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FEMALE POW 2: POSTSCRIPT Part 6
by conwic@aol.com
Though Arkan had died in the American Delta Force attack on his hotel
headquarters cum rape camp early the next morning, he continued to influence
events in his native Balkans. His bodyguard Alexander had survived the attack by
virtue of having accompanied Val and Bobbie to the coast where they were handed
over to the middleman's agent. Blindly following Arkan's instructions on what to
do in case of his sudden, violent death- instructions which had assumed that
Serbian betrayal rather than the Americans would have caused his death;
Alexander had returned to the now empty hotel, found the hidden tapes of
Valkyrie and Bobbie, and gave them to Arkan's contact in the German media. Then
he had disappeared, apparently returning to the obscurity from which Arkan had
rescued him.
The tapes - including the one with General Milosadic as well as the one of the
"going away party"- brought about the renewed war which had been Arkan's dream,
though this new war was not quite the one he had desired. The new war was one
pitting an angry America seeking revenge in the form of capturing General
Milosadic against a frightened but stubborn Bosnian Serb leadership. A deadly
game of hide and seek ensued as for each tit- an American forces raiding a Serb
stronghold in search of the General- there was a tat-a retaliatory car bombings
by the Serbs. Quickly, the disjointed Serbs rallied against the Americans whom
they increasingly saw as the latest in their long history of invaders. The fate
of Valkyrie and Bobbie became a side issue in the new conflict; both sides
assumed that the two women had been taken away that morning before the raid to
be killed and their bodies dropped down one of the many mine shafts used by
Arkan to dispose of his victims' bodies. They were officially listed as Missing,
Presumed Dead. Forgotten.
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If the women were forgotten by their own government, they were not forgotten by
others. Whether from pirated copies of the tapes given to the German media or
from copies of the tapes sold by Arkan to the Mafia- or a combination of the
two, uncensored pictures of the assorted gang rapes inflicted upon Valkyrie and
Bobbie circulated widely throughout Europe despite the best efforts of various
governments to stop them. Like all forbidden information, these pictures and
video clips found their way onto the internet. Posted on anonymous and short
lived sites, they spread rapidly around the globe, changing in the course of a
day from expensive pornography for the jaded Italian elite to an item of
popular, if perverse, culture.
Nowhere was the effect of these graphic pictures felt more deeply than in the
ranks of the U.S. Navy's aviation community. To many they were an obscenity. To
others, a confirmation of their deeply held view that women did not belong in
their ranks. The controversy remained generally hidden from the American public
except for three incidents which reached the popular media.
The first was the news of a cruel adolescent prank at the Naval Academy. An
unpopular female midshipman found a printout of a black and white picture of
Bobbie being raped by Arkan pinned to the pillow on her bed one night. The
printout showed the young woman being sodomized by Arkan, her agonized face
clearly visible to the viewer. On the back of the picture was the message, "THIS
IS HOW YOU'LL END UP SOMEDAY, BITCH." Despite draconian measures by the Academy,
the person who put the picture there was never identified. The young woman left
the Academy soon afterwards.
The second was the scandal which centered around the Services' joint SERE
Schooling- Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape - a training course for
aircrew members in avoiding or at worse surviving a POW experience. Doctrinally,
the school taught both male and female students to expect and accept rape. It
also attempted to teach male students to accept the rape of female POWs,
anticipating that an enemy might rape a female POW in front of her male
counterparts in the hope that some males would give up the desired information
to save the woman. The idea of doing nothing as a woman was raped in front of
them proved difficult for many male flyers to accept. An instructor at the SERE
School decided to experiment with the use of the film showing Valkyrie's gang
rape in the barn as a teaching tool. Without first clearing its use with the
school Commandant, he repeatedly showed the film to some male students to
determine if frequent viewing would , in the instructor's words, "desensitize"
the men to the sight of a woman being raped. News of the video's use reached the
class's two females. Their revelation of the film's use on the news program, 60
Minutes, resulted in the court-martial of the instructor and led to
Congressional hearings about the school itself. For weeks the news media had a
field day with stories of female students being subjected to sexual humiliation
by being strip-searched and then kept nude for long periods while they were
physically abused- all actions which were officially condoned by the school as
necessary in order to prepare the women for the inevitable sexual abuse
associated with a POW experience. Though these actions were supposed to be
carried out only by female members of the mock guard force, the female
"prisoners" were unable to tell if there were male guards present or not since
the women were hooded during their ordeal. Later comments by a number of male
guards indicating a detail knowledge of the women's most intimate body parts- in
one pilot's case the presence of a butterfly tattoo above her vagina- led many
of the female students to wonder if male guards were being allowed to watch
their humiliation. The belief that this training had become a sadistic game for
some of the male and female members of the enlisted guard force was expressed
during the hearings by several female officers who had been students at the SERE
course. That the training was realistic, and that the men had experienced the
same treatment for over two decades was generally ignored in the sensational
media coverage. Fearing that a continued use of such training after public
complaints by these female officers would create a political firestorm, the
Pentagon ordered the POW camp portion of SERE Schooling to be discontinued,
effectively ending all training in dealing with a POW situation and stifling the
already constrained debate within the military community about capture and rape.
The third and most notorious incident involved Valkyrie's and Bobbie's old
squadron , now totally male. It was no secret that after the Newsweek article,
there had been bad blood between Valkyrie and many of the male pilots who felt
slighted by the attention focused on the two women. Then a supermarket tabloid
published what it claimed were photos of a male flyer assigned to VF-142 wearing
an obscene T shirt featuring Valkyrie. The pictures showed a T-shirt bearing a
reproduction of a picture of Valkyrie as she carried Arkan his drink before the
final gang rape at Arkan's hotel. The reproduction showed her attired only in
fishnet hose and an open men's coat, being led around by the lines tied to her
nipples. Above the picture was a caption: " Who You Gonna Call...BITCHTAMERS"
The photos were accompanied by an article which claimed that other men in the
unit had similar shirts, that they in fact had formed an informal club called
"BITCHTAMERS", that at least one man possessed the entire tape showing that
fateful night, and that the tape had frequently been played by unit members at
private parties of the "BITCHTAMERS". Crucified in print, some men in the
squadron struck back. In an article in Soldier of Fortune magazine they
described Valkyrie as a partygirl and related in detail many of her sexual
adventures, including a number of one night stands she had with various, often
married men. Accompanying the article were photos of Val taken before her last
cruise, photos which showed a grinning Valkyrie wearing her partygirl outfit-
fishnet stockings, leather micro-mini skirt, and a man's black blazer- and
waving a large rubber dildo at the camera. The picture and accompanying story,
so directly at odds with the girl scout image of Valkyrie propagated by the Navy
and by various feminist groups, sparked a new firefight in the Navy's running
gender wars as well as fueling a print war which still continues.
Soon, perhaps the only people in the world unaware of the pictures and the
controversy they had engendered were the women they portrayed. Valkyrie and
Bobbie had gone far beyond such concerns.
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His Royal Highness, the Sultan of Borneo- the world's richest man - turned his
gaze from the placid waters of the South China Sea back to the shaded terrace of
his palace, leaned back in his canopied chair, and smiled down at his favorite
"toy". He had hundreds- thousands- of expensive toys: cars, planes, polo ponies,
palaces, boats; but none of those toys were as satisfying as the one at his
feet. Idly, he fed a slice of fruit to the naked brunette woman kneeling there
by his feet, her leash tied to the arm of his chair. Obediently she took the
fruit in her mouth, licking the sticky juice off his fingers in the process, all
without moving her manacled hands from her lap. The Sultan rewarded her by
stroking her short mop of dark hair in a gesture which turned into a command
drawing her face upward to the robe covering his crotch. As the woman's head
burrowed under the loose robe to find his soft cock, the Sultan turned his
attention to that corner of the terrace exposed to the harsh sun. There he found
the figure of a tall, muscular, and very nude blonde woman- her deeply tanned
and oiled skin gleaming in the sunlight - kneeling on the hard tiles. You could
not have told that she was a blonde by looking at her though, for her short
blonde hair was hidden under the heavy black leather punishment helmet which
covered her entire head. In addition, her blonde pubs had been shaven, exposing
the well exercised, reddish flesh of her vagina. The woman in the helmet could
not see, or hear , or- with the dildo plug inserted in the mouth opening as it
was now-speak. She could barely breath inside the stifling heat of the helmet.
It was the Sultan's pleasure to keep her that way- except for rare occasions
when he displayed her face to the courtiers of his inner circle. Few men ever
saw her face for the knowledge that she and her companion were here was
dangerous even to a man as wealthy and influential as the Sultan. The muscular
woman, now nameless by order of the Sultan, had once been a U.S. Navy flyer as
had the less obviously foreign and equally nameless brunette servicing his cock.
Shot down over Bosnia less than a year ago, they were officially missing,
presumed dead. Yesterday's news. Out of long practice, the blonde sat patiently
on her folded legs, her arms manacled behind her back. A leash tied to a ring
set in the tile floor ran to the gold chain hanging between her heavy breasts, a
chain linking the two large, golden rings embedded in her thick red nipples. The
rings and chain reflected the sunlight, moving ever so slightly with each breath
the captive woman took. Slowly his cock hardened under the flicking tongue and
soft lips of the petite brunette as the Sultan stared at the nude, kneeling
woman. The soft, sucking sounds coming from the boyish brunette's warm mouth as
it moved up and down his cock continued at a steady pace- without slowing or
quickening- just as she had been so painstakingly trained to do. His cock grew
slowly, jaded by its familiarity with that warm, wet mouth, while its owner
considered what he would do next with his two favorite toys. It was a hard
decision. Since the two had come into his possession four months ago in exchange
for 3 million dollars - a sum equal to roughly two days personal income for the
Sultan, he had indulged himself fully in their charms, using the two women in
every conceivable manner and hole. Unlike conquests from his college days in the
United States, there were no legal, diplomatic, or , with his father finally
dead, paternal limits on what he could do here in his own country to two foreign
women who did not officially existed. Like the pirate ancestors who had
established his throne more than two centuries ago, he knew that it was his
family's birthright to prey on Westerners. His father's chosen prey had been the
Western oil companies seeking to exploit his country's great reserve of oil. His
prey was different. Having developed a taste for the flesh of the liberated
American woman during his college years, his preferred prey was female. These
two Americans were of much more interest to him than the two Malay women who
were the mothers of his children or the Filipino women in his harem. The blonde-
taller, a year older, and much stronger than he-offered him the opportunity to
dominate a strong, arrogant Western woman. The boyish brunette was his pet,
totally submissive and so eager to please that she had required only a whipping
or two since her arrival. By contrast, the larger blonde was compliant, but as
punishment for that compliance was compelled by her own inner demons to seek out
his discipline. Fortunately, the Sultan was happy to meet her need to suffer,
happy to provide a seemingly endless variety of painful experiences for her to
sample. The brunette reminded him of that junior cheerleader he had tasted but
never quite conquered during his senior year. The muscular blonde reminded him
of that senior swimmer he had admired from afar during his first year at Yale.
The two women were in his eyes the perfect pairing, opposites physically and
emotionally yet closely linked spiritually like sisters or..maybe..... lovers.
Loosing the leash from his chair, he instructed the brunette to bring her
companion to the stone bench behind him. As he watched contentedly, she
literally ran to the side of her larger, more muscular friend, Untying the
breast leash from the ring in the stone, she gently pulled on it, signaling the
other woman to rise. She did not speak, knowing that her friend could not hear
her through the thick leather helmet. After a slight start, the blonde woman
rose gracefully and stood submissively in front of her smaller companion,
waiting to be told what to do next. Controlling her friend through the line
attached to the heavy golden rings in the blonde's large nipples, the brunette
steered her across the smooth flagstones to the narrow, stone bench beside which
the Sultan waited. At his nod, she stopped her friend in front of the bench and
gently positioned the blonde on her back resting on her bound arms. Without
further orders, she took each of the blonde's feet and slipped them through rope
loops attached to the framework for the trellis on either side of the bench,
leaving the blonde on her back with her sex exposed. Sinking to her knees in
front of that shaven sex, the brunette looked up at the Sultan, her look
imploring him to grant her this favor. Smiling, the Sultan nodded his head
slightly, indulging her.
Leaning forward, the young woman began to lick her blind, deaf, and dumb
companion, using the flat of her tongue to caresses the slick, open vagina from
the sensitive skin at the rear between her cunt and her anus up to the prominent
clitoris, now decorated with a golden stud piercing its fleshy mound halfway
between its base and the sensitive tip. Kept in a constant state of stimulation
by the stud, the woman's body responded instantly, lubricating herself with
copious amounts of secretion which the brunette eagerly lapped up. As the larger
helmeted woman's body shook with pleasure from the oral attention of her friend,
the Sultan picked up a large red candle from a nearby table, a table covered
with instruments of pain and pleasure, and lit it. He held it over the woman's
reclining body and slowly tipped the candle to allow a drop of hot wax to fall
on the unsuspecting woman's left breast. With her head enclosed inside the
leather helmet, the blonde woman had no warning of the wax's approach. The first
she knew of it was the burning heat as the hot wax hit to her sensitive beast
cone, mixing pain with the pleasure she had been receiving. Again and again he
dropped the hot wax onto her bare skin at irregular intervals. The wax produced
pain but did no permanent harm to her tanned skin; it was the anticipation of
its use when combined with the pleasure coming from the tongue burrowing inside
her which was driving the captive blonde woman mad with conflicting impulses of
pain/pleasure. After some time, the Sultan grew bored with this. Putting down
the candle, he unlocked from the helmet the dildo inserted into the reclining
woman's mouth. As soft moans and muffled pleas escaped from the round opening in
the black helmet, the man took a larger, double ended dildo from the table and
held it up for the brunette to see. As she watched, he slid one end into the wet
cunt of the blonde, helmeted woman and then slid that same end which was wet
with her own secretions into the blonde's mouth, locking it into the helmet.
Eagerly, the brunette slid her body up her friend's , delighting in the skin to
skin contact, until she lay on top of the muscular, nude body of her friend. The
brunette licked the large hard rubber cock jutting out of the mask, licking it
with the flat of her tongue before she took as much of it into her mouth as she
could, sucking on it as if it were a real cock. As she sucked the rubber cock,
the man toyed with her yielding sphincter, making her body wiggle and rubbing
her small cones against her friend's large , but equally soft breasts.
Underneath her, the bound helmeted blonde could only lie passively on the bench
as the dildo in her mouth and throat moved to and fro aggressively in response
to the efforts of the woman sucking the rubber cock.
At a word of command from the Sultan, the brunette repositioned herself above
the blonde's face, above the dildo jutting out of her friend's helmet, and
slowly lowered herself onto the salvia wet rubber until her crotch covered the
helmeted face of her friend. She began riding the dildo, fucking her own cunt as
well as the other woman's mouth with the rubber double ended cock. The Sultan
took the leash attached to the brunette's collar and tied it tightly to the
chain between the blonde's nipple rings. Now each time she lifted herself off
the dildo, the brunette pulled on her friend's breasts, stretching them with
into elongated cones with each upstroke. Slowly at first, then with increasing
speed, the brunette rode her friend's face, oblivious to the labored breathing
of the woman under her.
Satisfied, the Sultan shrugged off his robe to reveal his slender, brown body,
as smooth and hairless as a boy's. He positioned himself standing between the
legs of the large, muscular Western woman and slid his cock into her wet, open
cunt. He felt the woman grip him as he sank into the wet warmth. Slowly he
fucked the tall, muscular blonde, savoring her warm tightness as he watched the
brunette move on the blonde's face, her pert, flying breasts instinctively
drawing his hands to her nipples as she pumped up and down with abandon on the
dildo in her friend's mouth. Needing more, the Sultan reached again for the
still burning candle. Holding it above the two women's breasts, he alternated
dropping the hot wax onto their breasts as he slowly fucked the reclining woman.
The convulsions of the muscular blonde's cunt muscles every time a drop of the
hot wax unexpectedly hit her breast squeezed his cock like a masturbating hand,
milking him with almost painful pleasure. Soon, both the reclining woman's
breasts were encased in the hardening wax, covering both sensitive nipples and
forcing him to aim for the less sensitive sides of her large breasts. The
pleasure which came from using the hot wax on the smaller brunette was
different, less physical. It was the pleasure of seeing the conflicting fear and
excitement in the brunette's eyes as he held the candle above her wax spattered
breast. Idly he picked at the wax on her left nipple to expose it to his thumb
and forefinger while she steadied herself with her small hands on his shoulders-
the burning candle held threateningly between them in his right hand. Leaving
the throbbing nub, he gripped the brunette in her short mop of hair and drew her
mouth towards his own. He thrust his tongue into her submissively accepting
mouth as he thrust his cock into her friend's submissively accommodating cunt.
He began to come, shooting spurt after spurt of cum into the warmth surrounding
his cock. As he found his release, his right hand dropped, inadvertently dumping
the full measure of melted wax onto the helmeted woman's quaking stomach,
goading her to a masochistic climax as her brunette friend rode the dildo in the
blonde's mouth to her own climax.
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THE END
