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NIGHTMARE IN BOSNIA Part 3(REVISED)
by conwic@aol.com
The two nude women hung in darkness. Valkyrie could sense Bobbie's body hanging
beside her; but her blindfold prevented her from seeing what was happening to
her friend. Instead, the blindfold forced Valkyrie to concentrate on the agony
consuming her own body. Both had been suspended head down above the concrete
floor in the basement of the hotel which was Arkan's headquarters. First their
arms had been bound tightly behind their backs. First ropes had been run between
their elbows, pulled tight, and tied; then their forearms had been placed
together and covered in coils of harsh rope, totally immobilizing their arms. A
harness of rope shaped like a figure eight was wrapped tightly around their
torsos, separate from the ropes binding their arms. The rough ropes ran below
and above their breasts, the strands crossing each other between their breasts
and continuing around their torsos to encircle their chest and back with ropes
which cut cruelly into the women's soft skin. More ropes were run from the
rafters to each of their still booted, widely spread feet; these were used to
hoist their feet into the air, leaving their heads still resting on the cold
concrete. . A rope was run from each side of the rope harness encircling the
chest of each of the captive flyers to eyebolts in widely separated points on
another rafter. Then those ropes were hauled up to bring the women's torsos off
the floor, leaving the two captive flyers hanging suspended above the concrete
floor, bent into a fish hook like shape where their breasts were the part of
their bodies closest to the floor. As they hung in this suspension, it was their
own weight which tortured them, slowly tightening the rope harness around their
chest until it became progressively harder and harder to draw a breath - while
at the same time making the abrasive ropes cruelly cut into the soft flesh
around the women's hanging globes. That pain was accompanied by a pounding in
their heads as the blood collected in their cranial cavities. Their leg and
thigh muscles screamed in pain, stretched by the rope suspension beyond human
endurance. Valkyrie had no idea how long they had been hanging here. It seemed
an eternity. The ropes around her chest were crushing her. Her back ached from
its unnatural arch. Her stomach muscles were cramping as they were cruelly
stretched by the upward curve of her body. Her lungs were on fire as her
diaphragm muscles struggled painfully for each breath against the weight of her
own body. Even her neck hurt. A noose of thick hemp rope had been put over her
head and into her mouth, a combination of gag and bondage since the noose filled
her mouth and prevented speech while with the running end was tied to her bound
arms, her head was bent backwards and upwards at a very painful angle.
Blindfolded as well, Valkyrie's only contact with the world around her was the
sounds of Bobbie's soft moans and the muffled sound of Bobbie's labored
breathing as the brunette struggled in her identical bondage. Occasionally, the
sounds that Bobbie made were drowned out by a new sound, the sound of booted
feet on the concrete. This inevitably heralded a new agony in these two women's
private hells, for the unseen men came to rape either Bobbie or Valkyrie. When
the sound of footsteps stopped beside them, they would both wait breathlessly,
each dreading that they would be the one the man would chose to rape. Each would
passionately wish that the other would be the one picked by the unseen attacker.
Then one would feel the guilt of knowing that her wish had come true. She would
hear the muffled groans of her companion, the wet sounds of the man's cock
invading the other woman's abused cunt, and the animal like grunts of the
rapist.
Valkyrie shivered at the man's touch. He explored her swollen and sore cunt
flesh with three or four fingers, prying her open and feeling inside to find the
wet, sticky leavenings of his predecessors. The pain as he penetrated her cunt
with his fingers was mild compared to the burning in her chest and thighs, but
the humiliation of being at his mercy, of having no control over who used her
body, cut Valkyrie to her soul. She feared that she would go mad if this
incredible combination of pain and humiliation continued. When the man replaced
his probing fingers with a hard cock, the feeling of humiliation totally
overwhelmed her. Valkyrie struggled wildly against her bonds. She began to cry
as he fucked her, loud uncontrolled sobs penetrated her rope gag to mix with the
curses and grunts coming from the man. He used her suspension to increase his
pleasure, pulling on the ropes to swing her onto his cock and then away as if
she were the one fucking him. He swung her faster and faster, her momentum
ramming his cock deep inside her. His cock was the only part of his body
touching her; his hands were on the ropes pushing her back and forth. Valkyrie
had to struggle to breath around her rope gag; the force and depth of his
penetrations were knocking the breath out of her. Despite the lubricating pool
of cum left inside her by the other men, she felt a burning sensation down
there, generated by the friction of his fast moving cock. It felt to Valkyrie as
if the man's cock was shredding the lining of her cunt's walls as he repeatedly
impaled her. His brutal pounding seemed to go on forever as she had lost all
sense of time. He may have fucked her like this for a few minutes or for a few
hours; she couldn't tell anymore. Finally, through her sobs, Valkyrie felt the
man's cock empty itself in her cunt, a hot, wet, and dirty feeling. The unseen
man savored the warmth of her body around his softening cock, running his hands
over her sweat covered body and down to her heavy, hanging breasts as he caught
his breath. Then he abruptly withdrew, abandoning her to the loneliness of her
pain.
After the man withdrew, Bobbie could hear the continued soft sounds of
Valkyrie's weeping. The realization that her strong, seemingly invulnerable idol
was being broken by these terrible men came as a shock to her. She was so use to
depending on Valkyrie. Through the waves of pain engulfing her, Bobbie
struggled, vainly trying to move her sweat soaked, nude body closer to
Valkyrie's to let her know that she was not alone. Bobbie tried to ignore her
pain; she to be strong for Val's sake.
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Two floors above , the Serb leader, Arkan, was watching a CNN broadcast about
his captives. He had to laugh out loud at his own cleverness. Hiding the women
here, among the captive Moslem and Croatian women he kept for the use of his
men, had been brilliant. No one would find anything unusual about captive women
here. But anonymously selling that tape of Bobbie being raped by the Mujihadeen
fighters to a German news crew had been a stroke of genius. Now-three days after
their capture- those fools in the West thought that it was the Moslems who had
the women. Arkan watched as the flickering images on the screen changed to a
heavily edited portion of that tape. It showed a close up of Bobbie's screaming
face while the announcer sanctimoniously droned on about the ordeal of the two
American women. The picture expanded into one showing Bobbie lying on her back
with her feet tied above her as a bearded man stood between her legs raping her.
Though the broadcaster had electronically distorted Bobbie's breasts and the
obscene union of her body with his, the tape was still a powerful depiction of a
brutal rape. The fear in Bobbie's face was evident even in the edited shots.
Arkan felt his cock beginning to stir. Much more of this, he thought, and I'll
have to go back to the basement.
The image changed again as Valkyrie's face appeared on the screen. It was a clip
from an interview done months earlier on her ship where she was talking about
how she was just as capable of combat as any man. Arkan's interest increased
when the picture shifted to an earlier still shot of Valkyrie in a very short
miniskirt and blouseless blazer. Arkan turned up the sound to hear the voice
talking about something called "Tailhook".
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The President leaned forward in his seat, his French fries forgotten for the
moment as he devoted all his attention to what his pollster was saying.
" Ok! Let me see if Ah understand the focus group results. They want me to do
"something", but they don't know exactly what. Is that it?"
"Yes, Mr. President. The public has conflicting expectations about this
situation, expectations based in their conflicting feelings about women in
combat. They wish to see women have a role in the military, but they don't want
to see them getting hurt- raped or killed. That's why seeing pictures of that
female flyer being raped have produced such confused expectations. They want you
to "Do something". As long as you are perceived as doing that- acting forcibly
to avenge the attack on the woman- it will satisfy the group's expectations."
" Okay...then all Ah've got to do is launch a few cruise missiles at somebody,
hold a press conference, and declare victory. No problem. Nothing is more
Presidential than being the Commander-in-Chief. Then the whole matter will be
over...right? Ah mean, they don't actually think Ah'm going to get those two
girls back do they?"
"Well sir, their expectations are rather low. They just want you act resolutely,
to make someone pay. That will satisfy their minimum expectations. But if you do
get the two pilots back, we estimate that your public ratings will go up between
12 and 15 points. However, you must do something dramatic and forceful to
establish a favorable position on this issue,... and you should act quickly. The
public mood is volatile; it could turn negative without warning. You could be
caught in an unfavorable position if a backlash against sending women into
combat develops. In that case, you will lose between 8 and 11 approval points
in the polls."
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Arkan was pleased to see that General Milosadic was no more than 15 minutes
late. For someone with the General's ego, that was, Arkan knew, the equivalent
of being early. He was apparently eager to see me, Arkan thought, or more likely
to see my whores. He knew that for Milosadic his pride was very important.
General Milosadic had commanded the Serb forces in the war with the Bosnian
Turks and the Croat Ustashi until pressure from the Americans had eased him out
after their filthy Dayton Accords had forced the Serbs to stop fighting- at
least temporarily. Despite his supposed resignation, the General still commanded
the loyalties of many of the officers in the Bosnian Serb Army and remained a
powerful man. He was, Arkan knew, no friend of his since he and Arkan's patron
in Belgrade were bitter enemies. But it never hurt to have a foot in both camps.
They had done business frequently since the cease-fire. Arkan had money, and
General Milosadic had access to more weapons- including heavy weapons from the
stocks of the old federal Army- then he had men to use them. Arkan knew that the
General did not trust or like him, that it enraged the General to be dependent
on Arkan for the funds to maintain his influence with the officers of the
fragmenting army. But he had no choice; for the cash to buy the continued
loyalty of his officers-and his continued influence-, Milosadic had no
alternative but to come to Arkan. In exchange for a few light weapons and that
single antitank gun, Arkan provided him with enough Deutsch marks to keep his
faction of the demoralized Bosnian Serb army from dissolving into another band
of Balkans brigands. But Arkan had plans to get more from the General; he
planned to use the General to gain control of a force of tanks and , more
importantly, the men who could operate them. With that degree of military muscle
behind him, Arkan believed that he would no longer be dependent on the whims of
his masters in Belgrade. Then he would have enough firepower to get the war
going again when the Americans finally got tired and left. To Arkan, the war was
everything, his source of wealth, power, prestige, and women. He was determined
to keep it from ending. After all, to his mind this was a war that had been
going on for centuries. why should it have to end now? He knew that General
Milosadic would never sell him those tanks. Milosadic was, Arkan knew, at heart
one of those timid Appartchiks like those Arkan had bribed, bullied, or
blackmailed dozens of times during his days in the Belgrade black-market before
the war. The General would, however, give him those tanks if Arkan's estimate of
his character was correct. If he were as angry at the Americans' humiliation of
his country and as sexually repressed as Arkan believed, then Milosadic could be
manipulated into a situation which would so compromise him that he would do
anything to keep it secret. To make sure that the man would be his, he had his
cameraman ready to film the General's fall from grace. Then the General would be
tied to Arkan forever by a shared guilt just as Arkan's Tigers were tied to him
by common war crimes.
After the money had changed hands, and General Milosadic had consumed several
glasses of the local plum brandy; Arkan invited him to the hotel basement to see
something "interesting". Intrigued, the General agreed, hoping that this was a
prelude to fucking one of the women Arkan held captive in his rape camp cum
brothel. He had done this several times before and had been surprised at how
much he had enjoyed the feeling of power that came from the woman's
helplessness. He had never done such things with a woman before. In truth, he
had little experience with women before he meet Arkan. He was eager to savor
that feeling of power again. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced
before, better even than the thrill of commanding his soldiers. Leaving his
bodyguards behind, the General followed Arkan down the stairs and into the
brightly lit room. His first sight of Bobbie and Valkyrie froze him in his
tracks. It was the most erotic scene he had ever witnessed.
He drank in the picture the two women made. Nearest to him he saw the figure of
a tall, blonde woman, her muscular body shiny with its own sweat. Her heavy
breasts almost purple with the trapped blood moved gently, seductively, with her
labored breathing; their large red nipples pointing toward the floor as drops of
sweat rolled off them and fell to the concrete. The woman's magnificent body
actually seemed to quiver from the strain of her suspension, her muscles flexing
as she struggled against the ropes suspending her. Her head was up to expose her
face to his view, forced into that position by the rope gag running from her
mouth to her bound elbows. Drool dripped out of the corner of the woman's mouth
and ran down her chin. The look of agony on her tear stained face was, the
General thought, magnificent, like the face of a woman in the agony of
childbirth. Her pain was clear, visible beneath the helmet of her sweat soaked
hair even with the narrow blindfold hiding her eyes. As he moved around her, the
General could see her bare cunt, its lips red and swollen. Covering this most
intimate part of her were streams of cum which had flowed out of her cunt to dry
into a white scum covering the cunt lips and the prominent clitoris.
The General moved past her to the second woman, a smaller brunette.
Her more slender body was bound in the same torturous rope suspension. Her body
gleamed in the harsh lights; the sweat covering her body made it shine as if she
had been oiled. Her dark hair was also soaked with sweat and clinging to her
scalp, giving him a clear view of her fine features and delicate ears. There
were, the General saw, traces of tears running from beneath her blindfold. How
beautiful, he thought. The agony was there as well in the set of her jaw and the
way her body quivered with the spasms of muscles strained beyond their endurance
by the bondage. The General reached out to touch her cum covered cunt. The woman
jumped when he touched her; it was as if she had been hit with an electrical
shock. Her shaven cunt was also encrusted with dried and not so dried cum, white
stains on a delicate, red vagina. He ran his fingers along the woman's cunt lips
and then traced her athletic leg to the sweat pooling in the back of her knee.
The General then ran his hand forward to her well rounded ass cheeks and onto
her smooth back. Kneeling, he traced his fingertips over the quivering muscles
of her stomach to the medium size breasts hanging beneath. He took one of the
elongated nipples in his fingers and rolled it between them, marveling at the
size of it, not knowing that its swollen condition was the result of prolonged
bondage with Arkan's fishing line. Sensing Arkan behind him, the General stood
and turned to face him.
"How long have they been hanging like this?"
"Only an hour or two, though I suppose that it must seem longer to them. I am
teaching them to follow orders; I think that is a necessary trait in a woman
just as it is in a soldier. Which one do you want General? The blonde or the
dark haired one?"
The General hesitated for a moment. There was to his mind something not right,
even for Arkan, in this. But the women were appealing helpless. He couldn't
think for his throbbing cock. What did it matter he reasoned; everyone turned a
blind eye to what happened to women captured by the other side in this war of
ethnic cleansing.
"I'll take the blonde one. She is beautiful, like one of the women on the
American TV shows you see in Belgrade, eh. Like in BAYWATCH ... No, I have it.
She is like the big, tough blonde woman on AMERICAN GLADIATORS , eh Arkan."
"Yes, just like in the American television. I'll lower the ropes holding them
up; that will let us use their assholes. Much ...neater that way, don't you
agree?", said Arkan as he gestured to Bobbie's cum strained cunt.
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The President waved his hand at the collected Generals and Admirals, gesturing
for silence.
"Ah've made up my mind. It is imperative that we respond with force to this
outrageous act. The prestige and credibility of the Nation are at stake. We
cannot allow these petty war criminals to diminish our prestige by raping this
woman and getting away with it. It's different with these women involved; we
cannot just wait and watch like we did when that male pilot was shot down back
in my first term. We cannot just wait to see if they will get himself out of the
shit by themselves. We have to act. We will launch a cruise missile attack on
the barracks of the Bosnian Moslem forces at Vitez. We know it is sheltering a
group of Mujihadeen. "
"But Mr. President, what about the two flyers? Executing a cruise missile strike
could inadvertently result in their deaths or lead to their executions! We don't
even know that the Moslems have the women; there was no indication that the
Moslems around Brcko had any weapons capable of downing the F-14. And why would
they shot down our plane? With all due respect Sir, I thought we were on the
same side. We need to wait until we can gain more information about where they
are and who is holding them."
" Ah feel your pain here, Admiral. But we must look at the big picture; action
is demanded to preserve American credibility. We cannot let them get away with
doing this sort of thing to American servicewomen. If we don't do something now
the media will lynch us. We cannot be seen as weak or irresolute. We have
identified one of the men in the film as Iranian. That's Moslem enough for me.
Given the CIA's well known inability to find its own ass with both hands, that's
probably the best they can do. We bomb them...NOW. Delta Force is on stand by in
Hungary, as yo'all know. If we get the intelligence that will allow us to mount
a rescue, Ah will certainly give the order. "
"Yes, Mr. President."
"Which brings us to another problem, Admiral. Someone on that carrier- what is
its name?.."
"The Eisenhower, Sir."
" Someone on the Eisenhower is going to have to take the blame for letting those
two girls be captured. Ah want you to put together one of those boards to
investigate the matter and come up with a name. Announce this with a Navy press
release as soon as possible."
"Ah..Yes Sir."
"That will be all gentlemen. Ah'de like to be alone now."
When all of them had left the room, the President carefully extracted a video
tape from his desk and put it into the machine over the TV. Taking care to sit
in the chair with its back to the secret service peephole, he settled in and hit
the play button. An image of Bobbie being raped appeared on the large screen, an
image with none of the electronic censorship of the newscasts. The President
avidly watched as the man's cock penetrated Bobbie's cunt, his large cock
disappearing entirely into her tiny hole. As he watched, the President's hand
slid down his body until it rested on his hardening cock. He slowly stroked his
member through his trousers, staring at the pictures of the young female aviator
being assaulted. As he watched the rape unfolding on the screen in front of him,
his fevered mind began to wander, substituting another woman's face for
Bobbie's-a face from his own life. He smiled as the image of the woman on the
screen was raped and humiliated, his mind transposing the two images into one.
He sat up now, his hand freeing his erect cock and gripping it firmly as his
favorite scene approached. When the bearded man knelt by Bobbie's pleading face,
the Leader of the Free World began to stroke harder, knowing what came next and
trying to time his climax with it. He imagined himself to be there at the rape,
a powerful man among men- the leader of a male hunting pack. He saw himself
bonded with these men, freed from his subservience to the women who had always
dominated his life, women who he could never satisfy. In the actions of the man
on the screen, he saw himself acting out his fantasy. He saw himself showing the
Bitch his power. As the man's cock battered Bobbie's face and covered it with
the remains of his cum, the President, imagined himself in that man's place and
stroked his cock one last time to produce a thin stream of cum which shot half
way to the TV screen before disappearing into the thick shag of the rug.
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Hidden inside a box in the basement of Arkan's hotel HQ, his cameraman, Dimrtri,
sweated. The perspiration ran into his eyes, blurring his vision as he tried to
keep his camera focused on the figure of the General. His assignment was to film
the General fucking the American pilot, but his film school background kept
drawing his attention back to the abused body of the American woman. She seemed
to radiate pain and suffering, so much more than her smaller companion. He
wished that he had chosen the big blonde earlier, but then he remembered the
warm, tight feeling of the brunette's cunt and the soft, sweaty feeling of her
skin under his hands. He smiled as he remembered the way her body had shaken as
he fucked her, so helpless and vulnerable. Putting his thoughts aside, the man
tried to concentrate on filming the General as he sodomized the muscular
American woman. Valkyrie was hunched over on her knees, her face resting on its
cheek on the rough concrete floor. Her hands and elbows remained tied behind her
strong back; the rope gag now serving as a noose around her neck while its
running end remaining tied to the ropes forcing her elbows together. The
General's half nude form rested on his knees between the woman's widely spread
legs as he fucked her exposed asshole. He was holding her by her muscular thighs
as he pressed his cock deeper and deeper into her asshole. The woman's face was
clearly visible despite her blindfold; it managed to convey perfectly the pain
and humiliation she was experiencing. The intensity of the suffering reflected
in her pain ridden face reminded the cameraman of some Church's religious
painting of one of the martyrs. Even his idol Garone, he realized, had never
been able to capture such erotic suffering on film. As he filmed, the woman's
muscular body was being repeatedly forced forward across the concrete and then
roughly jerked back by her attacker, scraping the swollen nipples of her tender
breasts across the rough concrete with each of his bull like thrusts.
Magnificent, he thought as he struggled to keep the viewfinder centered on her
tortured face. Reluctantly, Dimrtri panned away from Val to Arkan as he
sodomized the other American. Unlike the time he had filmed Valkyrie's rape in
the barn when he had avoided filming his boss, he had orders to include Arkan
today, to show the General and Arkan side by side assaulting the American women.
Carefully, he panned from Arkan's smiling, bearded face down his hairy chest to
the sweat shiny body of the woman underneath him, lying face up on her bound arm
with her legs held in the air by Arkan. The cameraman panned from her pert
breasts, bouncing with the force of her attacker's thrusts, to her agony filled
face. He noted that her face was turned to her side, her blindfold removed,
staring not at Arkan but at a suffering Val.
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"That's it General! Fuck the bitch in her ass. That's the best place to fuck a
woman. Her pain: your pleasure."
The General said nothing in reply. He felt uncomfortable both in the man's
familiarity and in having sex which another man present. But the excitement of
raping this woman far outweighed his discomfort. Arkan was opening up a new
world of pleasure to him; it would be churlish to rebuff the man. So, he smiled
at Arkan and said nothing, concentrating instead on the tight hole he was
plundering. His cock actually seemed to lengthen and grow harder if that were
possible as he sank it deeper into the woman's small anus. Never had he felt
such pleasure and such power. He gripped the woman's firm hips and stared down
at the sight of his cock sawing in and out of her tiny anus. The feeling of
holding unlimited power over this strong woman intoxicated him. She looked so
strong and yet so vulnerable as she crouched there under him, her legs spread
open to expose her abused cunt and asshole.
Though Valkyrie could not understand the meaning of the words in Serbo-Croatian,
she could sense the gleeful malice behind the words. Valkyrie had been driven to
the edge of madness by the prolonged pain of her suspension compound as it was
by the humiliation of multiple rapes by anonymous assailants. Now she had been
thrown face down on the concrete and her ass obscenely raised to offer her
vulnerable ass hole to a new attacker. Frantically, she strained her exhausted
muscles, pulling vainly against her ropes. Her muscles flexed helplessly under
her tanned skin as she struggled. Her ungagged mouth screamed pleas for mercy.
"PLEASEEE... NO MORE....LET ME ALONEEE!...AAGHEEEE!"
Her body thrashed weakly in her ropes. Her arms remained tied securely at her
wrists and elbows; her feet remained tied to the bench where Arkan had bound
them when he lowered her to the floor. She felt so vulnerable at that point, her
strong body trembling as she fearfully waited for the man to take her. At that
moment she would have done anything, betrayed anyone, to gain a moment's relief.
But no matter what she promised, or how earnestly she begged, the unseen men
ignored her. She sacrificed her pride and self-respect for no purpose. Instead,
she felt the painfully familiar burning sensation of a cock penetrating her
anus. New pain and fear overwhelmed her, bring in their wake a deep sense of
hopelessness. She would, she realized now, spend the rest of her life like this;
no one would save her. She had been reduced to nothing more than a fuck hole for
a gang of uniformed terrorists. The feelings of utter hopelessness overcame her.
She could no longer resist. Valkyrie stopped struggling and let her body slump
in the ropes, her face pressed against the cold concrete. She surrendered her
body to her attacker. Only the involuntary clenching of her anal muscles
continued to resist him as he penetrated her asshole. She could feel him sinking
deeper into her back passage, producing a dull, burning pain as he forced her
colon to expand to accommodate him. Loud sobs shock her body as the man's cock
slowly borrowed its way into her. It felt to Valkyrie as if he were going to
split her in two, as if he were shoving his arm up her ass rather than his cock.
Still, she did not resist him. She had accepted his dominance over her. Her mind
was mercifully blank. Though pleas for a mercy which these men did not possess
poured from her lips, Valkyrie did not even know what she was saying.
Arkan watched the General's introduction to sodomy with the smile of an
indulgent teacher watching his star pupil's first science experiment. It was, he
thought, far more pleasant that his own introduction to anal sex as a teenager
at the hands of his two hundred pound cellmate. Still, he knew the General would
never understand the mind of the woman beneath him until he had been on the
bottom as well. Perhaps, he thought with a smile, that too could be arranged
once he had the tape of the General fucking the American. Anyway, his own rape
had happened a long time ago. Now he was the one on top, fucking a beautiful
American flyer in the ass. He rode Bobbie harder, his cock plowing into her
tight ass chute with all his power. He had never felt more powerful than he did
at this moment with his cock embedded in the tight hot hole that was Bobbie's
ass and with the General firmly caught in his honeyed trap. He fucked Bobbie
with short, jack hammer like thrusts, expanding her tiny anal passage a
millimeter at a time while he stared down at the profile of her beautiful young
face. His cock felt as if it were being squeezed in a vise, the muscle
contractions -accompanied by the captive brunette's deep sobs -gripping his cock
felt like a strong hand. Harder and harder he fucked, his half nude, hairy body
dripping sweat onto the nude body of his helpless victim. Her helplessness was
an aphrodisiac for Arkan, driving him to fuck ever harder into Bobbie in an
attempt to possess her totally, body and soul.
Underneath Arkan, Bobbie grunted and moaned softly with each of those terrible
thrusts into her ass chute. Exhausted from the pain of her prolonged suspension;
she could not have resisted him even if she had not been bound. Bound as she was
and immobilized by the weight of Arkan's huge body on top of her, Bobbie could
only lie there helplessly as this evil man used her body in a painful and
humiliating manner. The pain from his sodomy was ten times worse than the
multiple rapes her cunt had endured earlier. Bobbie felt as if a tree limb were
being shoved up her colon instead of a cock. Her ass was a solid mass of pain as
the man's cock kept penetrating deeper into her. She wanted to scream, to plead;
but the sight of Val crouching there beside her, sniveling and crying, stilled
those screams. Bobbie was transfixed by the way Val looked so completely
crushed, so totally dominated, by the gray haired man raping her ass. The sight
of Val, her spirit apparently broken -begging incoherently, terrified Bobbie.
She called out Val's name but there was no response. Val was, she thought, in
another world. Bobbie stared across the floor at Val. She could see the other
woman's red, raw cunt looking like an open wound, still dripping cum from the
earlier rapes. Looming above her cunt, the older man's huge cock had spread
Val's tiny sphincter open far beyond anything Bobbie would have believed
possible. She saw the sweat rolling off Val's strong body as Val crouched there
submissively, moaning and pleading. Bobbie could not believe the words pouring
out of Val's mouth.
"Please...please...don't hurt me any more...I'll do whatever you want...I'll be
good..I will...don't...No.. please?"
The General looked over at Arkan and ask in his language, " What is the bitch
saying?"
Arkan smiled and replied in the same tongue, " She likes it. The bitch likes
it!"
This is all my fault, Bobbie thought. The plight of her idol made Bobbie's pain
and humiliation seem unimportant, almost a kind of justice since, in Bobbie's
guilt-tortured mind, she was the one who had caused Val's capture by telling
Arkan where their pick-up point was located.. Val, she believed, was too smart
and too tough for them to have captured if only she had kept her mouth shut.
Bobbie embraced the pain now as penitence for betraying Val. As she tried to
steel herself to be strong for Val's sake, the words of some German from a long
forgotten college philosophy class came unbidden to her mind;
"That which does not kill us, makes us stronger".
For a moment, she had the crazy urge to laugh; obviously, she thought, that Kraut had never been fucked in
the ass.
Arkan's thrusts were shaking Bobbie's whole body now, making her clench the
muscles in her ass. Bobbie tried to pull her self together , to relax and accept
what this horrible man was doing to her and by doing so to regain some control
over her own body. But her rapist had control; she could not take it back. She
could only lie there and suffer, mentally and physically, struggling to even
breath as the man's cock pounded into her with the force of a locomotive. With
drool, snot, and tears streaming down her face, Bobbie could no longer even
think. Her mind was a mass of pain. She was totally paralyzed by the brutality
of Arkan's ass rape. She feared that it would go on forever. Finally, she felt
the cock inside her stop its thrusts and then quiver as it emptied itself into
her ass channel. She felt his hot cum fill her. Eventually, Arkan pulled out of
her, dropping her legs to the concrete. Painfully, Bobbie rolled onto her side
to look at Valkyrie. As she watched, the gray haired man pulled Valkyrie's ass
hard into his crotch and held it there as he humped frantically into her ass.
Then he abandon Valkyrie, allowing her to collapse face down on the concrete.
Valkyrie's body was now stretched full length on the cold floor, her face turned
away from Bobbie. Bobbie stared at her companion, taking in the sobs still
periodically shaking her muscular body. She was appalled by the sight of
Valkyrie's wide open ass hole- a red raw open wound between her perfect ass
cheeks, still dripping man cum. Bobbie whispered to her.
"Val? Val...... please, you're going to be OK; I know it. We'll get out of this
somehow. I'm so sorry Val. It's all my fault."
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Valkyrie had no idea how long it had been since the man had stopped using her
ass. She still lay on the concrete floor, her arms bound tightly behind her
back. Now she could see though; her blindfold was gone. . She could breath
freely for the first time since they had strung her up in those ropes hours ago.
She could not see Bobbie. A few feet away Arkan and a distinguished gray haired
man, both nude to the waist, sat on benches at a rough table eating, drinking,
and laughing. The faint aroma of their food carried to her, making her realize
how hungry she was. Valkyrie could not remember the last time she had eaten
anything. She watched them with her half closed eyes, being careful not to move
for fear they would begin the torture again if they knew she was awake. She
could not prevent a shutter at the thought of more abuse. God, she thought,
please make it stop.
Her involuntary movement had not gone unnoticed. Arkan stood and walked to where
she was laying. In his hand was a piece of salami. He waived it in front of her
as he taunted her.
"Ah, Valkyrie- the great American hero is awake. Good, I am in the mood for
another "Ride of the Valkyrie". Hmmm, ready for another ride, whore?"
The General's head came up at Arkan's words. Though he did not speak
English, he recognized one of Arkan's words. In the Serbo-Croatian
they shared, he ask,
"Valkyrie? Amerikana? What do you mean. ?"
"My General, these are the American whores everyone is looking for, don't you
see. What a great Joke on the stupid Americans. They think the Muslims have
them. Don't worry. No one will ever know about this. It will be our secret.
Valkyrie? That is the name this whore gave herself, her..callsign it is called.
She calls herself a Valkyrie after the women goddesses in German myth who carry
the fallen warrior to heaven. Appropriate, is it not, my General? She has been
"transporting " a lot of Serb warriors to heaven since she came to be in my
care." Improvising further, he continued at a rapid pace, " After all the
Americans had done to cheat the Serbs, to deny us what is ours with this Dayton
Accord of theirs, and after the way they screwed you, I thought you should have
the opportunity to screw one of them. To take the American Navy's woman. It is
my gift to you. She is an officer in their Navy, you know. A Lieutenant. Of
course, no one else will ever know. Do you think I am crazy? Don't worry, they
will disappear soon. Then you and I will be the only ones who know. It will be
our little secret. Come, let me show you what these two whores can do."
Drunken with lust and fascinated by the idea of striking a blow at the hated
Americans, General Milosadic accepted Arkan's lies at face value. He was
distracted by his thoughts. He had fucked an American Navy officer. The idea
fascinated him. He had possessed one of the almighty Americans' whores. He had
fucked the American whore officer in her ass. He had screwed the Americans!
These thoughts kept running through his mind. Arkan was right, he thought, it
was a great joke. A smile spread over his craggy face at the thought of it.
Determined to keep the General distracted, Arkan cast about for something to
capture his attention. Then he realized that the woman was staring hungrily at
the sausage in his hand. An idea leaped into his mind. With the General's help,
he put both the women on the bench, sitting facing each other. Taking the loose
end of the rope gag which now encircled Valkyrie's neck like a noose, he tied it
to the bench behind her back, forcing her to lean back and support her weight on
her still bound hands, bracing them on the bench top behind her back. Then he
took the remaining 2/3's of the salami that they had been eating and pushed one
end into Valkyrie's cunt. Quickly, he and the General forced Bobbie's cunt up
against Valkyrie's by putting one leg over and one leg under in a scissors and
then fed her cunt the remaining half of the hard, greasy sausage. Then they tied
the running end of Bobbie's noose- the rope gag now rested around her neck- to
the bench behind her so that both leaned away from each other- their weight
supported by their bound hands- with their sausage filled cunts hard against
each other. As the General admired their positioning, skipping around them like
a schoolboy, Arkan tied his familiar nylon fishing line around each of their
nipples. In a moment, each man had two thin lines in his hands which were used
in the manner of a puppeteer to control the women as they ordered the two flyers
to fuck each other or have their nipples ripped off!.
Bobbie could feel the warmth of Valkyrie's cunt touching her, rubbing against
her clit. The idea of touching Val there aroused her despite her shame at being
forced to masturbate in front of these men. The feeling of the salami inside her
was not unpleasant; her cunt had been so expanded by her earlier rapes that
there was no discomfort there. She experimented by carefully moving her hips
back an inch, letting the sausage slip part way out of her cunt, and then moving
back toward Val until their clits made contact in an electric sensation. Val
stared angrily at her without moving until the General used one of the nylon
lines to jerk on Valkyrie's sore, swollen nipples, the lines tightening around
the nipples' tips until they bulged obscenely. Valkyrie moaned as her body moved
forward involuntarily, rubbing their clits together. Another pull on the
nipples, and Valkyrie was moving her hips slowly in imitation of Bobbie. The two
women appeared to be fucking each other as they fell into a rhythm by which they
came together and then pulled apart, alternatively revealing and engulfing the
red salami connecting the two aviator's cunts. Bobbie stared at Val, her breath
becoming increasingly ragged as she became more and more aroused by the sight of
her idol's nude sweaty body. She could see Val's nipples being tormented by the
heavy set, gray haired man, making them stand out from her heavy breasts and
turn a purple red with the trapped blood. Then she felt the same pain as Arkan
began to pull on the lines around her nipples. Slowly, one at a time, he
tightened them until her nipples were duplicates of Val's swollen rosebuds.
Bobbie welcomed the pain of this; it was something she was sharing with Valkyrie.
Bobbie fucked harder on the sausage inside her, carefully keeping her movements
in time with Val's irregular hip movements. She stared at Val's face, which was
an expressionless mask. Bobbie's face was a bright red, a mirror of her
embarrassment and her excitement. Across from her Val stared in distaste at her
companion. She wondered how the little bitch could be enjoying this terrible
degradation. All too aware of the eyes of the two leering men- and the pain they
were inflicting on her much abused nipples-Valkyrie seethed with repressed
anger. She longed to strike back at the men torturing her- and at Bobbie as
well. But she was too afraid to defy the men. Instead she fucked the salami. It
felt good!
Especially when Bobbie's clit rubbed against her own. It was the
first time sex had not meant pain since she had been captured. She
tried to relax , but the pain in her breasts and her aversion to
lesbian sex prevented that. As the two women fucked each other with
the sausage as if it were a dildo, Valkyrie could not avoid beginning
to feel arousal. No enough to get off on, for she was afraid; but
enough to make her wet. This became apparent as sucking sounds began
to come from the women's cunts. First from Bobbie's cunt and then, to
her disgust, from her own, came the slippery sounds. The men found
this very amusing. Using his fingers to investigate, Arkan declared,
"So, you're getting hot. You are a slut. A dirty, deviant slut just like your
slut friend!"
Valkyrie was humiliated! But she could not deny the truth of his first
observation. She was getting hot. She leaned back, resting more of her weight on
her arms to allow her to thrust harder into Bobbie's cunt, searching for the
smaller woman's clit with her own.
She found Bobbie matching her thrust for thrust, pressing into
Valkyrie's cunt with her own until the sodden salami entirely
disappeared within their cunts. Again and again they fucked the
sausage, now finding its narrow diameter a disappointment where a
moment earlier they had been grateful for that narrowness. Valkyrie
was panting, her sweat soaked chest heaving with each breath as she
rubbed herself against her friend. Bobbie cried out to her,
"VAL...I'M ALMOST...THERE...VAL....VAL!"
As soon as she spoke, Arkan grabbed Bobbie, pulling her away from Valkyrie's
hips and dislodging the salami from her cunt. Valkyrie grunted helplessly; now
she had nothing to friction herself against. Frantically, she tried to hump the
bench itself to bring herself off.
She heard Arkan's hated voice.
"No, sluts! It is not time for you to have any fun yet. Its time for you to go
back to work again....whores!"
Valkyrie cried in frustration as he dragged her to the floor and onto her knees
beside Bobbie, their necks still tied to the bench. She had been so close.
Valkyrie could see by Bobbie's face that she had not reached her climax either.
Valkyrie felt a moment's satisfaction at that. Arkan reached down to her cunt
and pulled the soggy salami out of her. The motion of the dildo/sausage almost
brought her off. Then she was looking at the salami as Arkan held it inches from
her face. She could see that it was limp now, saturated with the spendings of
both their vaginas. Its color was even different, a paler red. It was so close
that she could smell it, a mixture of spicy meat and a woman's cunt- her cunt
and Bobbie's.
Arkan held it before her and smiled. "There is something in your Geneva
Convention about feeding prisoners, is there not. Don't say I never gave you
anything. I'm giving you this sausage. Enjoy it, whore." He held it out to her
after reversing it so that the portion which had been inside Bobbie was offered
to her. Valkyrie stared at it, her disgust evident on her face.
"Eat it whore! Or I'll hang you up again..... forever!"
Valkyrie opened her mouth and slowly leaned forward to close her lips around a
chunk of the warm, cunt flavored salami. Closing her eyes , she bit down,
tearing it off and chewing the tough meat. Valkyrie could taste the meat, the
spices, and the fat in the salami. God, she was hungry! She could also taste
something else, strong and almost sweet on her tongue. It was, she knew,
Bobbie's taste. It filled her mouth. The taste was not bad, but Valkyrie could
not keep herself from gagging on the piece of meat. She was eating another
woman's cunt! The very thought disgusted her. She gagged again; then she forced
herself to keep chewing until she could force the meat down. But the taste
lingered.
Arkan held the sausage out to Bobbie, offering her the end which had been in
Valkyrie's cunt. Without hesitation, Bobbie took the meat into her mouth,
tearing it off with her strong, white teeth. She chewed it slowly, savoring the
taste of Valkyrie as well as the sausage. Bobbie swallowed it and held her mouth
open for another.
Arkan offered another piece to Valkyrie. This time one from the end
which had been in her own cunt. He smiled at the look of distaste on
the bound woman's face as she consumed this tidbit of flavored salami
as well. He fed them alternately, offering each a mix of meat flavored
with her own juices and those of her companion. Obediently, the women
ate the morsels he offered them. Valkyrie was humiliated by this,
grimacing at the thought of where the meat had been. Bobbie ate the
proffered meat willingly. When there was no more sausage, Arkan told
them,
"Now for something to drink. You will have to work for your cocktails though!"
Smiling at his own witticism, Arkan opened his pants to offer his cock to Bobbie
while the General watched. The two women knelt side by side in front of the
bench, their faces at the level of the men's crotches. Arkan reached down to
recover one of the thin nylon lines, the one tied to Bobbie's right nipple.
"Use this to control her; she'll do whatever you want after a few pulls on her
tits!"
To demonstrate, Arkan gave a sharp tug on his line. Bobbie moaned and arched her
back in response, inadvertently offering her pert breasts up to Arkan for more
punishment. Arkan toyed with her nipple, stretching it and then giving a
moment's respite before repeating the process as Bobbie squirmed and moaned in
response. He held his cock to her face with one hand and switched to English to
order her to lick his cock. As Arkan stretched and tormented her tit, Bobbie
extended her tongue and ran it up the sensitive underside of Arkan's cock. She
licked it slowly, between moans, caressing the man's cock with the tip of her
tongue. She could taste her shit on his cock; it was bitter on her tongue.
Goaded by the pain from her breast, she frantically licked Arkan's cock, using
her tongue to remove all traces of her shit and his cum and leave his cock erect
and shiny with her saliva. Arkan grasp her by her short dark hair and held her
head motionless as he slowly inserted his huge cock into her open mouth. Without
pausing to allow the young flyer time to adjust to the sudden invasion, Arkan
sheathed his cock inside Bobbie's mouth and throat. He forced it down her throat
until Bobbie's nose was buried in his foul smelling cock hair. Bobbie's face
turned red as she tried, and failed, to breath around the cock filling her mouth
and throat. He held his cock motionless inside her until he could see Bobbie's
eyes begin to roll up in her head. Only then did he relent and pull half of his
cock out of her mouth, leaving the head resting on her soft tongue while Bobbie
tried to suck air into her starved lungs. After only a few seconds, Arkan again
buried his cock inside her hot, wet throat, cutting off the young woman's air
and forcing her to suck frantically on his cock as she tried vainly to draw air
around it. Only when Bobbie was again ready to pass out from oxygen deprivation
did Arkan partially withdraw his cock and allow her to suck in enough oxygen to
remain conscious for a few more moments. He toyed with her, using his cock to
torture her.
The General watched Arkan for few moments before he turned to the frightened
Valkyrie. He grasp both of the lines connected to Valkyrie's huge, swollen
nipples. He drew the lines taunt, then slowly pulled harder as if he would lift
her off her knees by her breasts. Valkyrie leaned back in her pain, a moan
escaping her lips. The General grinned down at her as he pulled harder,
tormenting her breasts; he turned to Arkan and demanded:
" Tell the American Whore to lick my boots! Tell her!"
Arkan smiled, " Excellent General, you have the heart of a sadist". Then,
switching to English, he said, " VALKYRIE!, lick his boots, whore!"
The agonized Valkyrie looked up at him and then at the General. The pain from
her stretched breasts was consuming her; she had no heart left to defy these
men. When the General loosened his grip on the lines attached to her nipples,
she bent forward at the waist and brought her face down to the level of the
man's highly polished boots. Valkyrie could see a distorted reflection of her
face in the toe of the boot. She closed her eyes and reached out with her
tongue. She felt it touch the leather of his boots; the leather tasted bitter to
her tongue. Hating herself, she began to lick, covering the toe with her saliva.
When she had slobbered enough over that toe, the General nudged her to the other
boot with the wet leather of his boot. Again, Valkyrie went through the
humiliation of licking the man's boot. She had almost finished making the toe of
that boot shiny with her saliva when the General suddenly jerked her up. He used
the lines attached to her breasts to pull her up. Valkyrie screamed at the
sudden pain. She tried to get to her feet, but the line around her neck stopped
her. She fell back to her knees before the General. Imitating Arkan, he used one
hand to hold her by her short blonde hair as the other hand guided his cock into
her half open mouth. In her fear and anger, Valkyrie thought about biting his
cock off! but she was afraid. She did not resist as he forced his cock into her
mouth, allowing him to thrust it down her throat. Her mind told her to bite
down, to strike back at them. She tried to make her jaw clamp down and bite off
the man's cock. She could not make herself do it. They had broken her. She was
afraid- afraid of dying and afraid of not dying if she did it. Shocked at the
depths to which she had fallen, she submitted passively to the man's cock. He
used her hair to force her mouth back and forth on his cock, making her mouth
fuck his cock. Valkyrie was gagging with each thrust as the cock rode over her
tongue and its head struck her pharynx. She struggle for breath as he brutally
fucked her mouth, barely drawing enough oxygen from around his cock to keep from
suffocating. All Valkyrie could see was the man's hairy crotch pressing against
and retreating from her face. All she could think about was how this cock in her
mouth had been inside her ass just moments before. Mercifully, she could not
understand the words the man raping her was screaming out.
"SUCK ME WHORE! TAKE MY COCK..TAKE ALL OF IT YOU WHORE..
..FEEL A REAL MAN'S COCK..A SERB'S.. I AM THE WINNER HERE..
YOU ARE NOTHING, YOU FILTHY AMERICAN,.FEEL MY POWER!"
Her whole world was now reduced to just the cock raping her mouth and the hairy
loins around it. Valkyrie moved her tongue, using it to caresses the sensitive
underside of the man's cock. She was trying to speed his climax, to escape the
brutal rape of her mouth even at the cost of pleasing his man. Regardless, the
man's cock continued to thrust in and out of her mouth, raping her throat as if
it were her cunt. The General held Valkyrie by her hair as he fucked into her
mouth, bruising the woman's lips with his powerful strokes. Her strangled grunts
and the liquid sounds his cock made as it traveled in and out of her mouth were
the only counterparts to the grunts of the gray haired, heavy set General.
Valkyrie felt helpless as she knelt there, her sweat soaked, muscular body held
immobile by his hand in her hair. On and on the cock raped her mouth in a
seemingly unending, machinelike motion. Valkyrie's mind lost track of the time
as she struggle to breath. Suddenly, the man stopped fucking her mouth; instead
he held his cock in his fist with its head almost touching the soft, sweaty skin
of her chin. He pumped it once, then twice, before it began spewing his hot,
sticky white cum over her face. The substance covered her chin and cheeks,
squirted into her gasping mouth, and even shot into her eyes and onto her
forehead. He covered her entire face with his cum, leaving her with a white
mask. When the burning cum stopped hitting her face, Valkyrie dared to look up
into the man's face. What she saw before she dropped her gaze was terrifying;
the man's face was a mask of hate glaring silently down at her. He did not put
away his cock. He continued to stroke it as he stared down at her. Without
warning, another burst of hot liquid hit her face. It was a moment before
Valkyrie realized that the burning, foul smelling liquid was not more of his
cum. It was his urine! He was pissing on her face! Laughing, he directed the
stream across her cum covered face, washing the cum away so that it mixed with
the piss; the vile combination ran off her face and down onto her breasts and
torso to fall onto the cold concrete. Valkyrie could not move; her shock was
total. She could only crouch there helpless, his fist in her hair, as he pissed
in her face. Her humiliation was complete; the man was using her as his toilet.
Valkyrie did not think she could sink any lower. The man's cum already filled
her ass; now her face was covered with his cum and piss. She wanted to die!
Beside her Arkan was still fucking Bobbie's mouth. He continued to torment her
by thrusting his cock down her throat, cutting off her air, until she was about
to pass out from the lack of oxygen. Then he would withdraw his cock just enough
to allow her to breath- for a few seconds- before he began suffocating her again
with his cock. Crouching at his feet, Bobbie gagged and whimpered helplessly.
Arkan continued to torture her nipple even now, as a result of which her right
nipple had swollen to twice the size of its twin. As he watched the General rape
Valkyrie's mouth and then cum all over her face, his slow thrusts picked up
speed. When he saw the General piss on the proud woman's face, Arkan could not
hold himself back any longer. He thrust his cock into her throat one more time
and then pulled out to empty himself on Bobbie's upturned, panic stricken face.
He covered the young flyer's face with his cum, coating her chin and cheeks with
the sticky white substance as she gasped frantically for breath. Then he stepped
back; the two female flyers exchanged fearful glances at each others faces,
covered as they were with the men's spendings, wondering fearfully what more
these men would do to them.
"Excellent work, General! Excellent! You really know how to put a woman in her
place. Do you mind if I borrow her for a small task?" Without waiting for an
answer, he switched to English and told Valkyrie, " I want you to lick your
friend's face clean. Or would you rather go back to hanging from the ceiling
while my men fuck you?"
Obediently, Valkyrie leaned over to Bobbie. For a moment, she stared in
revulsion at the cum covering Bobbie's face. Then a jerk on her nipple wires
overcame her reluctance, and she began to lick Bobbie. Slowly, she cleaned the
younger woman's face, inch by painful inch, of the sticky cum. Bobbie remained
motionless as Val's tongue worked over her face, her eyes never leaving Val's.
The delicate sensation of Val's tongue licking her skin made Bobbie squirm,
exciting her sexually despite all she had been through. Even the strong odor of
urine clinging to Valkyrie's face did not disturb her pleasure in Val's touch.
For Valkyrie, the task was very distasteful and made more so by the obvious
expression of pleasure on Bobbie's face. That was worse than the foul taste of
Arkan's cum covering Bobbie's face. Controlling her anger, Valkyrie continued
until she had licked and swallowed every bit of Arkan's cum, leaving Bobbie's
smooth face clean and shiny with her saliva.
The two men had one final indignity for Valkyrie. They forced both her and
Bobbie to stretch out on the floor facing each other. Using the ropes still
around both their necks, Arkan pulled their faces into each other cunts. He
brought the running end of the rope over their heads and tied it to the other
woman's bound arms. Then the men tied each woman's feet tightly together,
trapping their heads in each other's crotches. Valkyrie's face was pressed
against Bobbie's cunt, which was still dripping cum from the earlier gang rapes.
Bobbie's face was similarly nestled against Valkyrie's cum and piss covered
cunt. Valkyrie recoiled at the smell and taste of Bobbie's cunt. Reluctantly,
she accepted that she would have to endure this perverse arrangement. Then she
felt the light touch of Bobbie's tongue on her cunt. She could not believe this!
How could she have taken Bobbie under her wing, lived in the same room even,
with this pervert. Frantically, she tried to protest, to order Bobbie to stop.
But her words were muffled by Bobbie's cunt; nothing came out except indistinct
sounds. Valkyrie felt as if she were being raped again-this time by Bobbie! In
her mind she cried out for an end to these assaults. Struggling as best she
could within the confines of her perverse bondage, Valkyrie tried to scream out
"NO..LEAVE ME ALONE"!
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