tortured to death for his own
gratification several
Kurdish women captured by his troops.  He would send Rashid the American
female pilot. 
The gift would cement his loyalty in the short run. Then evidence of the
General's sadism,
collected by his spy in the man's headquarters, would give Saddam the
means to destroy
him after the war.  As his subordinates wisely agreed, the plan was
brilliant. 

Within hours, Diana had been taken from the custody of Captain Yazeed ,
fed, and clothed
again in her flight suit, though without any underclothes.  Then she was
put into a civilian
car and began the dangerous trip to Rashid's headquarters in southern
Kuwait. She had her
hands cuffed in front of her but was otherwise treated well by her silent
guards.  As the
distance from Yazeed grew, Major Barker began to feel a sense of elation
at her apparent
escape from that sadist's control. She began to think that the worst part
of her captivity
was over.  As her confidence grew, so grew her anger at the pain and
humiliation which
had been inflicted on her by Captain Yazeed.  Diana began to believe that
the Iraqi in
charge at wherever it was they were going would be someone normal -as if
Captain 
Yazeed was not normal for Saddam's Iraq.  Old habits began to reassert
themselves 
  as she started planning about how she would get that bastard Yazeed for
what he had
done to her.  By the time she arrived at Rashid's headquarters, she had
convinced herself
that it was payback time.

General Rashid was, in his own mind at least, the modern reincarnation of
Saladin, the
warrior who had destroyed the Christian crusader kingdom almost exactly
eight centuries
before.  His enemies in the army- which meant any officer above colonel in
rank-
whispered that he was mad. But it was not the stories of his cruelties
toward women that
prompted this opinion. It was his obsession with the American movie,
"PATTON".  They
said that he modeled everything he did on that movie , which he had
watched over a 100
times by his own accounts.  Ruthless, arrogant,  and cruel; he
nevertheless commanded the
respect of the junior officers and NCOs for his battlefield successes
against the Iranians. 
This was the man Diana thought was going to help her and upon whom she had
the poor
judgment to unload her pent-up anger.  It was also her great misfortune
that the general
spoke fluent English.

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

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

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

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

UUUUGGGHHLLMMMMMM!! Noo!!  PLEASE   PLEASE OH!
UUUUUUGGGGGHHHHLLMMMMMMM!!  STOP   PLEASE!!

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

UUUUGGGGGHHHLLLMMMMMMMM!!!!!      OOHHHHH!!!
PLEASEEE!!    STOP  NOOEEEE  UUUGGGHLLMMMMM!!!

Slowly, methodically, Rashid worked down her thigh backs and then back to
her punished
buttocks.  He laid each stroke with care, ensuring that on her buttocks
the new stripes
crossed the old to increase Diana's pain.  Then he moved up to the small
of her back.

UUUGGGHHHLLLLMMMMMMMM!!!!
UUUGGGGGHHHHLLLLLMMMMMMMMM!! PLEASEEEEE!!

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

UUUGGGGGGHHHLLLLMMMMMMM!!
AAHHHHHHH!!!   UUUGGHHHLLMMMMMM!!
PLEEASSEEEEEE!!   AHHH!!     STOP!!!!

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

AAHHHHH!!!!!!    OOHHHH!!  It hurts, Pleaseee!

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

" American slut. You are my prisoner!  You will do whatever I say, when I
say it.  If you
defy me in the least thing, I will beat you with that belt until there is
no skin left on your
body.,"  Rashid rasped into her ear as he continued riding her ass, " You
will show me the
respect I deserve, whore!"

Diana involuntarily tightened her spinster from shock when the General
spoke to her in
English.  A thrust and a painful twist of her sensitive nipples reminded
her not to fight him. 
She rested her head against the wall and tried to relax her whole body,
hoping to get
through her rape with as little pain as possible.

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

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

Apparently satisfied, Rashid concentrated on fucking her ass.   The tempo
of his thrusts
increased as he pumped harder and harder into her ass.  Diana thought it
felt as if he were
pushing a baseball bat up her ass.  The pain seemed to Diana to go on
forever as he rode
her torn and bleeding ass and tried to rip her nipples off of her breasts
with his fingernails.
It was all she could do to lean her head against the wall and concentrate
on breathing
between screams.  Finally, the jackhammer thrusts stopped and she could
feel a hot liquid
filling her intestines.  Diana stood in a daze as he untied her hands and
retied them behind
her back.  Then he untied her feet and lead her to a bed in the corner. 

 He made her kneel beside the bed and said, " I am going to test your
obedience.  If you
fail, I will whip you twice as hard as I just did."  Producing a pistol
from his holster,
Rashid continued " I order you to lick your filth off my cock.  If your
teeth touch my
cock, I will kill you."  

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

" Excellent, whore.  Now turn your attention to the material on the bottom
of my boots. 
That, I believe, is what you Americans would call camel shit.  Get rid of
it!"

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

When he finished, a cheer came from the soldiers.  The General walked the
few feet to
where Diana knelt submissively.  As Diana watched anxiously, he opened his
fly and took
out his cock.  Was he going to rape her in front of these men, she
wondered.  Then
without warning, the General began to piss in her face.  A stream of warm,
stinking piss
hit her in the face, burning her eyes and running between her open lips
before she could
react.  A shuddering Diana quickly surpressed her initial impulse to bolt.
 Instead, she
simply dropped her face to stare at the ground while he continued to
direct his piss on to   
her face and hair.  It ran over her head and onto her naked chest, coating
her breasts.  It
ran down her stomach and over her sensitive cunt before running down her
legs, soaking
the flight suit legs in the process.  She was drenched in his smelly
urine.  Despite the
strong survival instincts which had gotten her this far, at this moment
Diana wanted
nothing so much as to die.  She had never felt so thoroughly humiliated in
her life.   She
had been used as a toilet by this arrogant camel jockey.   To make it even
more
humiliating, his use of her as his toilet had been witnessed by forty 
cheering Iraqi soldiers. 
As they cheered and fired weapons into the air, the General forced open
her mouth with
his thumbs. Then, as he held it open with one hand, he directed the last
trickle of urine
directly into her mouth as she looked up at him helplessly.  Neither the
bitter taste of his
piss hitting her tongue nor the feeling of his hot piss filling her
stomach was  worse than
the terrible sense of humiliation she felt.  
