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Subject: NEW: FEMALE POW (M/FF,nc,rape,war,fist) 5/5
Date: 17 Jun 1996 10:38:38 -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 
5/5 


As the President read through the CIA report, he began shaking his head in
that disjointed
way he had when angry.  His chief of staff watched uneasily, suspecting
that the President
had gotten to the part where the informant described Major Barker's
beating and rape by
General Rashid.  Sardonically he thought, wait until you read the part
about the gang rape.
He had been thinking about how the war had been going so well; now this
had to happen. 
Despite the Military's misgivings, it was clear that they had to do
something to save the
woman.  If they didn't, the women's groups would crucify them. It simply
didn't matter if
they did lose 50 men to save this one female pilot. They had to do
something and do it
before the media got wind of this.  The American people would never
forgive them if this
got out and they had done nothing.  He was mentally marshaling his
responses to each of
the Military's objections when the President looked up and said, " Do it."
 

On the following night, General Rashid was in an elated mood. The
preparations for the
attack at Khafji were going well.  Morale was high in the 5th Mechanized
just as he had
known it would be.  And now he had learned that his men had captured
another American
female pilot and were bringing her to his headquarters.  It seemed only
logical that he take
advantage of her presence before sending the woman on to Baghdad. After
all, if he gave
Saddam his victory, then nothing would be said about this little
indulgence.  If he failed, he
was a dead man regardless of what he did to her.  It was victory or death,
he thought; so
live for the moment.

Two hours later General Rashid was studying his new plaything, Marine
First Lieutenant
Kathleen  O'Connor.  A petite redhead with an athletic body- everyone
called her by her
callsign "Tomboy",  the woman presented a fascinating contrast to the
muscular Major
Barker. It was easy to make the comparison; Rashid had Diana kneeling
submissively
beside the smaller woman with her legs spread to expose her cunt and arms
held behind
her head.  Tomboy was tied bent face down over a table with her legs bound
to the legs to
expose her small red fringed slit.  The General was forcing Diana to
recount for the
redheaded marine's benefit all of the things which he had done to her. 
Diana had tears
running down her face by the time she got to the gang rape in the desert. 
Her resigned
tone changed as her voice broke, and she could not continue.  The General
had
to"encouraged" her with his fan belt before she could complete her story
about the gang
rape and how Rashid had used her in the car on the trip back.  The General
was
thoroughly enjoying the effect Diana's story was having on the younger
woman. 
However, the  fear in her face was arousing him and he had to do something
about that....

Less than five miles away a team of American soldiers from Delta Force was
waiting in the
sand dunes in the middle of an S-shaped curve.  The assault team waited
tensely inside
their Trojan horse, a Iraqi army truck, while the support team waited in
two man teams
spread throughout the dunes.  The lookout had already signaled the
approach of the
scrounging convoy from  III Corp headquarters.  Every night four trucks
made the trip to
Kuwait City and back with whatever they could find to feed themselves now
that the Iraqi
supply system had collapsed under the bombing.  The Delta Force team was
going to join
this convoy and use  it to pass through the checkpoints into the
headquarters area.  When
the last truck approached the first part of the curve,  two of the support
force pulled on a
rope to move an accordion like metal frame covered with spikes across the
asphalt in front
of the truck.  As the Iraqi truck swerved onto the sand and slowed with
two punctured
tires, the Delta Force truck came out of the dunes to replace it at the
end of the convoy. 
With the engine noises and the muffling effect of the curve, none of the
Iraqis in the first
three trucks heard the silenced MP5's as men from the support team
dispatched the two
Iraqis in the truck's cab.  All they saw were the black-out lights of the
last truck coming
around the curve.  In a few moments, the convoy was being waved through
the first
checkpoint.

General Rashid found the redheaded woman very attractive in a boyish way. 
And she was
tight-just like a young boy- he discovered as he explored her asshole and 
cunt with a
finger.  Rashid smiled as he considered the thought which had just come to
him.  He took
Diana's hair and jerked her between tomboy's legs.
"Put your hand up the little slut's sex.  Now! "
" Sir?  I.. I can't get .."
"Put your hand up her, or I will give you back to the 2nd brigade.  You
remember them,
don't you whore?  Do it!  Now!"

The old Diana Barker would have refused his insane order.  She may have
been a self-
serving bitch but she was not a sadist.  This Diana  had been raped and
beaten to within a
hair of madness; she did not care anymore who was hurt as long as it was
not her.  She
was ready to do anything necessary to avoid more pain.  Without
hesitation, Diana pushed
two fingers into Tomboy's cunt.  

"AAHHHHH!!!!  YOU'RE HURTING ME!  TAKE IT OUT!"

When Diana's fingers penetrated her, Tomboy appeared to have a seizure as
her body
jerked and pulled against the ropes holding her to the table.  Diana's two
fingers painfully 
filled her small unlubricated cunt.  Diana was amazed at how tight the
petite woman's
vagina was, so unlike her own.  She pressed harder and could feel the
muscles of
Tomboy's vagina slowly give way.  Diana's fingers sank deeper into the
woman's red
fringed slit until they were buried up to her knuckles.

"AAHHHH!!  NOOO!!  PLEEASSEEE NOOO!!!!!"

The General stood over Diana, his eyes bright, as he watched the larger
woman's fingers
force their way into the tiny cunt.

"Deeper now.  Put your whole hand into her, slut.  Show her how you felt
when I fucked
you!"

Diana started to force her third finger into Tomboy.  She got the finger
into the redhead,
but could not get her hand into Tomboy past her knuckles. Ignoring
Tomboy's screams,
Diana pushed as hard as she could against the woman's cunt muscles but
could not
penetrate Tomboy any further. Diana pulled her fingers out the redhead's
cunt and licked
her whole hand, covering it with her saliva.  Equipped with this makeshift
lubricant,
Diana's fingers again penetrated the woman's cunt easily up to the
knuckles.  Then another
mighty push and her hand disappeared into Tomboy's cunt up to the wrist. 
She was inside
the other woman!  Her whole hand was engulfed in the redhead's warm,tight
cunt!

"AAAHHHHHH!!!!   OOOOOMMMPPHHH!!    NNOOOOOO!!"

The General moved to stand in front of Tomboy.  Opening his fly, he jerked
the woman's
head back with his other hand and held his erect cock in front of her tear
stained face.

"Suck me, American!   Do as I say or I will have the good Major rip your
heart out. Do it
now, whore!"

The redheaded pilot opened her mouth and allowed the General to shove his
cock into her
oral cavity.  The man's cock filled her small mouth,  riding over her
tongue to slam into
her throat. That was humiliating but the least of her problems.  She felt
as if Diana's hand
was tearing her apart.  It was as if she were giving birth....to a fist.
Tomboy was not a
virgin;  but she had never had anything as big or as painful inside her
before.  It was
tearing her apart.

As Tomboy took his cock into her mouth, the Delta Force team was
approaching the
headquarters building.  Almost invisible in their black uniforms and using
night vision
goggles to find their way in the darkness, the 16 men quickly surrounded
the building. 
When they were in position, the team leader sent the GO message to the
extraction force,
letting them know that it was time to start the assault phase.

Ten kilometers away, the signal reached the commander of the attached
attack helicopter
battalion.  He passed the GO signal on to his fifteen aircraft and then
pressed his throttle ,
making the 9 ton Apache helicopter leap forward toward the Iraqi
headquarters.  On his
left was his wingman; Two thousand meters to his right were the other
three aircraft of
"A" company.  At intervals of two thousand meters behind him were the
other two
companies of his battalion.  Their mission was simple:  open a corridor
five thousand
meters wide to the assault team for the extraction helicopters.  All they
had to do was
shoot their way through about 20 anti-aircraft guns and a battalion of
tanks protecting the
headquarters. Piece of cake, the lieutenant colonel thought; with the
thermal sights on
these things we can see them and they can't see us.  Just as long as we
don't hover above
any assholes with an RPG , everyone goes home.

As the General fucked Tomboy's mouth, Diana began to experiment with the
woman's
cunt.  At the General's command, she had began moving her hand back and
forth inside
Tomboy.  Diana liked the feeling it gave her when she made the other woman
squirm and
shudder by moving her hand.  She enjoyed finally seeing someone else
suffer.  Her hand
closed into a fist and began to move deeper and faster inside Tomboy's
cunt.  The anger
and fear bottled up inside her was channeling itself into the violence she
was inflicting on
Tomboy.  Diana pumped her fist into the redhead even harder making the
muscles in her
forearm  bunched and flex as she repeatedly sank her arm into Tomboy's
brutalized vagina.  
She was fisting the woman in earnest now, twisting her hand inside Tomboy
to increase
the pain as she tried to punch her way to the captive's cervix. In her
mind, she could see
herself on that table instead of the redhead with Yazeed pumping his fist
into her. In her
mind she had become Yazeed. As she punched into Tomboy, Diana started
chanting:

"CUNT...WHORE....SLUT....CUNT....BITCH...SLUT...BITCH..WHORE.."
  
 Tomboy tried to scream from the pain engulfing her; but with Rashid's
penis filling the
petite redhead's mouth, all that came out was a high pitched moan.  The
two enemies kept
pumping into her, filling her cunt and mouth, as Tomboy lay between them
with tears
streaming down her face.

Diana was looking up at the General as he fucked Tomboy's face.  Suddenly,
three red
splotches appeared on the man's chest.  As Diana watched dumbfounded, the
General
stumbled backwards with an amazed look on his face. He hit and then slid
down the wall
and out of her sight, leaving a trail of blood on the wall behind him. 
Diana, her fist still
buried inside Tomboy, froze motionless in fear.  From behind her she heard
a voice
speaking in English- American Army English. 

" FUCK!!    Hey,  if you don't fuckin mind taking your fuckin  arm out of
her fuckin pussy,
we'de like to get the fuck out of here!"



EPILOGUE:  Major Diana Barker made it  back to Sauda Arabia safely though
eleven of
her rescuers did not.  The story of what she had been doing when her
rescuers arrived was
hushed up except for the stories told in certain bars at Fort Bragg, Delta
Force's home
station. But network anchors don't drink at Fort Bragg.  The media loved
her story- as she
told it- and made her the victim-hero of the war.  She got her picture on
the cover of Time
Magazine and was famous for almost two weeks. Things turned out very well
for her. 
She didn't even need the adult diapers anymore after a couple of months.
