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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 travelling, 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 hers 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 spending 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 butt cheeks. 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."
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As the President read through the CIA report, he began shaking his head in that disjointed way he had when he was 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 marshalling 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. He had the young woman kneeling before him, stripped of her flight suit and with her arms tied behind her back. A petite, redhead with an athletic body-everyone referred to her by her call sign " Tomboy," the woman presented a fascinating contrast to the muscular Major Barker. He found her to be attractive in a boyish way with her small breasts, slender build, and short, red hair. Though Tomboy tried to maintain a brave front, the General could sense her fear; he could literally smell it emulating from her sweat covered body. It will be interesting, he thought, to put the two American women together.
A short time later, he had them together. A nude Diana was lying on her stomach on the table, her booted feet on the floor and her strong arms bound behind her back. A swarthy, naked soldier stood behind her, his erect cock plowing her distended asshole. In front of Diana, another of the General's guards was using her mouth; holding her hair, he held her head still as he pumped his cock in and out of her open mouth. Grunts and soft moans were coming from Diana to accompany the louder panting of the guards as they used the submissive woman. The General held Tomboy's hair, forcing her to watch as his men raped the broken female Air Force officer. Tears ran down Tomboy's face as she watched in horror. Her body shook with her own fear as she was forced to watch Diana's body being buffeted between the two angry men. Helplessly she watched as man after man raped Diana's mouth and ass. She wanted to say something, to stop this horror; but she was too afraid. As she looked on, the General whispered into her ear:
" This is what will happen to you as well, my little American Marine; after I have used you first, of course. No one will save you! What you see is nothing compared to what that whore has endured and what you will also endure. You are no longer American warriors- now you are Iraqi whores!"
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. They had been landed from two MH-47's here, deep in the Iraqi rear area, only an hour before. Now the assault team waited tensely inside their Trojan horse, a captured Iraqi army truck, while the support team waited in two man teams spread throughout the dunes. The lookout had already signalled 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 and into the headquarters area.
By now Tomboy had seen eight men use Diana as she lay passively on the table. Their brutality horrified her. Even worse, to her terrified mind, was the submissive manner with which Diana seemed to accept the brutal attacks. Tomboy knew and admired Diana Barker by her reputation within the close knit community of female flyers; she could not understand how these men had turned her into their unresisting fuck toy. The sight of this muscular woman being used and degraded by her enemies and not fighting back was heartbreaking to Tomboy. How, she wondered, could see resist them if Diana Barker could not?
" That is enough! " , the General ordered the guards, " You are dismissed. See that no one disturbs me for an hour."
The guards filed out, leaving Tomboy alone with the General and Diana. Diana remained face down on the table, almost zombie like now in her passivity. Tomboy could see that the guards' cum covered her face, leaving a white mask over her mouth and chin. Diana's asshole was a gapping circle, dripping the thick cum onto her cunt before it dropped to the floor and formed a puddle of white on the concrete. Tomboy thought that Diana looked like a queen, brought low by her enemies but still regal even in her suffering. Pulling Tomboy to Diana by her hair, the General pushed her face close to the other woman's ass and taunted her,
" Take a close look at her asshole. Yours will look like that- like a whore's cunt! Take a closer look! Taste my men's sperm; lick her clean like a good little American whore!" The General pushed Tomboy's face into Diana's sperm covered ass as he spoke. He pulled painfully on her short hair and screamed at her,
" Do it whore! Clean your comrade of my men's sperm before I call the men back and let them have you!" Terrified, Tomboy obeyed. She put out her pink, little tongue and began hesitantly scooping the slimy white man seed into her mouth. Grimacing at the bitter, salty taste of the men's cum, she licked it carefully from Diana's cunt and asshole. Tomboy kept her eyes tightly shut while she licked, as if to hide the horrible reality of the situation.
" Good. Now put your tongue into her ass and clean her! DO IT!" Tomboy pressed her lips to Diana's open asshole and then extended her tongue into the hot, foul tasting opening. As Tomboy moved her tongue about inside Diana's asshole, A soft moan came from Diana. Diana had tried not to respond to the soft probing tongue, vowing not to take pleasure from the Marine's humiliation. But the feeling of the tongue moving inside her still sensitive colon defeated her. Diana's face became flushed as Tomboy's tongue moved down to her unused cunt. She knew how embarrassing this was for the female Marine but could not help drawing some pleasure from the soft stimulation. At the General's orders, Tomboy kept licking her cunt until , to Diana's intense embarrassment, Diana's cunt began to lubricate itself. Diana shuddered, more in embarrassment than arousal, at her body's betrayal.
Tomboy had never had sex with another woman; she had never tasted another woman's secretions. But she instantly knew what it was when Diana's lubricants hit her tongue. Tomboy was as repelled by Diana's taste as she had been by that of the Iraqi's cum. She felt as if the other woman had betrayed her, that Diana was enjoying her degradation!
Mercifully, the General pulled her face out of Diana's cunt. Ordering both of the women to stand, he pressed them together, Tomboy's front to Diana's back. Making Diana squat slightly, he tied Tomboy to Diana with a single piece of rope encircling the waists of both women. Then he ordered Diana to kneel on the floor, hoisting Tomboy off the floor and onto Diana's broad back and bound arms. By now, Tomboy had realized his intent; she kicked wildly with her legs to keep him away as Diana knelt impassively underneath her with her head on the cold concrete. Dodging her flying legs, the General caught each in turn and tied it to Diana's leg until Tomboy was helpless. She still struggled, trying to throw Diana on her back to protect herself; but the older, heavier woman held her fast. She called out to Diana for help,
" PLEASE, DON'T HELP HIM…….MOVE !!!!!!" But Diana did not move. Impervious to another's pain after suffering so much of her own, she concentrated on staying on her knees and tried to close her mind to what was going to happen to Tomboy. The smaller woman's struggles grew even more frenzied as the General positioned himself behind her and began to probe Tomboy's asshole with his fingers. Slowly, he opened her tiny spincter with his fingers, adding another each time he gained a few millimetres in his fight against her spincter ring. As Tomboy screamed and struggled, he slowly opened her virgin asshole with his fingers.
" NO…PLEASEEE….PLEASEEE…..HELP ME..AAAHHHHEEEE" Using his thumbs now, the General spread her spincter open, stretching her painfully in preparation for penetrating her asshole with his cock. Helplessly anchored to the larger form of Diana, Tomboy could do nothing to protect herself as the General opened her asshole. He positioned the head of his cock at the small opening and pushed until the head lodged itself inside the woman's ass. Still pulling her spincter apart with his thumbs, he leaned toward Tomboy's pale, feckled back and thrust as hard as he could.
" AAAHHHEEE!…. NOO…..PLEASEE…"
Firmly embedded inside her ass, the General shifted his grip to her hips; he pushed his cock into her impossibly tight asshole again as the sweat began to stream off his bare chest. Again and again, he pressed his cock into her until it was about half way into her ass. Then he stopped, pausing to savior the hot, tight asshole gripping his cock. As Tomboy took his cock into her ass, 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 kilometres away, the signal reached the commander of the attached attack helicopter battalion. He passed the GO signal on to his fifteen aircraft which were hovering around him like giant prehistoric insects 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.
Tomboy was impaled on the General's cock. She was trapped between his bulk and Diana's muscular back and arms, the ropes at her waist and feet holding her immobile. Tomboy's breasts were pressed into Diana's sweaty back as the woman's muscular arms enveloped their sides. Her face was also pressed into Diana's back , her tears and drool mixing with Diana's sweat to form a pool on the tanned skin of the older woman. The pain of the man's cock forcing its way into her virgin hole felt like a burning log being rammed up her ass. As the General forced his cock into her, he was chanting:
" CUNT… WHORE… SLUT… CUNT… BITCH.. SLUT… BITCH… WHORE…"
Tomboy screamed from the pain engulfing her; but General Rashid's penis continued to penetrate her colon, filling her brain with waves of buring pain. He managed to force his entire cock into her tiny ass so that his pubic hair nestled against her pale skinned asscheeks. Then he began to fuck, sawing in and out of her tight passage. For Tomboy, the pain and humiliation were overwhelming; for the General, the young woman's tight ass was sheer pleasure. It squeezed his cock like a hand would, gripping tighter as he thrust into her and releasing slightly as he withdrew his cock until only the head was still inside her. Harder and harder he rode the moaning redhead, making both her body and Diana's shake with the force of his thrusts. Finally, he could take no more of Tomboy's tightness. The General came, filling the captured pilot's asshole with his hot cum. He rested for a moment on the redhead's back. Then he got up and shakily walked around to Diana's head. Holding her head up by her hair, he presented his blood and shit stained cock to her and ordered:
" Now you will clean me ,whore ! Lick her shit off my cock!"
Diana obeyed. Taking his filthy cock into her mouth, she began. As she licked and sucked on his cock, Diana could feel the sobs still shaking tomboy's body. She concentrated on controlling her own revulsion at performing such a degrading task, painfully conscious of the bloody, shit stained cock filling her mouth. When that cock suddenly disappeared from her mouth, Diana looked up in surprise. The General had stepped back and was looking in amazement at something behind her. Suddenly, three red splotches appeared on the man's chest. As Diana watched dumbfounded, the General stumbled backwards with a look of dumb shock on his face. He hit and then slid down the wall, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Diana froze motionless in fear. From behind her she heard a voice speaking in English-American Army English.
" FUCK!! Hey, Captain, you got to fucking see this! The fuckin, raghead fuckers were having a fuckin party!" EPILOGUE: Major Diana Barker made it back to Saudi 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.
