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Subject: NEW: FEMALE POW (M+/F,nc,war,rape,tort) 4/5
Date: 17 Jun 1996 11:34:03 -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 resemblence to actual persons,
living or
dead, is purely coincidental.



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                            FEMALE POW : THE MOTHER OF ALL RAPES   4/5


General Rashid had always followed the advice  given by George C. Scott in
Rashid's
favorite movie, " PATTON".   "When you go forward to visit the troops, 
fly flags and
make a lot of noise so they see you sharing their dangers; but when you go
back, take
down the flags and go home quietly like a thief in the night."  Now Rashid
was driving
forward to visit his troops; but he  had replaced his flags with an even
more eye-catching
ornament for his command car, Major Diana Barker.  After seeing the way
her
degradation had raised the morale of his dispirited staff, he had resolved
to use her to
prepare his elite troops for the coming battle.  Mounting her on his car
was just the first
step in his plan

Diana had been positioned on the front of his land rover.  She was dressed
in her boots
and flight suit, the one which had the front pinned open to expose her
breasts and the
crotch cut away.   Her lower legs had been bent back under her thighs and
her booted feet
tied to her thighs.  Now she rested on her knees on a small metal platform
which Rashid
had ordered welded to the bumper.  To hold her upright,  her torso had
been tied to a
large diameter metal pipe which was also welded to the bumper.  Diana's
arms were tied
behind her back.  Ropes ran from her elbows to the vehicle's mirror
mountings to keep her
from twisting from side to side as the vehicle traveled over the rough
roads at a high
speed.  Rashid was very pleased with the effect she produced , her hair 
blowing in the
desert wind and her large breasts bouncing wildly with each rut the
command car hit..

Diana was not as pleased.  The ride was pure hell.  With all her weight
resting on her
knees, every jolt in a rut filled road sent a bolt of pain up her legs. 
Her face and breasts
were exposed to the wind blown sand which, at the speed she was traveling,
produced an
effect identical to standing in front of a sand blaster.  Her abused
breasts were especially
sensitive to the blowing sand.  Diana wondered if she would have any skin
left on them by
the time this ride was over.  The fine road dust kicked up by the vehicle
was finding its
way on to all her skin surfaces not scoured clean by the sand and
combining with the
sweat covering her body to produce an itchy grit.  It covered her and
seemed to
particularly delight in collecting inside her exposed cunt lips.  The dust
also found its way
into her mouth and throat, torturing her with thirst and reducing her
moans to weak
croaks.  By the time they reached their destination, Diana was in her own
world of pain
and thirst, oblivious to her surroundings.

With forty thousand men under his command, Rashid knew he would have to be
sparing in
his use of Diana.  He had selected the company commanders, senior NCOs,
and battalion
commanders of one brigade, some 34 men in all, to take part in his test of
her usefulness in
raising morale.  The unit was from his best division, the 5th Mechanized
Division, and had
been selected to lead the planned offensive Saddam had ordered.  It had
also suffered
heavily from American airpower.  Rashid was certain that allowing them to
use and abuse
Diana would help them win back some of the confidence they had lost under
the relentless
air attacks.  But with only 5 days until the planned attack at Khafji, he
had to act fast.

He found the men drawn up in formation at the oil derrick he had
designated.  Since the
Americans would never bomb Kuwait's precious oil wells, he knew that he
could count on
not being  interrupted here.  General Rashid ordered his driver to pull in
front of the
formation and park.  He enjoyed the sight of the men's confusion as they
first saw the
figure on the front of his vehicle and then realized that it was a woman. 
They had been
without women in the desert for almost six months now.  The formation
wavered for a
moment but discipline held.  He was satisfied that he had their attention.

Climbing onto the hood of the land rover, the General launched into his
speech.  He spoke
of the imperialists threatening the Dar el Saddam, the House of Saddam,
and about the
coming opportunity to strike a blow for their great leader. He appealed to
their male pride,
telling them that the Americans depended on women like this one to do
their fighting.
Rashid thought that he had never seen an audience so spell bound by one of
his speeches. 
Of course, the men were mesmerized by Diana rather than the General. 
There she hung
on the bumper of his car, not 15 feet away from the front rank, with her
breasts exposed. 
Even her cunt , its covering hair shaven, was clearly visible to the
hungry stares of the
men.  Despite in her battered state, Diana could sense the lust radiating
from these men;  it
was as real to her as the heat radiating from the hood of the land rover. 
As the General's
speech turned to the death brought by Americans and their bombers,  and
the men began
to understand the significance of the uniform Diana was wearing; an
ominous hatred came
into the men's eyes.  Each had lost men, if not friends, to the hated
bombers.  They had felt
the frustration of suffering attack without being able to fight back.  Now
the General was
offering them a target for their anger.  In response the men began to
cheer in earnest,
firing their weapons into the air and screaming victory chants.

The General's bodyguards untied her from the hood of the land rover and
freed her feet
though not her hands. Since Diana's legs were too cramped to hold her up,
they carried
her to an empty oil barrel lying in the sand.  The two men threw her over
the barrel and
then retreated, leaving her to the waiting men.  

As soon as her stomach hit the hot metal of the drum, Diana knew that she
was in serious
trouble.  She had grown increasingly numb to the abuse being inflicted
upon her.  But
now,  as she looked over the mob of uniformed men surrounding her, she
felt a fear more
intense than that of the first night when Yazeed had her gang raped. Could
they, she
wondered, mean to rape her to death?

The Iraqi soldiers swarmed over her.  One man grabbed her by her auburn
hair and pulled
her head over his erect cock.  As he filled her mouth, Diana felt hands
all over her body. 
They grabbed her breasts; squeezing, pinching and mauling her sand blasted
 tits.  Those
who could not reach her breasts ripped the flight suit off her back and
legs to maul her
naked flesh.  Diana was in shock.  She did not even feel the first man to
enter her exposed
vagina.  Suddenly he was just there, his hips banging against her's as he
propelled her
forward onto the cock in her mouth.  That man's cockhead was forcing its
way into her
throat, choking her, and making Diana light headed as it cut off her
oxygen.  Then the man
began brutally fucking her face, using his grip on her hair to force her
mouth back and
forth over his cock as he remained motionless.  Now Diana could get quick
gasps of air
between strokes.  As the two men pounded her nude body from opposite ends,
anonymous hands continued to maul her now totally nude body.  Draped over
the barrel
with her arms bound behind her, Diana could do little to stop her
attackers.  But this time
she did not even try to resist the men who were brutally raping her. 
Instead, she lay
passively over the empty oil drum as the two men used her mouth and cunt. 
She
concentrated on breathing and tried to push her rising panic to the back
of her mind.

 Neither of the men lasted long inside her.  Diana felt  hot cum filling
her mouth and then
the same wet heat inside her cunt.  The two cocks disappeared only to be
replace by two
more.  Now her whole world was limited to the two cocks penetrating her. 
Man after
man mounted her and left their spendings inside her cunt.  Diana's crotch
became saturated
in cum, so much of it that it ran in streams out of her numbed cunt lips
and onto her
tanned legs.  The men in her mouth were fucking her with equal brutality,
bloodying her
lips with their thrusts as they deposited volumes of sperm in her mouth. 
It was all that
Diana could do to swallow the masses of sticky, white seman flooding her
mouth.  It was
either swallow or choke.  As she forced it down, Diana had the sensation
that their cum
was coating her esophagus all the way to her stomach.  In a half lucid
moment, she could
feel it filling her stomach, gallons of the thick, white cum pooling
inside her.  Diana
thought that she was going to drown in their cum.

As her cunt became too saturated in cum for even the Iraqi's to tolerate,
the men fucking
her switched to her unused asshole.  The first man simply forced his penis
into her
unlubricated ass, indifferent to the searing pain he caused Diana.  It was
only because she
had already been repeatedly sodomized earlier in her captivity that the
man was able to
penetrate her without ripping her ass apart.  The pain was excoriating as
he pumped his 
cock into her with relentless jackhammer-like strokes.  Diana tried to
scream. But the
cock pumping into her mouth choked the sound of her cries until that all
that came out of
her mouth were weak moans.  The man sodomizing her rode Diana for what
seemed to
her to be an eternity.  Finally, he came.  To Diana's relief,  his cum
then provided a
lubricant for the next man to sodomize her.  Then that man emptied himself
into her
burning ass and was replaced by yet another as soon as he had pulled out
of her.       
Soon, Diana's still burning asshole was as loose and as saturated in her
rapists' sperm as
her abused vagina. Through it all, Diana lay passively over the barrel,
submissively
accepting their abuse without even a thought of resistance.  She was
resolved to cling to
life even at the expense of submitting to these men.

So it continued as man after man used her mouth or ass.  Both ends of
Diana's pain racked
body were covered in their white, sticky sperm.  Her memories became
increasingly
disjointed.  She would remember cum spurting into her face and eyes, cocks
and fingers
penetrating her asshole, hands pulling on her hair as her head was jerked
back and forth
over someone's cock, and hands pulling at her sore nipples. She had no
idea how many
man had used her or how many more were to come.  

If Diana's recollections were confused,  those of General Rashid were
crystal clear.  He 
watched Diana's ordeal from his vantage point on the hood of the land
rover; from there
he could see everything that was being done to her by his soldiers.   He
was delighted by
the aggressiveness his men showed toward the captive American woman.  The
brutal way
in which they forced her to service them with her mouth and ,especially,
their causal
brutality in using her anus as a second cunt  pleased him greatly.  He
could see the
confidence flowing back into his soldiers.  Nor did the sight of such a
strong woman being
subjected to the humiliation and pain of a mass rape fail to arouse him. 
He had witnessed
more gang rapes than he could remember as a young officer fighting the
Kurds; but he had
never seen a woman endure such brutality or so many men.  That is, if she
does live
through it, he thought. 

General Rashid was enthralled by the sight of her muscular body being
buffeted about by
the men using her mouth and ass.  One man was using her cum covered face
as if it were
her cunt, his hands gripping her sperm soaked hair as he pulled her head
back and forth on
his cock.  The other man was literally trying to stab her to death with
his penis.  He was
thrusting into her open asshole in a mad frenzy while slapping her
buttocks with his right
hand.  Even from his position, the General could hear the wet, sucking
sounds of the man's
penis ramming in and out of her cum-soaked asshole and the counterpointing
loud cracks
as his hand impacted on her quivering buttcheeks.  As one set of men spent
themselves in
Diana, another pair appeared with erect penises and took their places. 
Her holes were
never empty for more than a few seconds.  Even after the American woman
finally passed
out, the men continued to fuck her slimy holes.  The General could not
even tell just when
she had passed out since her body had continued to move in response to the
men  fucking
her unconscious body.

Eventually, the General called a halt.  Each man had taken Diana at least
one; some had
used her three times.  The men's mood was as jubilant as if they had won a
great victory
on the battlefield.  Rashid was cheered wildly when he promised them more
American
women soldiers after the great victory they would win at Khafji.  As the
men were
marched away, the General walked over to where Diana was still lying
draped over the
metal drum.  One of his bodyguards was examining the woman's still body. 
Rashid was
fascinated to see that Diana's cunt lips and asshole both were still
distended.  They were so
open that he could actually see the interior linings and the  pools of cum
still inside the
woman's vagina and colon.  Her body was covered in his men's cum.  It had
dried in layers
over her skin at her sex, upper legs, and face.  It had even flowed as far
as onto her red,
raw breasts.  General Rashid thought that he had never seen a more
desirable looking
woman in his life. 

"Is she alive?" he ask his bodyguard.

" Yes Sir, she still breathes though I do not see how she could have
survived this."
