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FEMALE POW2: NIGHTMARE IN BOSNIA Part 2(REVISED)
By conwic@aol.com
"Please...get him off ME", cried a nearly hysterical Bobbie, referring to the
dead body of the Muhajideen leader lying over her.
"Certainly, young lady", replied Arkan smoothly as he bent to grab the man's
body, " I am so sorry that this happened. We saw the Moslem swine shot your
plane down and came as quickly as we could to help you. We must work quickly;
where is your pilot? Is he all right?"
"Valkyrie?", said the shaken Bobbie, " Oh my God! I don't know what happened to
her?"
A thoroughly confused Arkan looked up, still holding the bloody corpse of the
Moslem leader. " Her?... The American pilot is a HER?", he exclaimed. Despite
his guise as the noble rescuer, Arkan could not help smiling ferally at the
thought of two American women literally falling into his hands. Since he
recovered rapidly, his lapse went unnoticed; Bobbie was too shaken and too happy
to be rescued from the Muhajideen gang rape to be looking closely at who had
rescued her or why.
" We must find her. They will be after her too! You must help us find her before
something terrible like this happens to her!"
" The radio!", exclaimed Bobbie through her sobs, " I forgot about the radio.
Maybe we can reach her on it. Its in my vest somewhere around here. They threw
it on the ground when they .....attacked me."
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Valkyrie had by this time reached the top of a small knoll. With an unhindered
line of sight, her hand held survival radio was able to reach Goose, still
circling his F-14 overhead. Because of the cloud cover, neither he nor Gumby had
seen what or who had downed her plane. They had been forced to circle helplessly
overhead, waiting for some word after they had lost contact with Valkyrie's
F-14. They had been within five minutes of leaving, their fuel barely enough for
the trip back to the carrier when they heard Valkyrie's voice.
Valkyrie could only tell them that there had been no warning on the radar
receiver and that she had seen nothing. She also told them about the men who had
come after her. Her voice choked as she told her squadron mates that she did not
know what had happened to Bobbie, hoping that they might have heard from her via
her survival radio. Goose's laconic, " Negative, Chevy one" cut through her like
a knife.
She had grown so close to the younger woman.
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"That's her. That's Valkyrie. She's alive." exclaimed Bobbie happily as she
heard Goose's reply. Though they could not hear Valkyrie because of the
intervening terrain, the meaning of the transmission was clear to Arkan; the
woman pilot was alive and in contact with her comrades. She would, he feared, be
rescued before he could get to her. The next transmission calmed his fears.
"Negative, Chevy one. Mother says that you are to proceed to the preplanned PUP.
A TARP will extract you there. I say again, since we do not know what got you,
Mother will not authorize pick up at your current location. There will be a bird
overhead to monitor this frequency. Do you Roger?"
There was a brief burst of static, then the voice returned, " Roger,
Chevy one.....sorry, Valkyrie. You're on your own until then. Good
luck. Out"
Bobbie reached for her radio which Arkan was holding. " Please, let me tell them
I'm OK.", she asked. Bobbie was wearing her flight suit now, the only part of
her clothing besides her combat boots which had survived the attack upon her.
Having her clothes back made her feel at lot better, though the sticky feeling
of the men's cum inside her cunt and slowly dribbling out of her onto her legs
gave her a feeling of being unclean. Nor did she like the looks of the men
around her except for their leader; she felt safe around him.
But Arkan held onto the radio. " Later perhaps. My superiors may want to make
the announcement. You understand, don't you? First, what did he mean about
"Mother" telling her to "PUP"? What is a "TARP"? It is important we get to your
friend quickly. You do not want her to be captured and attacked like you were,
do you?"
Still trusting in the man who had saved her, Bobbie answered without thinking,
"No, of course not. "Mother" means the higher headquarters, the Carrier we are
from, the Eisenhower. A "PUP is a pick up point, a place to hide near an open
area where a helicopter can land. Our PUP is in the next valley. The TARP is a
team of Marines with helicopter gunships to secure the area."
" I see!. Tell me where this "PUP" is. We'll pick up your friend there so she'll
be safe. We'll surprise her, hmm."
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Valkyrie had just finished talking to the aircraft when she saw the lights below
her, moving towards her like fireflies in the growing twilight. She could see
half a dozen lights moving through the trees in a line, obviously searching for
something. My footprints, she thought; they're following my tracks in the snow.
She looked to the West, toward the location of her pick up point. The sheer side
of a cliff loomed between her and the next valley; she would have to move around
it and then over the mountain to reach her pick up point. With a sense of
urgency, Valkyrie moved down the side of the knoll, taking care to stay within
the wooded fringe. She did what she could to make it harder to track her, but
she realized that she did not have the time to be clever. She had to use the
waning light to get some distance between her and her unknown pursuers.
Valkyrie was growing colder now as the sun disappeared. Her flight suit and long
underwear were little protection against a Balkan winter night, even in March.
The temperature was freezing now, she thought, it would be zero or below by
dawn. She would have to keep moving or freeze. As she moved into the low ground,
Valkyrie choose to move to her left, uphill, to go around the cliff. Her mind
was racing, trying to remember something- anything- from her training which
could help her now. What she remembered was a scene from an old John Wayne
Western she had seen a dozen times as a kid. She would use the mountain stream
running in front of the cliff to cover her tracks, just like the Duke. She
carefully laid a false trail past the stream and then walked backwards to the
stream by stepping in her own footsteps, silently praying that whoever was after
her was not a fan of the Duke's movies. The water was brutally cold; but it was,
she knew, the only way she could avoid leaving tracks for her pursuers to use
against her. As the dark engulfed her, Valkyrie fought her way up the stream.
Frequently, she stumbled on rocks until she was soaked to the waist, letting the
cold further sap her strength. Branches from the banks of the stream racked her
face. Only her will and the fear of what capture would mean kept her going. Her
lower body was soaked; her upper body was covered with sweat from her struggles.
She paused every now and then to drink a little of the water to quiet the
growling in her stomach. She had no food; that had been abandon with her
parachute. Her feet had grown numb from the cold water, her legs were leaden
from the ordeal of struggling up hill over the rocky stream bed. Still, she
persisted until there was no more stream. Then, too cold to risk the luxury of
rest without shelter, she forced herself upward to the crest of the ridge. Below
her in the darkness was, she knew, the valley where she was to be rescued. She
checked her position with her hand held GPS and got an azimuth to the pick up
point. Carefully, she began to pick her way down the rocky slope in total
darkness. The thought of rescue was all that kept her putting one foot in front
of another. After the events of the last ten hours, a flyer with less will power
would have long ago given up to the cold and the fatigue. Slowly, she made her
way down the mountain side. The gnawing in her stomach was growing painful now,
but Valkyrie knew that it was her constant shivering that was the greater
problem. She knew that she had to get something to eat to starve off hypothermia
from her prolonged exposure to the cold water. As dawn appeared, Valkyrie saw a
barn like building at the edge of the woods she was using for cover. Her need
drove Valkyrie to risk entering the building. Cautiously, she explored the empty
barn, her pistol ready. She found nothing eatable until she opened a small
storage area beside the cattle pens. There she found a small pile of half rotten
turnips, cattle feed in this part of the world. Valkyrie stared at them with
disgust for a moment; then with a resigned sigh picked one up and bit into it.
The mushy, bitter taste of the half rotten, frozen turnip filled her mouth, but
Valkyrie forced herself to keep chewing. She choked down the pungent, earthy
mess and forced herself to take another bite. It took all her will power to
finish that raw turnip. It took just as much to pick up the next one.
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Arkan smiled and said, "Thank you Lt. Malone. No, that is too formal;
I shall call you Bobbie. You have been very helpful. Particularly, I found what
you said about your friend, Valkyrie, to be very interesting. She sounds like a
remarkable woman. I shall enjoy meeting her. We will meet your friend at this
PUP of your's. Now,... there is one more thing I want you to do. Face the car
window, Bobbie."
Bobbie looked at her rescuer without understanding. It took her a moment to
realize that he was holding a pistol, pointing directly at her.
"Wa ..What are you doing?....I don't understand."
" FACE THE WINDOW! You silly whore, the Moslem's didn't shoot you down; my men
did! You Americans are so naive. You go around the world pushing people around,
and then you are surprised because everyone hates you. FACE THE WINDOW!"
Still not comprehending, Bobbie turned to the window of the land rover's
backseat. Arkan roughly took her arms and handcuffed them behind her back with
cuffs the grinning guard in the front seat handed him. Then he jerked her around
to face him. Putting up the gun, he opened the zipper on Bobbie's flight suit to
expose the bare skin underneath. Grinning widely, he pushed the flaps of the
suit aside to free her small, pert breasts. He stroked them softly until the red
nubs of her nipples were erect. Bobbie cringed under his touch.
"Pleaseee....don't do this to me.....please don't.", Bobbie begged. The shock of
having Arkan betray her, coming so soon after the ordeal of her gang rape,
overwhelmed the young flyer's will to resist. She felt paralyzed, totally
helpless to resist him.
"I am going to show you something, my little American aviator. A little trick I
like to use to get a woman's attention."
Arkan took a piece of nylon fishing line out of his pocket and laid it over his
lap. With a few rapid movements of his hands he tied one end into a tiny noose.
Then, his eyes still fixed on Bobbie's, he did the same to the other end. As
Bobbie sat there transfixed, he looped one of the tiny nooses over her right
nipple and gently tightened it until Bobbie gave a little gasp. He repeated the
process on her left nipple with the other end of the almost invisible line.
Bobbie was so terribly frightened; she was unable to even breath. Holding the
line, each hand a few inches from Bobbie's now elongated nipple, Arkan pulled
slowly, drawing her forward and off the seat as the thin thread cut cruelly into
her sensitive nub. He guided her onto the floor of the land rover between his
legs, using only the fishing line to maneuver her. When he had her in place,
Arkan toyed with the line, jerking first one side and then the other to draw an
agonized response from the kneeling young woman. To Bobbie, it felt as if he
were cutting her nipples off her breasts. The pain was sharp and intense.
"OHHH!...Pleasee don't.....it hurts so!.....pleasee, I'll do what ever you want;
just don't hurt me any more...AHHH!.. Pleasee!"
She looked up at him, her face just above the level of his crotch as he sat
straddling her. He used one hand to open his pants and extract his cock. The
erect organ was almost touching her face. Bobbie involuntarily flinched.
"Lick it, Bobbie", Arkan ordered, emphasizing his words by pulling on the line
attached to her right nipple. Bobbie cried out as the pain intensified yet
again.
Sobbing and with tears streaming down her face, Bobbie bent her head forward and
put out her tongue. She touched her pink tongue to the warm flesh of his cock
with its sour, overwhelmingly masculine odor and then licked across the head of
his cock. Her mind mercifully blank, Bobbie licked the head and then the top of
his cock. He held his cock in one hand, raising it to allow her to lick the
sensitive ridge along its underside. As Bobbie licked his cock, making it shiny
with her salvia, Arkan guided her actions with the line encircling her nipples,
using them like the reins of a horse to guide and dominate the kneeling woman.
Arkan savored the sensation of her warm, soft tongue caressing his cock for as
long as he could. When he could stand it no longer, he dropped the fishing line,
grabbed her short hair with both hands, and began to fuck her face, brutally
using her mouth as if it were a cunt. He thrust into her mouth until his
cockhead was pounding at the entrance to her throat, choking the handcuffed
American flyer with each thrust.
"Yes..Is that too much for you, bitch?.. you can tell your friend Valkyrie about
how it feels in your throat...SUCK IT SLUT!"
Trying hard not to panic, Bobbie forced herself to breath during the few seconds
when he had withdrew his cock for the next thrust, desperately trying to suck
air to her tortured lungs around the cock still halfway inside her mouth. Harder
and harder Arkan rode Bobbie's mouth, his cock gliding over the girl's hot,
moist tongue to hit her throat before withdrawing to repeat the process again
and again. Bobbie's jaws were stretched to their limits to accommodate Arkan's
male member. She was gagging involuntarily each time his cockhead forced its way
into her throat. She could not breath. As his thrusts went deeper and faster,
Bobbie was unable to draw any air into her lungs. Her lungs were burning as her
mind began to swim into blackness. Helpless and frightened, she could only
crouched there on the car's floor as he raped her mouth, moving her head back
and forth over his cock as if he were masturbating with her face! Just before
Bobbie lost consciousness, she felt for the first time the hot bitterness of a
man's cum filling her mouth. But instead of withdrawing, he kept his cock inside
her mouth as his sticky white cum poured down her throat, cutting off what
little air she could suck around his cock. Then blackness overwhelmed her.
Bobbie did not know how long she was unconscious. When she came to, she was
still on the land rover's floor, still handcuffed. The nylon line was still
around her nipples though she saw that it had been retied from a single strand
noose. Now she had the nylon line wrapped repeatedly around her nipples, making
the tip swell from the blood trapped there. Still, she felt only a dull ache
there rather than the sharp pain she had felt when he had repeatedly tightened
it around her nipples. She stared sadly at her exposed breasts, the nipples
distended into an hourglass shape by the fishing line. She could feel the car
moving and hear Arkan talking on a radio. The salty, sticky taste in her mouth
brought back the painful memory of what he had done to her. As she lay there
exhausted by her ordeal and lulled by the gently rocking of the car, the
realization of what she had done hit her. Oh Val, she thought, oh God, I told
him how to find you.
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At dawn, Valkyrie approached the wooded hill near the meadow that was her pick
up point. Cold and hungry, she nevertheless felt elated at the prospect that she
was only an hour or two from rescue. She knew that she had only to check out the
area and then call in the rescue party, the TARP. Carefully, she moved through
the wooded area to the edge of the meadow. It was then that she saw the small
figure at the corner of the field. Valkyrie's heart jumped as she recognized the
figure; it was Bobbie! She ran toward her backseater and then stopped in her
tracks. There was something wrong; Bobbie, who appeared to be leaning against a
tree, had her flight suit open to expose her breasts. Valkyrie could see that
Bobbie was shaking her head though no sounds came from the woman. As she stared
at Bobbie, a camouflaged uniformed man rose from the bushes at Bobbie's feet.
"Surrender, Lieutenant. My men are all around you. You cannot escape!"
Valkyrie looked around her. At the sound of the man's voice, other men had
appeared at the top of the hill to her left. She saw that she was cut off from
escape. Valkyrie reached into her holster for her 9mm pistol.
" Do not be foolish!", the man yelled as he pressed a pistol against Bobbie's
forehead, " I will kill your friend if you fire! Drop your pistol!"
Valkyrie hesitated for a second but then complied. In a moments time, she had
her survival vest torn off and her hands cuffed behind her back as one of the
men held her own pistol to her head. Valkyrie did not resist. The men then
walked her toward Bobbie. Valkyrie saw a gagged and bound Bobbie was being led
towards her- by something pulling her exposed breasts! She saw that Bobbie's
nipples were horribly distended, being pulled at least two inches beyond their
normal length. From the expression in the younger woman's eyes, Valkyrie knew
that the pain must be tremendous. Valkyrie saw that Bobbie's face was covered
with a whitish scum. The men had raped her, thought Valkyrie; I'll be next! But
her fear for herself was less than her anger at the men who had hurt her friend.
"Bastards!... big, brave men... How many of you did it take to rape one woman
half your size? ..... that the only way you assholes can get it up?"
Of the Serbs, only Arkan could understand her words though all understood her
tone. To Valkyrie's surprise, his response to her outburst was a laugh. In his
own language, Arkan told his men that they finally had a woman who would be a
challenge, a welcome change from those cringing Moslems they had been used to.
Then he turned to the seething Valkyrie.
"Ah! Lieutenant Valkyrie! I have been looking forward to meeting you. Bobbie has
told me so much about her big, strong pilot. I have such plans for you."
Valkyrie was flabbergasted at the man's response but recovered quickly. " I'm
not afraid of you! There's a lot of Marines on their way here. You better be the
one who's worried, you Rapist!"
" I might be.... if you had ever told them you were here." Holding up the radio
he had been monitoring- Bobbie's radio, Arkan gloated, " but you never told
them, did you."
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An hour later, Arkan led a thoroughly frightened and crying Bobbie into an
abandon barn, pulling her after him by the lines attached to her swollen
nipples, exposed in her unzipped flight suit. A rope was tied around her neck.
The other end was wrapped around Valkyrie's neck, forcing her to follow or ,
between her resistance and Arkan's pulling, rip Bobbie's nipples off. Valkyrie
was trying to put up a brave front for Bobbie's sake but was sweating from her
own fear. The pair was led into the filthy interior, littered with rusted farm
equipment. Valkyrie was positioned under a heavy, exposed beam. As one of the
guards held a rifle to her chest, two men tied ropes to her booted feet and ran
them to a broken plow and the wheel of a derelict tractor. They pulled on the
ropes, painfully spreading Valkyrie's feet beyond the width of her broad
shoulders before they tied them to the two pieces of the heavy farm debris.
Arkan untied the rope connecting Valkyrie and Bobbie's necks from the still
gagged Bobbie and threw the end to one of the guards. The guard ran the rope end
over the exposed beam and pulled, forcing the handcuffed Valkyrie up on her toes
as she struggled to keep from choking. She struggled frantically, fearing that
they were going to hang her here as Bobbie watched. Once she had been
immobilized by the ropes at her feet and neck, one of the men unlocked
Valkyrie's handcuffs. As two other men held her arms, he tied a rope around each
of her wrists and one by one ran the other end over the beam to which her noose
was tied. As his helpers continued to hold her left arm behind her back, he
pulled on the other rope until her arm was raised- despite her struggle-above
her head until her hand touched the beam. He tied the rope off to an upright and
proceeded to repeat the process with her left arm. Valkyrie now was suspended by
her arms, her toes barely scraping the dirt floor as she scrambled for support.
Her weight bore painfully on her shoulder joints, forcing a cry from her
clenched lips. The rope around her neck was no longer choking her, but it was
forcing her to keep her head up in order to be able to breath. The men then
stood back and watched as Arkan took a long single edged knife from his belt and
held it in front of Valkyrie. He smiled at Valkyrie as he pulled the zipper of
her flight suit down. He inserted the knife blade where the zipper stopped and
slashed downward. Valkyrie involuntarily flinched. Slowly and silently, Arkan
cut the woman's clothes from her body as his men and Bobbie watched. Valkyrie
tried to remain still as he cut her clothes away but could not keep herself from
moving away from the cold metal of the blade whenever it touched her skin. In
moments she was left naked but for her boots and her dogtags. Arkan stood back
to admire the results, staring hungrily at her large breasts with their quarter
size auroras and erect nipples and at the thick patch of blonde hair between her
legs.
" Yes...you will do very well.", Arkan gloated as he ran his hands over her flat
stomach to her large breasts, weighing them in his palms as he pressed his
thumbs into her large nipples.
" You can't get away with this! This is a war crime! I demand to be treated in
accordance with the Geneva Conventions.", barked an angry Valkyrie.
"Oh, but I can get away with this. I have been getting away with this for years.
There is none of your stupid Geneva Convention here. And no one can help you
here, my big strong American. You are mine now, the spoils of war."
As Arkan spoke, he was already tying his fishing line into a nipple noose. While
Valkyrie watched horrified, he slipped the thin nylon line over her right
nipple. Slowly he tightened the line until her nipple was encircled by a ring of
pain. Then he tightened it more.
"AHH!, ...You Bastard!....AAHHH!...Stop it! AHHH!......STOP"
Then he slipped the fishing line over her left nipple and tightened it, turning
its red tip into an hourglass shape as he slowly pulled on the thin line.
Valkyrie could not believe the pain coming from her nipples; they felt as if
they were being sliced off. Arkan pulled the fishing line even tighter; then he
slowly wrapped the line around each nipple until the tips of Valkyrie's nipples
bulged with the trapped blood. Finally he began pulling on the lines, making
Valkyrie's breasts bob up and down to the amusement of his watching men.
Valkyrie was filled with rage at the man standing in front of her and mocking
her, pulling on the nylon line attached to her nipples as if they were the reins
controlling a fractious horse he was breaking. But she controlled her anger.
Valkyrie knew that she could only hold out so long under torture; that everyone
breaks sooner or later. She knew that she had to give him something to buy time
until someone could find her. She reasoned that she could always lie, pretend to
cooperate to stall.
" AHH! OKAY!... I get the point. What do you want to know?"
" Know? I don't want to know anything...except how much pain you can stand. I
don't care about your stupid military secrets. I can see them on CNN anytime.
They mean nothing to me. I am a man of simple pleasures; I just want to hear you
scream...and beg."
Valkyrie could not believe her ears. The man was obviously insane! This thought
was reinforced as Arkan again attacked her blood engorged nipples with his
fingers. He rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing the swollen
red flesh until the bound woman screamed again and again.
"AHH! STOP IT.....AAHHHHH! NO.. I WON'T BEG!"
"Well, I will let you think about that. I shall rape you. Then we will see how
long it takes you to learn to beg. Your little friend is quite good at it
already. She told us how to find you , you know."
As Arkan moved out of her narrow field of view, Valkyrie tried unsuccessfully to
look at Bobbie. But the rope around her neck prevented her from seeing Bobbie's
face. She knew instinctively that he had told the truth; that Bobbie had
betrayed her. She had to believe that her friend had only done so under torture,
but the thought still angered her.
Arkan took the gag from Bobbie's mouth. Then he used the lines attached to her
nipples to drag her screaming to Valkyrie. He positioned her with her face
inches from the bound pilot's crotch, staring at her friend's pubic hairs. Then
he forced Bobbie's head back so she could see his obscenely grinning face and
made a pantomime of licking with his tongue as he pointed at the hair between
Valkyrie's legs. When he forced her face into Valkyrie's pubic hair. Bobbie
began to blindly lick the hairs pressing into her face. He kept her at it,
kneeling beside her and pulling on the nipple lines to encourage her. His men
formed a circle around them, laughing at the women's discomfort.
Valkyrie found the thought of another woman licking her cunt to be repulsive.
All of her life, Valkyrie had fought the stereotype that a tall, muscular woman
must be gay. The thought of having sex, even unwilling sex, with another woman
sickened her. That it was Bobbie made it even worse. Valkyrie flinched at each
touch of her friend's tongue, her stomach churning with disgust. But this was of
minor consequence compared to the other agonies she was experiencing. Her
nipples were on fire. Her shoulders felt as if they were being slowly pulled
from her body. Even worse, Valkyrie's mind kept returning to the stories she had
heard about the terrible gang rapes inflicted upon an Air Force pilot, Major
Diana Barker, after she had been captured by the Iraqi's in the Gulf War. She
feared rape, the prospect of being taken against her will, more than anything
else. Compared to those thoughts, the feeling of Bobbie's tongue- loathsome
thought the act was to her- was almost a welcome distraction.
Bobbie cried as she applied her soft tongue to Valkyrie's sensitive flesh.
Though it had been her fantasy to make love to Valkyrie, Bobbie felt horribly
guilty about this. The humiliation of being forced to lick her friend's cunt as
these horrible men watched and the knowledge that she was helping them prepare
her friend and mentor to be raped made her feel even worse about the excitement
which she had to admit that she was feeling. Bobbie was appalled at the
excitement she felt as she tasted Valkyrie's soft, clean tasting cunt for the
first time. Yet she also had to acknowledge that she found it sexually exciting
to be servicing the woman she idolized sexually just like in her fantasies.
Confused and frightened for them both, Bobbie licked the other woman's cunt lips
gently, trying to comfort her friend, even as she hated herself for doing it.
How, she wondered, could she be so excited while Val's suffering so much.
As Arkan walked away, Bobbie was allowed to stop, to crouch by Valkyrie's feet,
pressing herself against the larger woman's sturdy leg as if to try to draw some
of Valkyrie's strength, and wait, still clad only in her open flight suit. Above
her Valkyrie hung motionless, sweat pouring from her nude body despite the chill
in the unheated barn. Aside from an occasional moan, Bobbie heard nothing from
Valkyrie and was too frightened, and ashamed, to speak to her. Periodically, one
of the men would step forward from the group of men who were passing around a
bottle as they silently stared at the two captive women. The man would run his
hands over Valkyrie, pawing her breasts or her cunt. Bobbie could feel Valkyrie
shiver when they did this.
It seemed an eternity to both the women, lost in their own fears as they were,
before Arkan reappeared in front of Valkyrie. He was, Bobbie saw, carrying a
half empty bottle of a clear liquor from which he took a deep drink, some sort
of liquor she feared. He ordered her to her feet and , to her surprise, took the
handcuffs off her. For a moment Bobbie hoped that he had changed his mind; that
he was going to be the man she had thought he was when he had rescued her from
the Mujahideen. Then he spoke, his words slightly slurred from the alcohol.
"Take off your clothes. Show us all what you have to offer, American slut."
Bobbie hesitated and then complied with his humiliating order. Reluctantly, she
shed the imaginary protection of her flight suit and stood naked in front of
Arkan and the half dozen men watching. She hated being forced to expose herself
this way; she wished he had just ripped the clothing off her instead. More
embarrassed than she had ever been in her life, Bobbie stood before them, trying
to at least hide her neatly trimmed dark pubic patch from their hungry stares.
"Put your hands at your sides. I want to see you!"
Reluctantly, she complied. Staring at the floor in shame, Bobbie waited for his
next order.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!....LET HER ALONE!" , screamed Valkyrie.
"Ah. Still full of fight? Good, I like that. I think you're going to be even
better than that Croat fighter bitch I captured two years ago. She was a strong
one too. She lasted almost a week. She had a lovely screaming voice."
Arkan smiled as he stared at the spread eagled pilot, her nude body illuminated
by the light through the open door. He noted with satisfaction that her nipples,
still wrapped in his fishing line, were now extremely swollen, the tips almost
purple from the blood trapped there. From each nipple, a few inches of fishing
line dangled, waiting his use. Her muscular body struggled against the ropes
holding her arms to the ceiling beams and her legs to the rusted debris on the
dirt floor of the barn. He stepped away from her, searching the machines
littering the dim interior of the barn. He returned with a short length of
electrical cable which had formerly connected the distributor and a spark plug
on the tractor. Valkyrie watched fearfully, constrained as she was by the rope
around her neck which forced her to keep her head up or choke. She was more
afraid now than she had ever been in her life. She wanted to beg, to cry or
scream-anything to stop what she knew was going to happen. but her pride stopped
her; she wouldn't cringe before these animals.
Arkan used his long knife to strip the insulation from the wire; then he
untwisted the thick strand of copper wire into a mass of individual strands,
creating a makeshift scourge which was small but potent with its array of tiny
semi-rigid copper wires. Arkan tested his new whip on Valkyrie's thighs,
casually striking first one then the other with the unyielding wire scourge. It
left her inner thighs marked by a mass of faint red lines. Valkyrie groaned with
each blow, half strength though they were. Arkan slowly moved up her body, the
strength of each blow increasing as he moved from her flat stomach towards her
exposed breasts. Valkyrie frantically pulled at her bonds, her muscles flexing
futility as she sought to free her hands to protect her vulnerable breasts.
Foolishly, she refused to give him what he wanted; her pride would not allow
her. But when his first blow hit her already tortured right breast, Valkyrie
forgot her pride.
"AGHHAAAA!...AGHAA!...NO PLEASE..PLEASE!"
Arkan put all his considerable strength into each blow, striking the swollen
nipples with the exposed wires. Valkyrie felt as though the skin was being
flayed right off her breasts; it felt as if red hot needles were being stuck
into the soft flesh. Her tender breast flesh absorbed each blow with a faint
slapping sound produced as the metal struck her flesh; each blow was followed by
Valkyrie's shrill scream. Arkan flayed each breast alternately, marking first
her right and then her left breast with his makeshift scourge and leaving them
covered in a mass of tiny red stripes. Valkyrie's breasts bobbed up and down
with the blows, slowly turning from a pale red to a bright red as the now
overlapping network of stripes spread to cover the entire breast. The pain was
incredible. Valkyrie could not think for the pain; she could only react
instinctively by screaming out her pain and pleading for it to stop. She knew
she could not endure this.
"STOP..AHEE....I'LL DO WHAT YOU WANT!...AGHAAAA!."
Arkan continued as if she had never spoken.
Valkyrie screamed ever louder and longer as he shifted his aim to concentrate on
her vulnerable nipples. The pain was horrible. She feared he would destroy her
breasts; the thought of losing them terrified her. Valkyrie screamed again and
again as her fear and pain consumed her.
Bobbie was stunned to see tears pouring down Valkyrie's face. At the sight of
her idol's tears, Bobbie finally found her voice and a little of her courage.
She lunged at him, screaming.
"LEAVE HER ALONE! LEAVE HER ALONE!....HURT ME , TAKE ME INSTEAD."
Arkan drove her back with a single careless swipe to her pert breasts; then one
of his bodyguards grabbed her. Without missing a stroke, he continued to torture
Valkyrie's breasts with his metal scourge.
"SCREAM BITCH.........LET...ME....HEAR....YOU.....SCREAM!"
He continued striking Valkyrie's bleeding nipples. Again and again the makeshift
flail struck her soft flesh with a faint "thunk" followed by Valkyrie's scream.
All thoughts of resistance were gone from her mind now. All she could think
about was the agony filling her mind. Without even knowing what she was saying,
the proud woman began to beg.
"AGHAAA!...AHHHHH!..AGHHHAAAA!...PLEASE...PLEASEE I BEG YOU..PLEASE....LET ME
SUCK YOUR COCK..ANYTHING..PLEASEEE!"
Arkan stopped and examined her sweat and blood covered, red stripped breasts.
Then he took one last swing with his scourge, striking Valkyrie on her exposed
clit with all his strength. Valkyrie screamed again, a horse yell ending with a
deep sob. Arkan was, for now, satisfied with the ascendancy he had established
over the American flyer. He had Bobbie forced to the floor beside Valkyrie's
right leg. Then he had her handcuffed with her arms around Valkyrie's muscular
leg, positioning her with her face at Valkyrie's bruised cunt. Arkan went to the
table where he had left his bottle and took a drink. Then, still carrying the
bottle, he positioned himself in front of Valkyrie.
"Lick her cunt, bitch. LICK IT!"
Bobbie licked Valkyrie, trying to soothe the brutalized flesh of her whipped
cunt with her tongue. Arkan allowed her to work on Valkyrie's cunt for long
moments as he savored the sight of the two women. Valkyrie was almost
unconscious from the beating she had endured. The feeling of Bobbie's tongue on
her cunt brought her back to reality. She cringed at her friend's touch, trying
to will herself to ignore the perverted act Bobbie was performing on her.
"No Bobbie...don't ... don't...wrong."
Then Bobbie's soft mouth was gone, and she felt the pressure of the bottle
against her cunt. Involuntarily, she tightened the muscles there. Arkan grunted
and pushed harder, making the long neck of the bottle sink inside Valkyrie's
cunt as she moaned weakly. Arkan sank it all the way to the base of the neck and
then began to fuck her with it, pushing the bottle in and out of her as he spun
it from side to side, laughing. The penetration of her still dry cunt was
painful to Valkyrie as well as humiliating.
"Ask me to fuck you whore!"
It was all she could do was to keep herself from losing control and becoming
hysterical. Valkyrie knew that she had been ready a moment ago to do anything-
no matter how humiliating or disgusting- to stop Arkan's scourge. She was not
willing to anger him now and face the wire whip again. She had, Valkyrie
thought, sunk to Bobbie's level of abject submission.
"Please ....fuck ...me.", a resigned Valkyrie replied softly.
At that moment Valkyrie wanted to die. But she could not. Instead she waited
passively for Arkan to take her. After a moment of using the bottle inside her
as if it were a cock- of fucking her with the hard glass neck of the bottle,
Arkan withdrew the bottle and held it up to the light. To Valkyrie's disgust, he
sniffed it and then brought the bottle to his mouth and licked his tongue along
the length of the neck.
"Bah!, nothing...the bitch is dry!... She isn't much of a woman."
Arkan moved around Valkyrie. Once behind her, Valkyrie heard him muttering as he
stroked her ass. For all her sexual adventures, Valkyrie had never let a man
take her in the ass. It was, she thought, too degrading. Now she knew that Arkan
meant to sodomize her, and that there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Valkyrie tried to will herself to relax, to accept the inevitable. Still, her
muscles tightened involuntarily as the bottle pressed into the puckered star of
her anus. Harder and harder he pressed until the bottle penetrated her,
painfully forcing its way inside her asshole. Arkan pressed harder, pushing the
bottle in and out of her stretched sphincter in a parody of the rape to come.
" Yes. Tight. You are very tight. Since your cunt is so cold, this is how I am
going to fuck you my big, strong, American Navy slut. Like a man! What do you
say to that., American Whore?"
Valkyrie remained silent. The pain was intense; the humiliation was even
greater. She closed her eyes and briefly thought about trying to use the noose
around her neck to choke herself into unconsciousness, or even death. But she
couldn't do it; Valkyrie's fear of death overcame even her fear of sodomy.
Arkan slowly withdrew the bottle from her ass. Then he pulled Bobbie around by
her dark sweat slick hair until her face was against Valkyrie's ass. He
presented her with the shit stained bottle neck. "Clean this, you little slut.",
he ordered, holding the bottle at her lips. Bobbie grimaced as she leaned
forward and thrust out her pink tongue. She licked the glass neck, tasting
Valkyrie's feces as the brown stains disappeared under her tongue. Arkan thrust
the mouth of the bottle into her mouth, forcing it down her throat until she
gagged at the invasion. She gagged again as a large slug of the colorless,
potent liquor poured down her throat, throwing a wave of fire back up her throat
when it hit her stomach. Arkan laughed as she choked on the liquor and then took
the neck of the bottle out of Bobbie's mouth and put it in his own. He swallowed
a mouthful and then ordered her to lick Valkyrie's asshole. Her head reeling
from the liquor, Bobbie fitted her mouth to Valkyrie's still open asshole and
thrust her tongue into the hot, tight hole. She pushed her tongue as deeply into
Valkyrie's ass chute as she could, taking a perverse pleasure in this
humiliating contact with her idolized superior officer. She moved her tongue
around inside Valkyrie, causing the older woman to thrust her hips forward to
escape the invading tongue.
"No...Bobbie don't..this is not right......STOP IT, BOBBIE!"
Bobbie ignored her, continuing to suck and eat Valkyrie's ass in a masochist,
intoxicated daze. She felt that she had to open Valkyrie's ass and lubricate it
with her salvia. Bobbie reasoned that she had to do whatever she could to save
Valkyrie from as much pain as possible, ignoring the masochistic pleasure she
was receiving from the humiliating task, from the taste and scent of her
friend's ass . She kept feeding her salvia into her friend's asshole with her
tongue until Arkan pulled her face away and thrust his cock into it. Bobbie took
his cock into her mouth and laved it with her tongue, repulsed by its foul taste
but determined to lubricate it for Valkyrie's sake. She slavishly suck his cock,
drooling her spit onto it despite her humiliation at being forced to suck her
rapist's cock again. Valkyrie could not avoid hearing the loud sucking sounds
Bobbie made as she serviced Arkan's cock. The thought of her friend and
subordinate degrading herself in this manner disgusted her. Valkyrie wondered
bitterly how Bobbie could act like such a slut. But she remained silent. Bobbie
meanwhile was doing such a good job with her mouth that Arkan had to pull her
face away to avoid coming there in her mouth. Now, his cock longer and harder
than before, he was ready to sodomize Valkyrie.
Arkan pressed his cock into Valkyrie's sphincter. Despite Bobbie's preparations,
he found Valkyrie's asshole still resisting him, allowing only the tip of his
cock to enter her tight asshole. He grasp her hips and thrust into the tiny
opening with all his strength.
"AHHH!.....NOOOO!", Valkyrie moaned.
Now his cock was a quarter of the way inside the moaning American woman. He
stopped for a moment to enjoy the heat and the tight grip of her ass chute on
his cock. Arkan moved his hands from her hips up Valkyrie's sweaty torso to her
red, swollen breasts. He weighted them in his hand for a moment before taking
one hand and pulling on the nylon cords encircling her nipples. Regripping her
hips with his other hand, Arkan slowly forced his cock deeper inside the
squirming Valkyrie as he simultaneously tormented her nipples by tightening the
nooses around each nipples again. As he forced his cock into Valkyrie, Bobbie
crouched beside Valkyrie, her cuffed hands clinging to the muscular leg. Her
face was only inches from Arkan's cock as it forced its way into Valkyrie.
Bobbie stared at the man's cock as it expanded Valkyrie's star-shaped anus into
a wide circle. She was afraid that it would tear Valkyrie in two. Bobbie gripped
her friend's muscular leg and waited, unable to help Valkyrie as she was
brutally sodomized. A feeling of guilt overwhelmed Bobbie. I should be the one
he is torturing, she thought bitterly.
Arkan had the head of his cock inside Valkyrie now. Inch by inch, he pressed his
cock forward, forcing his way into her hot, tight passage. It felt to him as if
a hand were squeezing his cock; he didn't know, or care, if the moisture he felt
inside her was Bobbie's salvia or Valkyrie's blood. He just forced himself into
her even more, trying to impale Valkyrie on his cock. Not satisfied with the
pain he was inflicting on her as he slowly forced himself into her, Arkan began
making short, brutal thrusts with his hips, opening her ass by sheer force. As
he forced himself into her, he pulled on the nylon line to torture her breasts,
tightening the noose around her swollen nipple as the blood gorged tip throbbed
with pain. Arkan pressed himself against her sweaty back and taunted her.
"Feel my cock inside you Bitch!... do you like it?... No matter..You will learn
to like it. You are nothing but a whore now...A WHORE!"
Valkyrie's moans were reaching the level of screams from the twin torments of
the burning log being forced up her ass and the thin line cutting into her
sensitive nipple. She thought that she would be driven insane by the pain! She
could feel him deep inside her now; it felt to her as if he were shoving a
burning stake up her ass. Valkyrie no longer cared about hiding her fears; she
wept unashamedly , tears running down her pain contoured face as she begged
Arkan to end her suffering. But he ignored her pleas and drove even deeper into
her asshole until she could feel his cockhairs pressing against her ass. He
paused for a moment to enjoy the feel of her guts encircling his cock. Valkyrie
felt for an instance the hope that she could begin to adjust to the terrible,
painful pressure she was feeling as he drove his cock ever deeper inside her
body. But then she totally lost her precarious grip on sanity when Arkan
suddenly began to fuck her with jackhammer like strokes. A long terrible wail
came out of her as he brutally raped her ass.
"AGHHH!...AAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Harder and harder the man thrust into her , his cock a blur as it slid in and
out of her asshole. Arkan was in a world of his own now. All he cared about was
the feeling coming from his cock as it plowed into Valkyrie. That and the sound
of her screaming. The force of his strokes was lifting her an inch each time his
hips collided with her butt. Arkan could only endure the powerful friction
generated as he impaled her on his cock for a few short moments, but it seemed
an eternity to the screaming Valkyrie. Finally, he came, filling her abused ass
with a flood of hot seed; Valkyrie could feel it scalding her insides as he
withdrew his cock. Now all she felt was an obscene sense of emptiness as her
distended asshole slowly began to close. Valkyrie felt an immense sense of
relief mixed with feelings of intense humiliation- of being used. At least, she
believed, her ordeal was over.
Arkan used Bobbie to clean his cock. He simply forced his cum and shit covered
cock into her mouth and ordered her to clean him. Bobbie obeyed, the mingled
taste of his cum and Valkyrie's filth filling her mouth and making her gag. As
she cleaned him with her tongue, Bobbie shut her eyes and hugged her friend's
leg for strength, desperate to hang on just a few seconds longer until all this
was over. Then the cock was gone from her mouth.
Arkan walked away from the two women. Bobbie crouched against Valkyrie's leg,
stroking the firm flesh gently and crying, "Oh Val, I'm so sorry. Please forgive
me." Above her Valkyrie hung in her ropes, panting as if she had just run a
mile. But for the rope around her neck, her head would have dropped to her chest
and she would have lost herself in tears. As it was, Valkyrie was able to choke
back most of her tears, her silence broken only by the occasional low sob. As
she struggled to control her emotions, her muscular body remained erect, the cum
slowy dripping out of her still half open asshole.
Since she was facing the door, Bobbie first realized that something was wrong.
More men were entering the barn and closing around them, stripping off their
equipment and opening their pants as they approached. Arkan saw her frightened,
puzzled look and spoke.
"Yes Bobbie, more men for your friend to service! She killed their friend. She
will be punished for that. Her punishment; their pleasure. And you will help."
The men formed a loose line behind Valkyrie, who now understood what was about
to happen. Her face bore a look of sheer terror at the prospect of repeating the
horrible anal rape again and again. Her agony deepened as a klieg light suddenly
illuminated her. Standing in front of her was Arkan's cameraman, recording her
gang rape. The thought that others would see her being raped, that her family
and the other pilots in the squadron would see this, tore at her very soul. The
humiliation of that seemed worse to Valkyrie than the rape itself.
"NO...PLEASE...AT LEAST NOT THE CAMERA..I'LL DO WHAT YOU WANT..JUST TURN IT
OFF...PLEASEEEE!"
No one paid any attention to her cries. As she finally broke down totally at the
prospect of more anal rapes and began sobbing uncontrollably, the first man was
already using Bobbie's reluctant mouth to prepare himself. He positioned his
cock at Valkyrie's still open asshole and pushed. His cock sank all the way into
the depths of her ass with his first powerful stroke. Aided by the cum still
coating its interior, his cock meet no resistance as it penetrated her. Valkyrie
screamed as the burning fullness returned. The camera was able to capture this
scream as well as all of the other agony reflected in her face since the rope
noose around her neck prevented her from hiding her face. All Valkyrie could do
was scream in pain and humiliation at this double rape; one by the man using her
ass and the other by the camera recording it.
Bobbie stared at the cock hammering Valkyrie's ass, her face inches from it as
it pounded in and out of her friend's horribly stretched sphincter. Bobbie
thought that this was a hundred times worse than the rape she had endured; she
could not imagine what Valkyrie must be feeling. She watched the first man spend
himself inside Valkyrie and withdraw, leaving a trail of his cum on her ass.
Then it was her time again. She was forced to lick the cum and shit off the
rapist's cock as he and his friends laughed at her. The twin feelings of
humiliation and helplessness overwhelmed her. Bobbie did not think that she
would ever be able to get the foul taste of cum and shit out of her mouth. It
would be with her always to remind her of this moment!
Another man replaced the first. This man did not even bother to use Bobbie's
mouth; he just plunged into Valkyrie's ass with tremendous force, as if he meant
to stab her to death with his cock. Brutally, he raped the bound woman's ass,
accompanied by his animal like grunts and by her screams as he churned her
intestines. He fucked her ass as brutally as he could, venting his anger about
the death of his friend at her hands. Valkyrie knew that he was going to kill
her; that he had torn her insides to shreds. But he did not kill her. He pulled
out before he had cum and spent himself on Bobbie's upturned face. He covered
her face with his hot, sticky cum and then used her mouth to clean himself. Then
another man was inside Valkyrie, raping her now wide open asshole with all his
strength. He would fuck her ass as hard as he could for six or seven strokes;
then he would jerk his cock totally out of her and then brutally shove it back
into her stretched asshole causing Valkyrie to spasm in her bonds as he again
impaled her. At one point, the man jerked it out of Valkyrie and thrust his
slimy cock in to Bobbie's waiting mouth, forcing her to taste the vile mixture
of his masculinity, his friends' cum and Valkyrie's asshole. Then he returned
his cock to Valkyrie's stretched sphincter.
As he sodomized her, the camera recorded Valkyrie's cruel impalement. It saw and
made a permanent record of the screams pouring out of her mouth and the agony in
her eyes. It lingered over the obscene dance her bound body was doing in
response to the brutal thrusts the men were making into her asshole. The
camera's lights made the sweat covering her skin glisten as it watched the play
of the muscles underneath that skin. Her head was held almost motionless by the
rope around her neck. The agony apparent in her face continually drew the lens
back there, to her face, to record the tears streaming down the cheeks of this
proud woman. As the camera watched and recorded, a bound and helpless Valkyrie
was brutally sodomized by man after man.
With each new attacker, her struggles grew weaker. By now, her asshole was numb;
the friction of the cocks moving inside her made tolerable for the sensitive
lining of her intestines by the flood of man cum coating her ass channel. But
neither the burning sensation nor the painful feeling of fullness diminished as
her attackers continued to have their way with her unresisting body. As the men
fought for the pleasure of using her now loose, literally fucked out asshole,
some impatient fellows positioned themselves in front of Valkyrie and penetrated
her dry cunt. The men using her cunt had to bend back to position themselves,
hanging onto her strong arms as to steady themselves as they raped her
unprepared vagina, putting new and pain pressure on her stretched and bound
arms. Now she was being penetrated in both her asshole and her cunt, double
fucked by the mob of grinning rapists. She felt as if her insides were being
torn to pieces as two hard cocks dueled inside her, alternating strokes one
moment and then changing to thrust into her at the same instant, stretching her
passages cruelly as they banged against each other through the thin membrane
separating the two. So it continued until all of the men, fourteen by Bobbie's
count, had used the now unresisting woman's cunt and asshole. Valkyrie's asshole
was leaking a river of cum onto her upper legs, where it had formed a sheet of
whitish scum halfway to her knees. Her cunt was similarly marked by a somewhat
smaller river of the whitish cum running down the side of her left leg. At
Arkan's direction, the last man held Bobbie's head and forced her to lick the
man cum off Valkyrie's legs, inch by humiliating inch. Bobbie could not conceive
of anything that could be more humiliating than this. The taste of their cum,
flavored by the taste of Valkyrie's ass chute, filled her mouth and overwhelmed
her with its pungent essence. Unable to spit out the vile tasting cum, Bobbie
was forced to swallow it. It coated her throat, hanging there and gagging her
until she could force herself to choke it down. It formed a pool in the pit of
her stomach, heavy and foul. Slowly she licked Valkyrie's legs. Then she pressed
her lips against Valkyrie's open cunt and began swallowing the man cream
covering it, the taste and smell of the men masking the sweetness of the other
woman's cunt and almost overwhelming her with its sheer maleness. Slowly she
worked, cleaning Valkyrie's privates until she came to the asshole itself.
Staring at it from two inches away, Bobbie could see the cum still pooling
inside the distended asshole. The pressure on the back of her head forced her
face into the gapping hole. As she thrust her tongue out, Bobbie thought,
forgive me, Val.
End part 2 of 6
