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Four sexy girls get raped and tortured by soldiers.
Captured in Ajikistan

Arianna, Layla, Mira, and Sandy had embarked on their risky adventure with the best of intentions. Working for an NGO aid group called 'Hearts Healing Conflict,' they had volunteered to help bring in humanitarian supplies to the tiny, struggling third world nation of Ajikistan, which was in the midst of a civil war. Unfortunately for them, the young women had no idea how dangerous the job of driving the supply trucks really was. They had been told that as long as they stayed on the main highway which connected with Sher'bah, the nation's capital, they would be safe.

But it was a lie.

Rebels led by General Aamir, the commander of the southern faction, ambushed their caravan and took them captive. Aamir was an Islamic extremist. His black beard and his deadened eyes, the color of dark coals, gave off a forbidding presence. Now, as the four girls were hustled out of the back of a truck, a group of soldiers took them into a large tent with a carpeted interior and proceeded to rip off all of their clothes. Soon the four girls were butt-naked. Arianna was a gorgeous Latina with huge tits, big hips, raven-black hair, and a strong, well-chiseled face. Layla was more delicate, her skin a pale shade that complemented her straight, light brown hair and more dainty breasts. Then there was Mira, the greatest beauty of them all, a sexy brunette with the perfect proportions, lean hips, medium-sized breasts, and the face of a goddess. Last was Sandy, a gorgeous blonde girl who loved to wear pink everywhere she went.

All four of the young women were between the ages of 20 and 23. They were as beautiful as they were innocent…for now.

General Aamir motioned to one of his men, Kasim, and to another man, Musad. The four women huddled in the corner, covering their breasts and private parts as best they could with their bare hands.

The stocky general pointed to the pale brunette. Layla.

"Bring that bitch over here."

"No! Please!" the girls cried as the two soldiers dragged Layla over to the General. They set her on her knees as the General pulled his pants down. His huge, vein-throbbing cock popped free. It was long and incredibly stiff.

"I suggest you start sucking cock, little American slut. Pleasing me is now your only purpose."

Layla shook her head. "No. Please, let us go!" The General backhanded her. She tipped sideways, groaning as the men pulled her back to her knees. Blood trickled from her lips.

"Stupid cunt. You don't listen, you get punished." The General turned to his two loyal men. "Spread the cunt's legs wide open. I'm going to fuck her pussy now." Layla thrashed and begged for them to stop as the two strong soldiers pinned her arms and spread her sexy thighs while forcing her to lay back. The General shrugged out of his shirt and took off his pants, socks, and boots, chucking them aside. Layla's eyes widened as the General leaned between her legs, gently probing the lips of her pussy with his cock-head, rubbing it around her entrance. He continued teasing her as his cock-head traipsed in a gentle circle around the opening to her fuck-hole.

"Please, don't rape me!" she cried.

The General looked at her darkly. "Quiet, little American slut. It's time you felt a real Arab cock. This is the BEST PART of what is going to happen to you. Be thankful that I am gracing you with my cock. You do not deserve it. I will torture and kill you like all the other sluts I've captured soon enough, oh yes. But first, let us have some FUN."

So saying, the General eased forward, groaning with delight as his cock pushed forward deep into Layla's tight pussy. The brunette squirmed and moaned as she felt her intimate folds brutally violated…as she felt his cock slide all the way inside her soft, once-pristine sex.

"No…please!" she panted, her eyes squeezed shut as tears slid down her cheeks. But the General simply pulled out all the way, only to thrust in even more savagely. Again. And then again. And again. Soon the old general had established a fierce rhythm, fucking his young captive with all the force he could muster as his men held her by the wrists and his testicles slapped with a constant cadence against her inner thighs.

"UHH! UH!!! UHH!!!! This little cunt is damn tight. Tightest pussy I have fucked in ages," he grunted. The General reached down, squeezing the beautiful girl's tits as she cried out.

"OW. Please stop. You're hurting me!" she wailed. But it seemed to only excite the General even more. Soon he was slamming his hips forward, his cock crashing full-force up the captive girl's helpless cunt, the constant pounding making her breasts jiggle wildly. The other three girls looked away, unwilling to see their friend get brutally raped. All they could hear were Layla's constant moans and cries as the General fucked her pussy like a machine. He had fucked her for maybe ten minutes, and she now lay like a limp rag doll underneath him - her slender nakedness covered completely by his bulky male form.

"Go have fun with the other bitches. I think I can handle this one," the General muttered to his men. Layla's eyes opened just in time to see General Aamir lean down, giving her a sloppy kiss as his shaft invaded her sex once more. She felt him stretching her pussy. She groaned as his tongue invaded her mouth, stifling her pleas.

Meanwhile, just a few feet away, Kasim, the scar-faced soldier, the taller of the two, took Mira and tied her wrists above her head to the wooden beam near the tent's center. He then tied her ankles wide, forcing her to stand naked with pussy fully exposed.

"Please, don't touch me!" Mira cried.

"Shut up, bitch! You want me to punch you?" Kasim roared. He slapped each of her tits as she yelped. Then he leaned down, gently lapping at her soft sex. Mira cringed, her body tensing up as she felt the intruder's tongue graze her clit, then meander lazily along her labia, flicking teasingly inside her sex.

"Mmmm…you taste good, bitch. I love the nectar of a sweet, young captive," the soldier murmured.

"Ahhhh…" Mira moaned. Although she couldn't deny the pleasurable sensation each time Kasim's tongue grazed her horny clitoris, she didn't want it. She tried to flail in her bonds, but they were so tight and Kasim's huge, beefy hands easily held her thighs apart as he feasted on her snatch.

"MMmm… you like, too, yes? You're just a little American whore who deserves exactly what she gets, don't you? Let's moisten up this young pussy for a real cock. No more pencil-dick American cocks for you, bitch. You get a real Arab shaft right up your tight pussy soon enough," the soldier boasted. Mira shook her head, looking down as her cheeks flushed bright red.

"Please… Ooohhhh…" Her words trailed off as his tongue battered at her clit more fervently. He had slipped his index finger into her soft folds, pumping it back and forth as his tongue worked harder. He pushed his finger deeper, feeling the silken walls of her fuck-hole with his fingertip as he nipped at her clit, tugging and sucking on it gently between his teeth.

Mira's entire body felt like a fire was spreading from her loins outward. An inferno burned where her sex should have been, the longer the vile soldier licked and ate at her pussy. 'No…when will this nightmare end?' she thought. This couldn't be real. It just couldn't!

Not far away, Musad had taken the final two girl captives and dragged them to the far side. He bound their hands in front of them and then pointed the naked girls toward two disturbing contraptions. On the floor of the tent were two saddle-shaped objects with long, rigid cocks made of some type of synthetic, spongy resin. The cocks were huge, at least twelve inches tall, and thick with bumps along the sides to maximize stimulation. The stocky soldier was beardless, clearly the younger of the two. Musad now walked over to the side of the tent and retrieved a whip, which he uncoiled with a threatening gesture.

Both girls looked at the obscenely long phalluses embedded in the two 'saddles' on the floor and then back at their captor.

Musad nodded at the giant dildo-cocks. "You two will ride those as you watch your two friends get raped. And if you don't watch intently enough," the soldier growled, moving the whip suggestively in his hand, "then I will punish you with the whip." When the girls still hesitated, there was a sudden SMACK which echoed throughout the tent. The beaded nylon ends of the whip bit into the skin of Sandy's supple cones. The big-breasted blonde shouted in pain.

"AHHH!!"

Maybe you need some convincing too, Mexican cunt!" Another flick of his wrist, and Musad's whip landed with a brutal SMACK across Arianna's luscious cones too, causing her to cry out.

"Sit on those cocks. Hump those big, fat cocks with your tight, American pussies. Come on! Or do you want me to whip your tits bloody first?" he roared.

Soon the girls complied, fully aware of the consequences if they so much as dragged their feet. Sandy shivered as she positioned her labia around the tip of the giant red dildo. She eased her young pussy down on it, her sex plunging onto the shaft until she felt the end of it pushing at the entrance to her cervix.

"Oh god…it's so big," she moaned. "Please don't make us do this," she whimpered. But the only answer she got was a sharp stab of pain and another loud SMACK as the whip once more lashed across her sensitive breasts. "AHHHH!! Okay, please stop. I'm doing it!" the blonde girl wailed. She began pumping her pussy up and down, coming up off the obscene, crimson shaft and then engulfing it completely inside her fuck-hole. The constant pumping was chafing for her because she was so dry, her pussy not even a little moist. But soon enough the blonde girl was doing her best to remedy the problem. Soon she was fantasizing that the awful red dildo was her boyfriend's cock. 'If I can just get myself wet, it won't hurt so much,' she thought fervently. 'Uhhh! I have to just pretend that I'm making love to Michael. I have to just pretend I'm not here in this hellhole…Uhhh!'

Soon the slender blonde captive was pumping her pussy up and down with newfound zeal, the beginnings of wetness trickling from between her thighs. Musad watched with approval as the girl progressed, impaling her cute snatch again and again and again until the wet sounds of suction accompanied Sandy each time she lifted her cunt up off of the dildo - only to bring it plunging back down to her captor's delight.

Meanwhile, the General's entertainment continued apace. Aamir was plunging his manhood deep inside the pale brunette's sex like a battering ram. Layla's lithesome body shook with the force of his fucks. He growled as he felt her pussy walls encase the sides of his cock. He was getting close to coming, but he didn't want to come. Not yet.

"Uhh! Uhhh! UHH!! Do you want me to cum inside your pussy, bitch? Hmm?"

The dazed young captive stirred. Layla's lips opened as she protested weakly. "No…please Sir. Don't."

"Then suck this cock, bitch. Give me a happy finish with your worthless mouth." The General abruptly pulled out as Layla sat up, unsteady on her hands and knees. She sat back on her haunches and watched as the General's humongous cock dangled right before her eyes. She licked the tip of his cock, tasting her own juices on him, just a trace - and proceeded to engulf his cock in her mouth, groaning as he stuffed her mouth full, swinging his hips forward. Aamir's hands gripped the back of her skull, fucking her mouth brutally as she gurgled.

"Mmmmmppph! Uggghhh!!!" she gurgled louder, his cock slamming toward the back of her throat. His manhood continued to spear into her face until his balls were slapping gently against her chin with each thrust.

"Aahhhh! That's it, whore. Use that tongue. No teeth, bitch, not unless you want me to whip your pussy!" Obediently the pale brunette slurped on the General's shaft. She cradled the underside of his cock with her tongue, sucking hard as she did her best not to gag. Soon she tasted the unmistakable flavor of pre-cum dripping down her throat. The salty-musky flavor of the General overpowered her senses as she felt his sweaty testicles gently slapping against her chin. Then he was groaning almost like a dying animal, gathering her hair up away from her face as the pretty young brunette felt his rod stiffen in her mouth. He burst as she groaned, a shower of jism surging into her mouth. Excess cum flowed back out, dribbling from her lips, even down her chin in long, gooey strands as she coughed and choked. The taste was overwhelming…in some ways awful. She coughed and sputtered, gasping for air.

"Stupid cunt, you are supposed to SWALLOW. Disobedient whore. You will pay for that!" the General growled.

"No! Please!" Layla moaned, but he had already flipped her over onto her stomach and pressed his foot against her neck.

"Lie there, bitch. Don't move." A few minutes passed, and at first Layla had no idea what was going on. Then she realized…only when he had finally removed his foot and let her sit up. His cock was long and rigid again, hard as granite. He retrieved a gun from the rack on the wall and then laid down, his cock like an obscene spear pointing up at the roof of the tent. "For your punishment, lazy cunt, you get to mount my shaft and fuck yourself. And if you aren't energetic enough in busting your cunt on a real man's cock, I'll put a bullet in your head. Understand?"

'Oh god. This man is a maniac,' Layla realized. "Please, I'll do what you want," she whimpered. The lithesome, pale-skinned girl straddled him. Her nakedness contrasted sharply with his tanned, Arab complexion. The beautiful girl slowly positioned her pussy lips over the General's eager penis. She lowered herself down, biting her lip as she felt the full length of his dick plunge deep inside her with the help of gravity.

"AAAhhhhhh…." she groaned.

"Thank me, bitch. Thank your General for his mighty cock. Call me by my title, bitch, or I'll pull this trigger right now." The General pressed the barrel of the pistol against the underside of Layla's left breast. The frightened girl quickly obeyed as she began gyrating on his shaft, moving her hips and fucking herself on his lap.

"Ooohh General… thank you for this amazing cock," she sighed. "I love having it so deep inside me, fucking my pussy," she moaned. This was so sick but she had to say the kinds of things he wanted to, at least if she was going to survive. She tried to immerse herself in a fantasy not unlike Sandy's, pretending that the General's cock was really her boyfriend Henry's. It almost worked. She reached up, fondling her own tits as her pubic hair and the General's smashed together with each zealous fuck, her pussy greedily squeezing the General's shaft.

Aamir's chest heaved as his eyes stared hungrily at Layla's chest. "Let me play with these young tits," the General growled. When he put down the gun, Layla felt such relief. She moaned as he reached up, fondling the girl's tits and pinching her nipples into fine, little pink buds. Unexpected arousal stole through her. The constant stimulation of the General's cock rubbing against the insides of her sex had awakened things that the pale brunette was so ashamed of. She leaned back, her spine arching as she felt a traitorous orgasm erupt through her loins. Her pussy squirted hard on her captor's cock, soaking it in her juices.

"You little cunt. You're actually cumming," the General grunted in wonder. He idly rubbed her nipples as he watched her body writhe on top of his vein-bulging shaft. "Soon enough so will I…right up your slut pussy. I'll get you pregnant, bitch."

The idea of getting pregnant sent a sudden spike of panic through Layla's heart. The slender brunette had time to cry out, "No, please don't!" just before the General erupted. The General's calloused hands cupped the girl's supple cones as he felt himself ejaculate, sperm shooting deep inside the helpless girl until her womb was completely filled with his sticky fluids. Layla's eyes shone with defeat and resignation as he sat up, kissing the dazed girl, murmuring dark promises in her ear.

"Was that not fun, little bitch? Now that you've been fucked by your General, it is time to show your appreciation for the great honor you've been given. And the best way to do that is to be my pain-slut…for when YOU receive pain, it gives ME pleasure."

**********

While the General strung up Layla by her wrists to dangle from the tent's ceiling, Mira's ordeal was intensifying. The soldier Kasim had been feasting on Mira's pussy the entire time while General Aamir had fucked Layla senseless. Kasim's tongue now laved, sucked, and swirled around Mira's sensitive nerve bundle even as his fingers pumped her young sex. The girl's snatch was dripping with fluids of arousal, which the soldier lapped at greedily as he felt the trickle turn to a near-gushing torrent. The scar-faced soldier reached around with one hand, gently inserting a wet finger into the girl's anus as he felt her fluids gathering for a forceful orgasm.

"Yes. Cum for me, you worthless little whore. You know you want to cum in your rapist's mouth, so do it! Show me what a shameless little slut you really are, like all American whores."

"No! Please stop!" Mira moaned. But her body wasn't interested in him stopping, just the opposite. She'd been dragged past the edge, her snatch fully aroused as the man nipped at her clit and then gently squeezed it between his teeth at the same time his two fingers slammed upward, a deep, violent thrust as his fingertips massaged the inner walls of her pussy just so.

The beautiful brunette couldn't stop the wave of pleasure that tore through her love-hole, her vaginal muscles convulsing wildly.

"AAAAHHHH!! Oh god. Nooo!!!" Mira wailed as her feminine sex betrayed her completely, its fluids gushing into her rapist's mouth, a torrent of sweet-smelling nectar. He lapped up all the nasty cunt-cream, swallowing it eagerly, his tongue sliding up and down her messy pussy, sending residual shivers of pleasure up through her body until his continued ministrations at her over-sensitive cunt became almost unbearable.

"Please, no more. It's so sensitive," she whimpered. Mira sighed as the merciless soldier finally drew away from her, standing up while he licked his chops. His eyes contained a new, hungry light, and it scared her. The naked brunette watched in the dazed afterglow of her orgasm as the soldier stripped out of his clothes and chucked them all into a heap in the corner of the tent. He then turned back to her, his elongated penis topped with a pearled drop of pre-cum, now glistening in the light.

"You had your pleasure, whore. Now it's time I had mine."

The brunette's cute face scrunched up in horror. "No. Please. Don't do this. Don't rape me!" she squealed as the muscular, naked soldier untied her ankles just long enough to lift up her hips. Her wrists were still tied above her to the tent's central pole, making her arms straightened taut above her head. Her head thrashed as she tried to flail with her legs, but it was no use. He easily pushed her legs wide and she sagged with resignation as he arranged her legs until they wrapped around his waist. He positioned his egg-shaped cock-head at the entrance to her pussy. The smell of her fluids still hung thick in the air as he slammed his shaft home, plunging deep into her silky-soft love-hole. Mira moaned as the man began to rape her pussy with hard, brutal, strokes. His hands cupped her finely sculpted ass cheeks, bouncing her slender body on his cock as he growled in her ear.

"You feel me, bitch? Every inch of my cock lancing that tight, wet pussy? Make it good for me, bitch. Squeeze my cock with that worthless fuck-hole if you want to live. Do it!" The brown-eyed beauty gasped as Kasim gripped her by the neck, choking her with one hand even as he impaled her well-lubricated cunt. The young woman sputtered as Kasim's shaft vanished inside her soft, warm depths, his cock-head ramming up and smashing into her cervix.

"Make it GOOD for me, you worthless whore. Do it or I'll fucking strangle you right here and snuff the life out of you!" The stricken brunette could do nothing except try her best to obey. She pressed her hips to the soldier's lean body, pushing her crotch downward as much as she could to meet his pulverizing fucks. Their pubic muffs smashed together as she ground her crotch against his, her pussy welcoming his thrusts like helpless captives surrendering to their conquerors. Finally Mira was gasping for air as Kasim let up on her throat, his hands resuming their position clenching her fine ass cheeks, drilling her pussy with a constant cadence of smacks each time her pussy bottomed out on the hard, raping shaft.

"Much better. This little pussy is learning," Kasim growled at his fellow soldier, Musad, who was within easy earshot.

Musad meanwhile knelt behind and between the two remaining captives, the gorgeous young blonde Sandy and the Latina hottie Arianna. The two big-breasted girls were naked and humping giant red dildos, their wrists tied in front of them as they impaled their pussies with a violent rhythm, moaning and grunting. Musad put an arm around each girl as they fucked themselves. His arm curled around each girl so that he could squeeze and grope each girl's breasts.

"Do you like the show, little sluts? Look at my friend Kasim pounding your girlfriend's wet pussy. She loves it, see? Look at her shoving her pussy FORWARD to meet my friend's hard FUCKS. She's a little whore, just like you two. You American cunts are all the same. You deserve only one thing; to be fucked hard and treated like the worthless female fuck-slaves you are. You're nothing but the captured spoils of war. Soon all of your country will bow down to us or die." As Musad said those awful words, Sandy and Arianna couldn't believe what they were seeing.

Mira's flawless, naked body was wrapped around her merciless captors'. Her breasts rubbed against his chest as he fucked her roughly, his testicles swaying with the constant, rapid thrusts of his penis deep into her core. The young woman could only moan and whimper as he fucked her without mercy, his cock lancing deep between her soft, damp folds. Mira's eyes were squeezed shut in the agony of shame as her rape continued. Her pussy squeezed lovingly around her rapist's cock, still aroused from her recent orgasm and getting more so by the moment, as Kasim's impressive shaft stroked her insides with a blur of motion. The scene filled the two young girls with horror even as Musad left to retrieve a three-tongued whip from the wall.

"I don't think you sluts are having enough fun watching the show." He was about to lash the whip across each girl's chest when the General's voice barked an order.

"Bring that whip over here. I have better plans for it." Musad dutifully handed the torture device to his commander, and then stepped back. General Aamir stepped forward, slamming the whip's tendrils right across the pale-skinned Layla's crotch. The girl's cunt, still dripping with the General's jism, quivered wildly as the whip lashed across her most sensitive, intimate parts.

"AAHHHH!!!" she cried. "Please stop. You're hurting me!" But the General ignored her.

"I said you would be my pain-slut, little bitch, and you WILL. Do you remember when I told you that getting raped would be the BEST part of what will happen to you? You're about to understand just how true my words were," he promised. As the General kept up his attack, his cock re-formed to a perfect, hardened spear of flesh. Meanwhile a rhythmic THWACK and the constant cadence of Layla's cries filled the tent, the naked girl writhing as she hung from the ceiling, the whip lashing at her beautiful young body again and again and again.

Not far away, Mira was feeling it as Kasim's cock swelled inside her. She had fucked enough guys to know when a man was about to cum. She could feel Kasim's prick straining inside her heat, plunging deep between her cunt lips with every grunt as his hands gripped her butt cheeks with white-knuckled intensity, shoving her body flush against him so that he filled her completely with each fevered fuck. Her nipples beaded up with unwanted lust as she felt his mouth on hers. Their lips joined as her moan rose to a plaintive wail.

"Pleeaaase! MMmpph!" He stifled her plea with a hard thrust of his cock and a shove of his tongue down her throat. Then Mira felt it - his cock twitching inside her snatch, pumping what felt like gallons of hot, nasty sperm deep inside her despoiled sex. She groaned as she felt the excess fluid slide back down, seeping out of her ruined love-hole and mingling in her pubic hair and his pubic hair like a strange, acrid-smelling glue. The soldier's eyes had rolled back in pleasure, and now he looked down at their joined sexes.

"Uhhh. Your tight pussy milked my balls good, little bitch. Very good," he sighed. So saying, he slowly drew out his wilting shaft. The girl looked down just in time to see long streams of cum ooze from her raped pussy, pooling on the floor of the tent as the smell of sexual fluids filled her nose. 'Oh god…he just raped me…what if he got me pregnant?' Mira thought. She glanced over at Layla, realizing that she was now in the same position as her poor friend.

Well…not quite. Mira flinched as she saw the General's wrist snap out. The three-tailed tongue of the whip curving around Layla's left ass cheek, making her cry out and shake in her bonds.

"Please stop!" Layla sobbed. "I'll do whatever you want, just make the pain stop!"

The General suddenly froze, a glint of murderous humor lighting up his eyes. "Is that so, little slut? WHATEVER I want, eh?" He unexpectedly threw down his whip and untied the girl's wrists. Thrusting the pale-skinned girl to her knees in front of Mira's prone form, he grasped Layla by the nape of the neck and thrust her face right up against Mira's cum-dripping snatch.

"Lick out my soldier's cum from your friend's young pussy," he growled. "Do it or I'll string you up again and whip you - and this time I won't stop until I've whipped your tits and cunt RAW."

Between sobs Layla leaned forward. The dark-haired girl tentatively flicked her tongue against Mira's swollen folds. Mira stiffened as she felt her friend's mouth, her friend's warm breath against her cunt. She didn't want this…but a tiny sliver of her wasn't sure… THIS, as wrong and nasty as it was, THIS was so much better than any of the alternatives. So Mira went with it, just relaxed her body as Layla's mouth began to work at her entrance, her tongue gently lapping up the nasty vestiges of cum still rimming the brunette's just-raped pussy. Mira spread her thighs a little wider, giving her friend easier access. She sagged with relief as her friend's tongue explored her soft, wet, and sticky folds…her pussy a complete mess from her own orgasm and from Kasim's orgasm just moments earlier. To feel Layla's tongue lapping up the sticky, half-dried fluids from her sore cunt felt wonderful. It felt like a healing balm on her ravaged soul, almost, even though it still felt so wrong too. But the sexy brunette tried not to think of that… she just tried to be thankful for this brief respite, the brief moment of tender pleasure shared between her and Layla as Layla's tongue lovingly cleaned her pussy of the nasty evidence of her ordeal.

"Look, the bitch is enjoying this," Kasim muttered. The General nodded.

"So it appears. Look at these sluts. One is a born cunt-muncher and her friend is loving every second of it like a little lesbian lover. These American sluts are beyond the pale," the General growled. He watched for a few more moments as Layla slurped on Mira's quim, sucking in the last of the cum until Mira's pussy glistened with nothing except her friend's saliva.

"You nasty little cunts," the General suddenly roared. "Do you not know that you violate the will of Allah, with your nasty lesbian sex? It is an abomination, and for it you shall both be punished!"

Layla knelt back, her breasts jiggling as the General grabbed her by the hair and yanked her to her feet.

"No! Please, Sir! I was only following your commands!" she wailed. But the General's commands were not to be trusted, and his fickle judgments had only one purpose in mind - to torment his helpless female captives in any way he pleased. Now the General dragged Layla to the far side of the tent and produced a wickedly sharp knife.

"Now you learn the true meaning of pain, little slut." Brandishing the knife in front of the brunette's terrified eyes, he pressed the cold flat of the blade against her cheek and reached down with his other hand, plunging two fingers into her pussy and rubbing his fingertips against the insides of her sex even as his awful promise filled her ears like acid.

"Which will it be, bitch? Do you want me to slide this knife up your pussy…or your ass?"

*****

II

"No… Please!" Layla begged, the knife like a sheet of ice pressed against her cheek. The General reached down and pulled roughly on her pubic hair. Layla screamed.

"Worthless cunt. That is not an answer. I asked you which you preferred, this knife in your pussy or your ASS. Make up your mind." General Aamir now threw the pale, naked girl to the floor, bellowing for her to stay on her hands and knees. "Keep your ass up in the air for me, bitch, and don't move." He reversed the knife, pouring some kind of oil on the hilt of the weapon, and then pressed the hilt slowly into Layla's star-shaped opening. The lithesome girl groaned as she felt the hilt overwhelm her sphincter. She clenched her anal muscles, but she couldn't keep the foreign object from penetrating her. She groaned more deeply as she felt the General embed it deep in her ass.

"Stay there on your hands and knees, little cunt, and keep that knife embedded in your ass. If you let it fall, I'll re-insert it with the sharp end in your PUSSY and let you bleed out. Understand?"

'Oh god, he's crazy,' Layla thought. She quickly cried out, "Yes, Master. Please don't hurt me," and made sure not to move, letting the knife's hilt stay snugly fitted inside her anus. Meanwhile the General returned to Mira, who was still bound to the tent pole, her pussy exposed and glistening with Layla's spit.

"Now, what punishment should we have in store for you, nasty American slut?" the General growled.

Mira's beautiful brown tresses shook as she trembled, which in turn made her supple cones sway in a way that pleased her captors.

"Please, Master, have mercy. I'll be good, I'll be such a well-behaved slave, I swear. I'll do anything you want!" The General took a long riding crop from its hook on the tent wall and strode back over to the helpless, naked young girl. He swatted her pussy with the crop, a resounding SLAP echoing in the room as Mira screamed, instinctually closing her legs.

"OW! Please don't hurt me."

"Tie the slut's legs wide. I want to punish this young pussy," Aamir said. Kasim did as his commander ordered, re-binding the girl's ankles far apart so that she had no choice but to bare her slit, pink and lush and fully exposed.

Tears streamed down Mira's cheeks as she shook her head, trembling violently in anticipation of the next hit. "Please…you don't have to do this… I'll do what you want. I'll suck your cock. I'll fuck you. You…you can even fuck me in the ass."

The General's cold smile shone like a wintry sun. "I know that, bitch. I don't HAVE to do this. I WANT to." So saying, the General swatted her cunt lips with the crop, watching her cry out as her breasts jiggled, her hands clenching up. SLAP. SLAP. SMACK. The constant slam of the riding crop at the sexy brunette's exposed cunt sent ricochets of pain through the girl's body. A dull, throbbing ache soon bloomed at the apex of the girl's thighs, her sore pussy screaming for mercy even as Mira's cries filled the tent. But the General just slammed the crop harder, watching his helpless, naked captive squirm and beg until she finally passed out from the pain.

"Stupid bitch," the General said, shaking his head. "She couldn't handle a few love taps to her little pussy. What a worthless slave."

Kasim casually pinched the girl's nipples and stroked the girl's now sore, raw-looking young sex. "Do you want me to finish her off, Sir?" The General looked down at the soldier's cock, which had re-grown to a massive size.

The General shrugged. "Wake her up, then give her another good hard fucking, and then you can use the electro-shock and have some real fun with her before we take her to camp so that ALL of the men can fuck her holes until they tire of her."

The scar-faced soldier's eyes lit up with delight, like a boy with a new toy. He proceeded to splash cold water in Mira's face. When the beautiful brunette awoke, he kissed her flawless face right on the lips as she groaned.

"P…please…n-no more…" she sighed. But Kasim wasn’t interested in going easy on his captive. He undid her bonds and grasped the nape of her neck in his fist, forcing her at a stumbling pace over to the other side of the tent, where he now bent her over a table.

"Place your hands on the table. Good. Now, put your ass up for me, bitch. I want a good look at that sore pussy." When Mira wasn't fast enough to respond, the Islamic fighter slapped his open palm across her snatch. Mira cried out, her ass wiggling in a pleasing way as she felt the sting of her captor's swat on her delicate sex.

"Please, give me time to do what you ask," she groaned.

"Did I ask for back-talk? Stupid cunt. Now stay just like that. We have a nice long fuck now, infidel cunt. I LOVE fucking sore pussies." He then lined up his cock at the entrance to her exposed slit. With a grunt he thrust balls-deep into the poor girl, making the table rock forward as her entire body felt the sudden fullness of his 10-inch cock. Mira's eyes snapped open, her pussy on fire thanks to the chafing of her cunt lips against his calloused fingers, which he reached underneath to fondle her sex and clit. It became even worse with the constant friction each time Kasim fucked her with his deep, penetrating strokes, driving her into a panic.

"Please, OW! My PUSSY. It hurts so much. Please be gentle. AHHH!!" Mira moaned, her hard nipples feeling the harsh grains of the coarse wooden tabletop underneath her as Kasim grabbed her by the neck, holding her in place, fucking her like an animal.

"Quiet, stupid American cunt. This is the next part of your punishment, for all the sins of you and your people. You should feel fortunate that your worthless pussy gets to receive one more load of superior Arab jism. You will be blessed by the seed of one of Allah's warriors. So shut up and thank me for fucking you, bitch. Thank me for this cock as it drills your pathetic fuck-hole." As he said this he began smacking Mira's ass cheeks hard with his open palm, the loud smacks sounding in time to his captive's grunts and his own grunts each time he watched her pussy forced to engulf his stabbing prick. He fucked her as brutally as possibly, pounding her cunt with harsh, vengeful thrusts as he began smacking her ass cheeks harder still.

"Do it, slut. Thank me for this cock."

Mira's pretty young face contorted in pain, but she opened her mouth and cried out, "Thank you for fucking me, Sir. Thank you for plunging your superior Arab cock into my wet pussy. I love being fucked by Arab cock. AAHHH…OOOHHHH. Please, fuck me. UGH!!"

The rebel fighter kept plunging his stiff manhood into the girl's exposed sex, her continued grunts and cries filling the room like sweet music to his ears. He continued fondling her aching, abused cunt, which was still raw from being slammed by the riding crop. Meanwhile he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, making the sexy brunette arch her back as she gave the General, who was now standing on the other side of the table, a perfect view of her shaking tits.

"Ahhhh!!! Uhhh! Please!" Mira wailed.

"I said shut up, cunt! I only want to hear 'thank you' from you as I tear out your worthless pussy," Kasim roared. The General smiled.

"Let me give this slut some extra punishment on your behalf, Kasim." Saying this, the General took two alligator clips and placed one on each of Mira's nipples. The gorgeous girl groaned as she felt new stinging sensations at the tips of her sensitive young breasts. Kasim proceeded to yank on her hair harder with his one hand, holding her in place, even as his other hand rubbed furiously on her brutalized nerve bundle. The poor girl felt a burning between her legs that wouldn't stop. She was panting, grunting with pain mixed with a trace of traitorous pleasure, her pussy trickling fluids even as the ache of overstimulation threatened to drive her insane.

"Please Sir…Please stop touching my pussy. It's too sore from the beating. OHHH!" Mira begged. But her plea fell on deaf ears.

"Shut up, little whore. You will CUM on my cock as I fill you full of my hot Arab sperm one more time. I don't care if your little pussy is about to fall off - you WILL cum for me, bitch." Mira felt Kasim's shaft spear her aching sex again and again and again as his fingers plied her inner labia and clitoris, a strange mixture of pain and lust-coaxing sensation building up inside of her slender body as the soldier raped her. Finally it happened, the unthinkable. The brunette's jaw went slack, her eyes glazing over as the orgasm prepared to tear through her, as her body achieved the impossible despite the soreness of her love-hole, all thanks to the skillful fingers of Kasim as they plied her clit like putty in his hands. The General grasped Mira's chin, looking into her pretty face as the climax took her breath away.

"The little slut is CUMMING, Kasim. I see it on her face. Keep fucking her."

"AHHH. I feel the horny bitch. She's squeezing her little fuck-hole around my cock," Kasim growled.

Then it came full-force. The orgasm threw Mira over a cliff, her young pussy's spasms hugging the length of the cock raping her so hard. She cried out as her juices spurted down Kasim's shaft, coating it with her juices as she shuddered on the tabletop. Her hardened pink buds were numb because of the clips cruelly locked onto both of her breasts, but she felt her breasts throbbing with arousal as her orgasm peaked all the same. At the same time, the General cupped her chin and watched the kaleidoscope of emotions flash across the brunette's cute young face - mounting pleasure, euphoria, awful realization, shame, and then the extreme guilt of total surrender.

'The bastard made me cum. I actually came with his cock inside me,' Mira thought, her heart filled with despair as her cheeks reddened. But she had no time to dwell on her shame as Kasim's cock continued drilling her tight folds, which were soon becoming rubbed raw from the constant, pulverizing fucks.

"Ahhhh… OH! My turn, little cunt." Kasim groaned his release, pulling extra hard on the girl's hair as she arched her back with a cry. Mira felt his cock twitch inside of her, bursting with sticky jism that filled her raped love-hole to the brim. She moaned as she felt the last thick ropes of cum shoot from Kasim's cock, nestled deep inside her slick vagina. Then he pulled out slowly, watching as a long strand of cum still connected the tip of his penis to the ruined messiness of her snatch.

"Not bad," the General remarked. He reached over, fondling the enticing curves of Mira's ass as he watched some of Kasim's cum slowly ooze out of her raped sex. Mira was panting, still coming down from her intense orgasm as a pleasant warmth still clung to her core. "Let's flip her over, tie her up, and then you can apply the electro-shock torture."

Electro-shock. Wait? What?! Mira's mind whirled with despair as the two men manhandled her, flipping her onto her back across the tabletop, tying her wrists and ankles till she was spread-eagled.

"Please, wait! Stop! Masters, what are you doing?" she whimpered.

Kasim's leering face loomed above her. "You had your fun, bitch. Getting fucked by a supreme Arab cock was the pinnacle of your existence. From now on it's all down-hill, slut. Now I get to break you and torture you." So saying, Kasim took off the clips from her breasts and replaced them with clips attached to two electrodes. He put a third electrode-wired clip on the girl's clitoris. Mira shouted and squirmed, but she could hardly move, they'd tied her down so tight.

"This may hurt a little, bitch. I better gag you so you don't bite off your tongue. And you're in luck, little whore, because this is no ordinary gag." The scar-faced man produced a ball-gag with a cock-shaped end made of pink rubber. He inserted the cock-and-ball-gag into the girl's pretty mouth and fastened it tightly around her jaw. Then he walked over to a box on the wall with a dial and a few switches. He turned back to the girl. Mira's pretty brown eyes widened with fear as she begged 'NNN!!! PLS!!!' through her gag. Kasim seemed to take a long, satisfying moment so size up the scene: Mira's beautiful, naked body, her alluring breasts and smooth belly, her fine muff of pubic hair enshrouding a perfectly sexy young pussy glistening with his seed - all laid bare and powerless before him.

The General nodded.

"Show this American cunt the real meaning of being a pain-slut, soldier." Kasim grinned and turned the dial as jolts of energy shot through Mira's supple cones and sex. The girl's muffled screams sounded through the gag as she writhed in agony.

*****

Just across, on the other side of the tent, Musad watched Mira's ordeal. The younger soldier, a fresh recruit with a beardless, boyish face, could stay in the background no longer. When he saw Mira's naked body writhing on the table, his balls felt ready to burst with churning cum. Previously he been paying closer attention watching the pretty young blonde and the sexy Latina bust their cunts on the giant dildos for what seemed like an hour straight. He had even knelt down beside them, pouring lubricant onto their cunts and rubbing each girl's clit hard with his fingers. He had watched with delight as first the blonde slut named Sandy had gushed down the dildo she was humping hard and fast. Soon afterward, the busty Latina had been forced to cream up on her appointed dildo, Musad's hand rubbing her clit fervently until she cried out - and her body writhed for a good minute as her pussy convulsed and squeezed frantically around the giant red dildo, coating every inch of it in her sweet juices.

At last he could wait no longer. It was past time for him to feel the ecstasy of pleasure. Now, putting a hand underneath each girl's chin, he forced both young women to look at him.

"I've enjoyed the show you've put on, little sluts, but now I need some relief. So which one of you wants to fuck a fine, male specimen? Which one of you wants to get stuffed full with my hard, magnificent dick?"

Sandy and Arianna exchanged fearful looks; clearly neither girl was keen on the idea of being raped just like their friends Layla and Mira. Arianna's strong, noble face darkened in disgust as she looked at his elongated shaft, bulging with veins as it saluted her nakedness. Musad leaned down, rubbing her overly sensitized clit as he watched her pussy continue pumping itself up and down the tireless red shaft.

"Wouldn't you like some relief, little cunt? Wouldn't you prefer a silky-firm, REAL man's cock to riding that ribbed monstrosity?" The Latina's rich brown eyes softened as her resolve wavered. She didn't like the idea of being raped, but her pussy was also starting to get very sore, riding the hard, ribbed length of this giant dildo. Part of her yearned for just a few moments of relief. The chafing of the giant red dildo inside her pussy walls was starting to get to her. Even though her pussy was creaming up with arousal now, even though her nipples were hardened pink diamonds as lust surged with intoxicating power throughout her young body - she needed a rest. Being fucked by a man's cock might have seemed an odd choice for 'rest,' but compared to the harsh edges of the dildo it was exactly that.

Hardly able to believe her own words, the Latina beauty licked her lips and spoke.

"Yes, Master. Please…fuck me." Sandy's eyes widened at her friend's appalling words, but Arianna ignored her. 'And who knows,' Arianna thought, 'maybe if I fuck him willingly he'll be gentler with me.' It was a long-shot, but Arianna didn't know what else to do. She was all too aware of Mira's muffled screams as the other two men tortured the poor girl's pussy with electric shocks. So with a shiver of fear and a tiny glimmer of hope, Arianna waited as Musad leaned down, kissing her softly on the lips.

"Good girl. Now come here." He sat back, his cock stiff as a flagpole as it sprouted from his pubic muff. Arianna slowly crawled over to him and mounted it, awkward because her wrists were still bound in front of her. She sank her pussy down on it as she bit her lip, groaning as it filled her. It wasn't half-bad, though, not compared to the unyielding, harsh surface of the resin-made ribbed dildo. The smooth, silky-firm texture of Musad's manhood was a welcome change as Arianna began bouncing on the Islamic fighter's lap, feeling his cock stretching her pussy as he stroked her hips with his hands and groaned appreciatively.

"That's it, slut. Ride my cock. Bust your pussy on a real man's dick. This is a real Arab cock, not one of your tiny American pricks. Are you thankful, bitch? Tell me how thankful you are."

"Aaaahhhh… I'm…very thankful, Master. Ooohhh…your cock feels so good," she purred, playing along even as part of her, the aroused part of her, willingly impaled her dripping sex on his cock as happily as if Musad were her boyfriend instead of a man in the service of a sick, depraved rebel general. It was as if this awful, sadistic ordeal had unlocked another side of Arianna too - a side of her feminine nature that loved to be dominated and subjected to the depravity only a willing sex slave could understand.

General Aamir walked over beside the furiously fucking couple. He pinched Arianna's left nipple, watching her groan with the stab of pain slicing through her tit. Then he pinched her other nipple, satisfied as another yelp of surprise escaped from her pretty, lush lips.

"This one seems to be an especially eager fuck-toy. Do you want to keep her around for a while, soldier? Every soldier of Allah deserves to have women to serve him, to worship his cock as it should be worshipped."

Musad managed to speak between grunts, thoroughly distracted as Arianna ground her crotch on top of him, her pussy hugging his cock like a satin-soft vice.

"Y-yes General. May I keep her as my slave?"

The General nodded. "For as long as you like, soldier. Think of it as Allah's reward for your service."

"Th-thank you for your generosity," Musad groaned. He reached up, cupping Arianna's large breasts as the girl moaned. He was thrusting upward roughly now, really fucking his young captive even as she plunged her pussy down to encase his penis. The two were fucking like real lovers now, their zeal only partly faked by the Latina as she felt her libido swamping all sense of reason. A few minutes later everyone else in the tent heard Arianna's cry as she came hard on Musad's shaft, her juices surging down his prick, drenching his lap in her fluids.

"AAAHHHH!! Uhhhh…" Arianna sighed, but she kept fucking. She knew it wasn't wise to stop. She felt Musad's cock straining deep inside the glove of her sex, ready to explode.

"Are you ready to take my cum, whore?"

"Yes Master!" Arianna huffed breathlessly. "Please come hard in my pussy." She didn't know what else to say. Getting pregnant was the least of her problems given the frightening sadism she had already witnessed. She squealed as she felt Musad stiffen inside of her. His cock spewed wave after wave of cum, thick ropes of jism that filled up her insides and made her feel like her very soul had been tainted. She groaned as she felt the final spasms of his cock nestled inside her sex, so much sticky jism seeping from the tight seal of her cunt lips as she shifted on his lap.

"Ooohhh…look at you, little whore. You wrung every last drop from my balls. I bet you're already pregnant," Musad growled. Humiliation colored Arianna's cheeks as she looked down, unable to believe it. Cum leaked from her pussy, pooling on the Arab soldier's lap. He told her to lick it up. She did, slurping noisily at the scratchy pubic hair of her captor until she'd swallowed all of his jism, flavored slightly with her own juices and bits of shed pubic hair. She wanted to gag, but she managed to lick her chops and sit up, dutifully awaiting her Master's next command.

'This is my life now,' Arianna thought. There would be no going back. No escape.

Arianna, Mira, Layla, and Sandy, four beautiful girls, once humanitarians, were doomed to a life of sexual servitude and torture for what little time remained to them.

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THE END

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I hope you enjoyed the story. Remember, always indulge your fantasies, the darker and kinkier the better. Disclaimer: I do not in any way support torture or rape in real life. This is a fantasy :)

~gaggedKitty
2 comments

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2016-11-15 15:19:07
Wow. That was brilliant unrelenting stuff. Please write more.

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2016-11-07 20:44:10
Perfect

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