Female Pow 2 - Nightmare In Bosnia by Conwic (Hetero sex, NC, Rape, Capture, Military) DISCLAIMERS: This story includes descriptions of rape, bondage, and torture. If descriptions of such activities offend you, DO NOT READ THIS STORY! If you are under twenty-one years of age, DO NOT READ THIS STORY! This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story may be reproduced and distributed electronically where the laws allow so long as it is not changed in any way and authorship is acknowledged. I would like to thank those friends whose advice have helped me in writing - and rewriting- this story. I welcome comments and suggestions from readers. All flames will be ignored. PROLOGUE: This story takes place in the Balkans in early 1998, as the peace process continues to unravel, and the American forces prepare to withdraw. The result is the embolden of the Serbian factions seeking a renewal of the war. This story examines what happens when two of the American women now serving as combatants in those forces are caught in the middle of the developing conflict. Part 1 "That one looks like she will show some sport, eh Alexander. Let's see how far she gets." As the two men watched from the sheltering smoke enveloping the looted shell of what had been the town's largest house, a young woman, clad in fashionably tight jeans and an expensive- and torn- T-shirt, bolted from the front door of the adjoining house into the street like the hunted animal she was. Her lithe, leggy figure seemed to fly deerlike across the cobblestones on her Nike running shoes She crossed the cobblestone street and had almost reached the beckoning alley when she made the mistake of breaking stride to look back. That was when the swiftest of her pursuers caught her, throwing away his automatic rifle to make a diving tackle. In seconds, three other uniformed men had reached the struggling pair. One of these grabbed her arms, holding them above her head, as the oldest man, their Sergeant, used his large knife to cut away the already torn T-shirt, slicing through the now soiled white of the shirt to expose her white lace bra. The bra disappeared next with a flick of his knife. Her Levi's required a longer struggle before the knife had them in shreds. The young woman, a pretty, short haired brunette of perhaps twenty, was left naked, brutally stripped of her clothing except for her Nikes. Nude, she displayed a slim, well formed body just reaching womanhood, her skin pale and translucent like the finest porcelain. The terrified girl was roughly forced onto her back as the men prepared to rape her under the terse directions of their Sergeant. One man stood by her head, his booted feet pinning her slender arms to the cold cobblestones as two of his companions grabbed her feet and forced open her long, shapely legs to display her shaven vagina. The trapped girl screamed frantically, her small breasts shaking enticingly as she struggled madly to free an arm or a leg. A constant "NO!" streamed out of her mouth as if she thought that words would protect her any more than the possession of the right clothes had protected her. Few words were exchanged between the men as they pinned the girl for the coming rape; they worked with an economy of words and motion born of frequent practice. There in the street, held spread eagle on the cold, muddy cobblestones, the trembling girl- silent now- waited to be raped. Above her the bearded, grinning Sergeant took his time shedding his weapon and web gear; he enjoyed the sight of the woman's fear and meant to prolong this moment. Despite the muttered urgings of his men to get on with it so they could have their turn, he lingered to play with the terrified girl. Opening his fly, he exposed his erect cock to the shaking, crying girl, telling her that soon she would find out what it felt like to be fucked by a real man...by a Serb. "GOD DAMN IT ZLATKO, YOU'RE SO SLOW IT WOULD SHAME THE DEVIL! FUCK THE BITCH! BUT KEEP HER TO TAKE BACK TO THE HOTEL. The Sergeant looked up in surprise at the words. It took his eyes a second to find the source of the voice in the smoke coming from the burning houses. Then he saw the tall, bearded figure clad in a pressed camouflage uniform standing with his smaller bodyguard by the corner of the burning building. As always, the sight of the man's cruel smile sent a jolt of fear through the Sergeant's usually dead emotions. "ARKAN!" "Fuck her, Zlatko! Do the little Moslem piglet. NOW!" The Sergeant obeyed. He ordered his men to spread her legs more, painfully stretching them until her long, slim legs were almost parallel with her hips. Then, turning his fear of Arkan into a rage directed at the helpless girl, he fell upon her, forcing his way into her, impaling her on his erect cock. Once he had penetrated inside her warm form, he supported himself upon his arms and concentrated all his weight behind his cock's thrusts, pounding into the captive girl as she screamed and cried beneath him. In a moment he could feel her open up, surrendering to his intimate invasion. He sank deeper into her, forgetting Arkan, forgetting even his cheering men, as he savored the tight warmth of her vagina, slick with her warm blood. The bearded Sergeant locked eyes with the girl- stared down into her wide open, pain ridden eyes- as he rode her. He wanted to see her face as he emptied himself into her, planted a Serb's seed in her belly. It took only seconds for him to reach that point; as he shot into her womb, the Sergeant stared into her open anguished eyes and laughed into her horrified face. Then he mockingly kissed her tear streaked cheek and rolled off her trembling nude body. The man the Sergeant had called Arkan watched the rape with obvious pleasure. He was the leader of this uniformed gang of which the four rapists were a small part. His name was Zelijko Aleksico, though he was better known by his nom de guerre, Arkan. Tall, heavy set, and with a full, black beard, he was the perfect image of the mountain hajduk, the traditional folk hero bandit from the centuries long wars with the hated Turkish occupier. But he was no simple mountain man Born a scion of the old Communist elite of Yugoslav, he had been what was then called an "economic criminal", a business suited blackmarketer, successful enough to be able to buy tolerance under the old Communist regime until he had killed a policeman in a fit of anger. Then, calling himself a political refugee, Arkan had spent the next 3 years in the Serb emigrant communities of western Europe and the United States where he was still wanted for questioning about a rape-murder. Now, calling himself a Defender of Serbia, Arkan was the terror of northern Bosnia. With the break-up of Yugoslavia, he had returned home to find his special talents in demand. Under the patronage of the secret police chief in Belgrade, he had been encouraged to form a private army. Using his criminal connections, Arkan had recruited members of the Serbian underworld to play an important role in Belgrade's war plan. In the ethnic war against the Croats and the Moslem Bosnians, these men were the cutting edge of the effort to terrorize the non-Serbian populations into abandoning their homes. In return for carrying out Belgrade's policy of ethnic cleansing, Arkan was allowed to take whatever he wished from the refugees. Cars, money, TV's, VCR's, jewelry, household appliances, kitchen sinks, even copper wiring were all carted away by his men to be sold in Belgrade or smuggled out of the country. Arkan's share of the loot had already made him one of the richest men in Serbia. He and his men also took women, both for their own pleasure and as a calculated method of terrorizing their traditional Moslem and Croat enemies. In the Balkans, rape was a weapon of war; it was a weapon for which Arkan had a particular passion. It was a passion which Arkan enjoyed indulging both personally and vicariously. At the moment he was content to vicariously enjoy the young Moslem girl's rape. As the now sated Sergeant withdrew, one of the men holding the girl's legs took his place. Arkan watched as this man rutted atop the young short haired girl, covering her slender body with his own bulk as he ground himself against her so that only the girl's fine featured, boyish face was still visible. For now Arkan was content to savor the pain and humiliation on that face from a distance. He would, Arkan knew, have ample opportunity to inflict his own tortures upon the young girl. For Arkan operated one of the most notorious of the Serbian rape camps in a hotel he had commandeered from its Croatian owner, a rape camp which he kept full of captured Croat and Moslem women even now despite the so called peace accord. The camp and its women were in Arkan's mind the most satisfying of the rewards the war had brought, better by far than the wealth the war had brought him. For Arkan the war had brought liberation from the shackles of conventional society. He no longer had to hide his passion for rape and mayhem; now he could be proud of it. For like today's rape of this filthy Turski neprijatelj, everything he did, he did for Serbia, as a Serb patriot fulfilling a centuries old mission of vengeance. Arkan was so proud of his deeds that he recorded his trail of blood and tears for posterity. He had as one of his hangers-on a young man who before the war had been studying the cinema. Equipped with a video camera that had once belonged to an overly curious BBC stringer, it was Demrtri's job to record the great things Arkan was doing for his country. It would, Demrtri repeatedly told his leader, make a great movie. At the moment, he was busy filming the girl's rape, moving toward the girl for a close up of her terror filled face. The cameraman saw in her rape great art; in his mind it was the perfect metaphor for Arkan's assault upon this nameless little village. It will be great cinema, he thought as he filmed the rape; it will be a visual assault on the senses worthy of a scene from his favorite movie, Sergio Garone's masterpiece " Camp 5: a Hell for Women". As the second man rolled off the naked girl, the cameraman panned down her body. Starting at her tear streaked face, he moved the camera down her bruised torso- the delicate skin of her breasts disfigured by red bruises from the rough hands of her attackers- to her bare sex. He focused the camera on the girl's red, exposed slit, the now gapping cunt lips covered with the cum of her attackers. The shot ended prematurely as the third man took her, throwing the legs of the now unresisting young woman over his shoulders and lifting her ass off the ground. Positioning her with only her shoulders resting on the cold stones, he proceeded to pound his cock into her, hammering his way into her womb. The camera lovingly captured the feral expression on the man's face as he raped the Moslem girl, an expression which was an equal mixture of anger and happiness in another's suffering. Demrtri panned alternatively from the man's face to the girl's, juxtaposing their emotions. Her pain vied with his pleasure; her humiliation vied with his shameful joy in her suffering. This was, for the cameraman, true cinema; no actors could duplicate this. It was real. Stepping back, he opened the shot to include the stern figure of Arkan set against the smoke and flames pouring from the looted house behind him, showing him watching over the Moslem girl's rape like some ancient Serbian god of vengeance! He returned to the girl as the fourth and final man mounted her, rode her brutally, and then spent himself inside her, faithfully recording every move as he had so often done in the past. These men were his usual subjects, members of Arkan's private militia, the men Arkan called his Tigers. Officially they were the 11th Special Forces Brigade of the rump army of the Krajina Serb Republic. But the ":Special" in their title had nothing to do with any military skills. They were ethnic cleansers rather than combat soldiers. They "fought" the unarmed , the civilians, the helpless in Belgrade's ethnic war. They did the jobs too dehumanizing for the soldiers of the makeshift Bosnian Serb Army. Jobs like this one. And he was their chronicler, their Homer. For the one hundredth time, Navy Lieutenant (j.g.) Bobbie Malone looked at her pilot calmly reading a magazine and wondered, "How does she do it?". This was a common enough thought for Bobbie to entertain about her pilot and mentor, Lieutenant Diedra Volksrye, A.K.A. "the Valkyrie" to everyone in their F-14 squadron. The older woman was everything Bobbie wished that she was- big, confident, and one of the boys. But right now, what Bobbie was wondering was how she stood the smell. She knew that the U.S. Navy had been feeding its sailors boiled eggs and baked beans for Sunday breakfast since John Paul Jones. It was a tradition. She just didn't understand why. She thought that they would have figured out by now that such a combination produces enough flatulence, what her male squadron mates so quaintly called Sunday farts, to make this carrier, the U.S.S Eisenhower, uninhabitable for normal people. Spending her Sundays cooped up in a ready room ripe with the smell of breakfast and half washed male bodies was not what she had in mind when she signed up for Naval ROTC 5 long years ago. Exactly what, she wondered, had been my reason for signing up- the white uniforms maybe? Her digression into ancient history ended as the squadron operations officer for VF-142 entered the ready room and called for their attention. "Good news Gentlemen...and ladies. We have a Mission! " Even Bobbie was happy to hear that they finally had something to break the monotony of cruising up and down off the Bosnian coast and waiting. For once, the room's aroma was forgotten. " We know that Serbian forces of the so-called Republic of Serb Krajina are preparing to attack a small Bosnian village near the key town of Brcko, located here on the Sava River. These people are pretty much the loose cannon these days. With the withdrawal of U.S. troops back into their camps, the Krajina Serbs have been attempting to expand their area of influence to the south by taking on Croat and now Bosnian Moslem forces. The good news is that they are not thought- I stress the word thought- to have any antiaircraft weapons beyond the SA-7 shoulder fired missile and some 20mm guns. You should be safe as long as you maintain at least 15,000 feet altitude above ground level. We have been given the mission of "deterring" the Serb attack. We are to do this by flying a photo recon mission over the fighting. No bombs; just pictures. Washington wants us to remind the Serbs that we are watching, but they don't want to hurt anybody! It is possible that the photos will be used to plan a later strike , though just between us I won't count on it. Valkyrie, since you're TARPS qualified, you'll fly the recon pod; Gumby and Goose will fly escort. You are to let them get a good look at you as you do the flyover; remind them that we are still here. Just don't go below 15,000 feet and use lots of flare countermeasures; those shoulder launched SAMS can spoil your whole day! The takeoff time is 1440 local. Brief-back is at 1340 so you'll have two hours to plan. Here is the target folder. Bad news folks. No air-to -ground munitions will be carried on this mission. Air-to -ground now requires the CINC's approval to even load. You get shot at; just grin and bear it. You will have ARM and air-to -air. You still have the ability to use either at first warning of hostile intent by a radar or - we should be so lucky- an aerial target. Any questions... OK, see you in two hours." As the three named pilots crowded around the table, Bobbie stood back. Her job was radar-intercept officer, operating the F-14's powerful radar which was used to track other aircraft. But since the various sides in this nasty war lacked the aircraft necessary to challenge the NATO air patrols, she really had nothing to do except tag along in the backseat and watch. Valkyrie would plan the flight, Bobbie decided; she didn't need the help of a "nugget", a rookie on her first cruise. "Fuck!", Valkyrie exclaimed as she studied the map, " What fuckin staff wennie wrote this? We gotta fly down a valley- under the cloud cover- so we'll be right at or below 15,000....and us with nothing to shoot back with! To take a bunch of pictures nobody will ever look at. This is ridiculous! Look at the approach here. It looks like we have to come in from the west in order to overfly the village." The village in question had drawn Arkan's attention simply by being located at the foot of a hill which overlooked the town of Brcko, the real prize. Brcko itself was large for this area of Bosnia, approximately 100 mostly stone buildings set along the road and the river which traversed the valley together, as well as strategically located. It had changed hands several times during the war, most recently when it was given back to the Bosnian Moslem side at the American sponsored Dayton "Peace" Accord. With possession of the village and its heights, Arkan's Serbs would be in a position to retake Brcko whenever they wished by merely positioning their rudimentary artillery on the heights. This was the pattern of warfare in the Balkans- hold the high ground, and you hold the town. The populated areas were always in the fertile valleys, and there were always too many hills overlooking the towns to be adequately defended with the scant resources available. The attacking side had only to occupy one of the heights from which they could bring the town under fire from heavy weapons firing over open sights into the dwellings, leaving the defenders the choice of surrender or facing a slow house by house destruction. It was a war fought using the tactics of the 18th century with the cast off weapons of the 20th century. On the heights above Brcko, Arkan was already moving to place his "artillery", a single 85mm antitank gun. That one gun was quite capable of destroying the entire town house by house from its hilltop perch safely out of range of the defenders' small arms. Only a similar gun, which the defenders did not possess, or the intervention of American airpower could save the town once Arkan began the bombardment. Arkan had chosen this set of heights for his gun because of the weakness of the village which controlled access to it. The 50 or 60 residents of the village had trusted to the peace accords and the now departed American garrison at nearby Brcko for their security. They numbered only a few armed men among the mostly related families living there, ex-soldiers of the Moslem militia who had kept their guns when they returned home. These men had been able to do nothing against the sudden attack of the camouflage uniformed Serbs. Appearing at dawn to surround the village, the Serbs had called for the village's men to surrender, threatening that they would throw grenades into the houses if the men did not comply. Hopelessly outnumbered and frantic to save their families, the men had complied, only to be herded away for eventual execution. Once all possibility of resistance had disappeared, Arkan's Tigers poured into the houses to loot as well as rape whoever was unlucky enough to catch their fancy among the frightened women and children. When they finished, the village would be put to the torch to ensure that no one- however foolhardy- could come back, leaving an empty, burned out shell where a village had stood for hundreds of years. It was not easy work. The Serbian irregulars had prepared themselves for their task in the usual manner- by drinking great quantities of slivovitz, the local plum brandy. Even men such as these- men who were experienced in the savagery of Balkan's warfare - needed to numb the mind and soul before they did their patriotic duty. A little over two hours later, Bobbie was strapped into the rear seat of Valkyrie's F-14A+ as it moved toward Bosnia at a leisurely 425 knots. Bobbie was always amazed at the age of the Navy's fleet of F- 14's; this one had been built the same year she was born, making it 23 years old. With only fuel, a pair of sidewinder air-to -air missiles under its wings, and the bulky TARPS pod with its three cameras under its belly between the twin engines, the plane felt unusually quick and maneuverable under Valkyrie's sensitive touch. Bobbie could tell that Valkyrie was nervous about this flight since she had brought along her Walkman and her lucky Wagner tape and was playing it - thankfully at a low volume- over the intercom. The sound of the tape made Bobbie think of the stories that she had heard of Valkyrie's first month in the squadron. Valkyrie had been the first , and only, woman assigned to the squadron when she arrived a year ago. To say she was unwelcome would be an understatement. The squadron wit took one look at her Germanic name, her blonde hair, and her 6' muscular build and dubbed her " theValkyrie". The name stuck since it fitted her " don't fuck with me, I'm bulletproof" attitude. For a joke, one male flyer got a tape of Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries" and played it one day when she entered the ready room. She loved it; Valkyrie bought a recording of Wagner's entire 4 hour opera and began playing it constantly, much to the annoyance of her squadron mates. Compared to Bobbie's inability to gain acceptance in the squadron even after two months, it had taken Valkyrie less than a week to make her mark in the unit. One night she appeared in the officers' club to meet her date, a F-14 driver from another squadron. Valkyrie had been wearing her party clothes: a black leather miniskirt, black high heels, black fishnet stockings, and a black blazer with nothing apparently underneath the blazer but her. One of the men from her squadron, who had a little too much to drink, tried to hit on her. When she ignored him, he put his hand on her ass to get her attention. What he got was a hard blow to the chest with her elbow, followed by Valkyrie grabbing him by his gonads. Then she lifted him up on his tiptoes as she said, " You didn't say, may I?" Bobbie knew that Valkyrie lifted weights and could easily believe she could have picked the man up by his privates if she had wanted to. As she held him on his tip toes, she smiled and said, "Ask nice and maybe I'll grant you a wish. What do you wish for, numbnuts?" Bobbie had heard that the male pilot didn't hesitate. " Ughh, I'de like my balls back, please ma'am... Lieutenant....Valkyrie?, ", he croaked. After that, she had been one of the boys; proof that her philosophy of " Grab em by the balls and their hearts and minds will follow" did indeed work, at least on aviators. Bobbie figured that all Valkyrie's macho stuff was part of the image which she had chosen for herself; that Valkyrie really bought into the whole female Tom Cruise- Top Gun idea. Bobbie also figured that Valkyrie told her that story because Bobbie had been having trouble being taken seriously by the male pilots. She wished she could be more like Valkyrie. Still, Bobbie simply could not imagine herself doing anything physical like that. She didn't think of herself as a whimp- after all she stood 5' 6" with an athletic body from four years of college sports. She had always been proud of her body. That is, until she joined the Navy and found herself surrounded by 6 foot plus flyers. Now she felt like a Lilliputian, and it was beginning to depress her. Bobbie was not even sure any more that she had what it took to be a Navy flyer. She was cute, not macho. That is not, she knew, a good thing to be in a Navy fighter squadron. When she had reported in two months ago as the second woman in the squadron, the squadron leader had taken one look at her and told Valkyrie to take her under her wing. She had heard him say to Valkyrie that Bobbie reminded him of a deer caught in the headlights of a Mack truck. That was, Bobbie knew, depressingly accurate. Valkyrie had done just as he ask, becoming a mentor, taskmaster, and big sister to Bobbie. She had even managed to stop the other pilots when they tried to hang the callsign "Bambi" on Bobbie. Bobbie found that life under Valkyrie's wing was at least tolerable. A month later to Bobbie's intense discomfort, her life became even more complex. She and Valkyrie became famous to the intense and unconcealed envy of the male flyers. A Newsweek reporter visiting the carrier had written them up as the "beautiful, but deadly duo" in a feature article. Now they were one of the must see features of the ship, trotted out for every visiting media hound and VIP tour that came to the Eisenhower, leaving the male pilots seething. Bobbie hated the whole thing. Valkyrie on the other hand loved the attention. She had a true fighter pilot's ego. Valkyrie even had her set speech which she used on each gap jawed interviewer when they ask the inevitable question about how she felt about combat. Valkyrie would smile and start about how her fangs were just as long as a man's and how she was just as tough. She was the one who did the talking while Bobbie kept quiet, content to bask in the older woman's reflected confidence. Bobbie found that she liked being the sidekick; she liked having someone else take charge of things. There was just one thing wrong with their relationship. Bobbie was beginning to fall in love with Valkyrie. Bobbie was uncomfortable with this growing attraction; she had never had or wished to have a sexual relationship with a woman. But she could no longer deny her desire for Valkyrie. Being bunked together did not help. Bobbie was constantly and uncomfortably aware of Valkyrie's muscular but feminine body , so close yet impossible to touch. For, as she knew, Valkyrie was aggressively heterosexual. Anything male that was tall, reasonably good-looking, and not assigned to VF-142 was fair game for her trophy collection. One night Bobbie had returned unexpectedly to the quarters they had shared ashore to find Valkyrie having sex with a man. She had been embarrassed but could not look away. From the half open door Bobbie watched Valkyrie's sweaty, muscular, heavy breasted body in action as she sat astride the reclining man. She watched as Valkyrie rode him, her hair flying, grunting and moaning as the man roughly milked her breasts while she fucked him. Valkyrie made love with the same intensity that she threw into her flying. She watched the two fuck , oblivious to their surroundings, until the man appeared to come. Although Bobbie knew that Valkyrie must have had at least one orgasm as she watched, she saw that her pilot was still unsatisfied. As she watched in amazement, Valkyrie moved forward to mount the man's face with her cum dripping pussy. Despite the man's muffled protests, Valkyrie covered his face with her dripping pussy and begun riding it as she yelled at him to "finish it". At that point, Bobbie closed the door and withdrew, her knees weak with desire. Since then, the image of Valkyrie's sweaty body had haunted her awake and asleep, though in her mind's eye it was her face that Bobbie saw buried in Valkyrie's pussy, not the man's. That image always made her pussy dripping wet, just as it was doing now. "Bobbie? can you hear me?" The intercom brought Bobbie back from her thoughts abruptly, " Roger, sorry, Val. What is it?" "We're approaching the target. Beginning descent. Get ready to start flare countermeasures; lets give em a real show." * In the valley below, Arkan was growing nervous. He did not fear American or NATO retaliation for his attack on the tiny village. Rather, he was afraid that the American airplanes would not come. The purpose of this attack was not just to lay the groundwork for an offensive to capture Brcko and the surrounding land but to burn the Americans' meddling fingers. The attack was the lure to attract their planes. By destroying one or more planes, the Serb leadership hoped to make the Americans and thus all of NATO reluctant to act later in the summer when the Serbs began a major offensive aimed at retaking the land they lost in 1995. To that end, Arkan's patron in Belgrade had arranged a surprise for the American flyers. He had purchased a battery of four SA-8B, Gecko surface to air missile launchers and the mercenaries to operate them from a corrupt general of the imploding Russian military. Unlike the older, larger SA-6 missiles which the Serbs had used to shot down an American F-16 in June of 1995, these launchers had the capability to track their targets optically, thus eliminating the tell-tale radar transmissions which had identified the firing location, and thus which the side did the firing. Since the SA-6 had never been fielded by the Army of Yugoslavia, its use would be a complete surprise; with no radar transmissions to detect, the Americans would be hard put to identify what had happened to their plane and , more importantly, who was to blame. Having the ability to reach up to 18,000 feet and a speed of mach 2, these missiles would be able to reach the hither-to-for invulnerable American planes. With two of the boat shaped launcher vehicles at each end of the valley, Arkan had been assured by the Russian operators that they would be able to hit any plane which came below the winter cloud cover. As Arkan tilted back his head to take a drink of slivovitz, a series of lights in the sky caught his eye. Flares, he thought; the Americans are finally here. He watched as the tiny plane, black against the gray of the clouds, moved down the valley towards him, dropping flares every few seconds to decoy heat seeking missiles. He cursed, thinking that if the missiles were not fired soon, the Americans would escape. To his relief, he saw two streaks of flame appear behind and below the plane; the missiles were on their way. By the time the plane was overhead, the missiles had closed the gap. One veered to the right, decoyed by the flares at the last minute; the other flew straight into the plane, detonating as it seemed to touch the tail. A bright ball of red, and then Arkan could see pieces flying off the stricken plane. As the nose wavered, he could see another, dimmer flash as two tiny forms rocketed out of the plane before it began it final short journey down. "Alert the hunting teams" He ordered the man next to him, " I want those pilots." The missile's explosion came as a complete surprise to Valkyrie. She had no warning alarm from her radar warning receiver nor had she seen the missiles' smoke since they approached her plane from below and behind. It took only a micro-second for her to realize that the F-14 was doomed and that she and Bobbie would share its fate unless they ejected immediately. Without hesitation, she jerked the yellow, shovel handle shaped ejection handle, sending both of them into the empty sky above. As the explosive device jolted her upward, she prayed, "Oh God...Oh God...OHHHH SHITTT!!! ". Due to her low altitude, the separation of the ejection seat and the opening of her parachute occurred almost as soon as she had cleared the aircraft. Things were happening so fast that she had no time to think. She lost sight of Bobbie as she concentrated on the side of the hill which was fast approaching. As she prepared herself for the shock of landing, she saw an unwelcome sight. A small truck was approaching the edge of the field she was headed for. Valkyrie could see the soldiers leaning out of the back pointing at her. Stories of what had happened to that female Air Force pilot who had been captured by the Iraqis during the Gulf War came unbidden to her mind. Valkyrie swore that was not going to happen to her. She would not be captured and raped. Valkyrie hit hard but immediately gained her feet and began shucking her parachute harness. She saw that the truck had been stopped by the stone wall at the edge of the field, but that the men inside, ten at least, had dismounted and were running across the field toward her. The nearest was only about fifty feet away with the others spreading out in a line behind him. Valkyrie knelt and brought her 9mm Beretta pistol up from its holster. Holding it in both hands, she fired eight rapid shots into the approaching men. Without waiting to see the results, she turned and ran toward the tree line a dozen feet away, abandoning the chute and, more importantly, its attached survival rucksack with twenty odd pounds of food, water, and survival equipment. Valkyrie crashed through the first few feet of the tree line, then found a tiny game path running at an angle. She took it, running as hard as she could to put some distance between her and her pursuers. There was still a light coat of snow on the ground , just enough to leave footprints. Though she saw this, Valkyrie had no choice but to ignore the trail she was leaving; there was no time for subtlety now. She had to put some distance between her and the Serbs. As she ran, Valkyrie counted. When she reached a hundred, she slowed and stepped off the trail, burrowing under the thick branches of some sort of evergreen until she thought she was hidden from view. As she caught her breath, she checked what equipment she had left; she found she had a pistol- half empty- and the contents of her survival vest: a short range radio, a hand-held GPS, a med kit, six small flares, a tourniquet - she hoped she won't need that!- and her blood chit, a piece of cloth carrying a promise in Serbo-Croatian to pay fifteen hundred dollars in gold to anyone returning the attached pilot to US control. Briefly, Valkyrie tried the radio, broadcasting "Any station, Chevy five-one" repeatedly without receiving any response. Though she knew that the radio was line of sight and as such vulnerable to disruption by the surrounding hills, the lack of response left her with a tremendous sense of being alone. As the first burst of adrenaline subsided, Valkyrie felt herself slipping into a feeling of fatigue and the desire to rest which she knew was a luxury she could not afford. She forced herself up and began moving again, this time avoiding the paths. She moved painfully slow, taking care to avoid making any noise by moving one foot at a time from bare spot to bare spot as she listened for the sounds of men coming after her. She had to get to higher ground where she could make contact with her radio. By the time the Sergeant had returned from the tree line, the rest of the squad had gathered around the body of the man Valkyrie had killed. The shared experiences of the years spent together had effected even these, the least sentimental of men. There was a cold anger in their faces as they looked at the still body. Their Sergeant, a policeman in better days, welcomed it. Having hunted men before, he knew the difficulties which lay ahead; their anger would be useful if they were to find this American killer. " Get the flashlights from the truck. We've got a long night ahead of us." * Bobbie had been blown clear of the aircraft along with Valkyrie, but the peculiarities of the wind had forced her away from Valkyrie and into the valley. As she descended, Bobbie could see men on a knoll about half a mile to her right but there was no sign of Valkyrie. Ahead she saw a weed covered field, her landing area. The field was , fortunately, empty when she landed, allowing her to roll up and hide her chute and then take shelter among the bushes in a small stream beside the field. She was very frightened; to her disgust Bobbie realized that she had pissed in her pants during the ejection. Now they began to bind underneath her flight suit, a constant reminder of her fear. Bobbie felt as though she were living a bad dream. She could not believe that this was real. Without Valkyrie, she felt lost and hopeless! Suddenly, she heard the sound of men approaching from upstream. Briefly, Bobbie considered fighting, but rejected the idea almost immediately. What effect, she reasoned, could my pistol have against men armed with assault rifles? Resigning herself to surrender, Bobbie felt a surge of hope when the men came into sight. They were in civilian clothes, and they did not look like any of the pictures of Serbs she had ever seen. They were slight, dark skinned and heavily bearded- almost middle eastern in appearance. She didn't even care who they were, so long as they weren't Serbs. Holding both hands above her head, she stepped up to the field and called to them as she waved her blood chit over her head. " Help! I'm an American flyer. Can you help me?" The first man jumped as she appeared and leveled his weapon at her but did not fire. In a moment there were three men clustered around her with others hiding in the brush to cover them. Bobbie could not understand either the rapid fire sentences they exchanged with each other or the slow, halting words in a different language which one of them addressed to her. The men had examined her chit but, to Bobbie's confusion, obviously could not read it She took off her helmet to reveal her short- but clearly feminine- brunette hair, pointed to herself, and repeatedly said with a smile, "American". This produced an immediate response, though not the one she had hoped for. The man who had been trying to speak to her thrust his weapon into her face as he screamed orders to the others. In a moment, she had her pistol taken from its holster and her hands were tied behind her back. When that was done, the man who had been holding his weapon on her stepped closer and grabbed her by the hair. " Great Satan", he spat, as he slapped her across the face with the flat of his hand. Then, apparently having exhausted his English, he unloosed a torrent of foreign words of which Bobbie understood three, " Allah Ahkbar" the Moslem affirmation that God is Great and "Infidel!". Oh shit, thought Bobbie, Mujahideen. She knew that there were fundamentalist Islamic volunteers from Iran and even Afghanistan fighting with the Bosnian side, and that their numbers had grown with the breakdown of the peace accords. She also knew that they were rabidly anti-American. But she had never expected to meet one! "Please, we're on the same side. We're both fighting the Serbs.", Bobbie argued weakly, bringing her another powerful slap. She could only watch as three of the men argued heatedly, presumably about her. She could see that two of them were looking at her hungrily, eyeing her breasts which the rope bindings were forcing forward invitingly if involuntarily. She felt very exposed and helpless now; fearful that these men were going to rape her. The fear began to grow inside her, an icy ball in the pit of her stomach. "Please, please no", she begged as one of the men began to stroke her face and hair. As he stroked her, the third man spat into the dirt and walked away from the other two. He gathered the bulk of the waiting men and rapidly left. She was, Bobbie realized, on her own. The two men were joined by three more men who had stayed when the others left. The men half carried her to the edge of the field where a single large tree stood. As Bobbie cried and begged them not to hurt her, the men laughed among themselves. When they reached the tree, the men forced her down onto the ground and held her down as they untied her and began stripping her. They stripped her of the survival vest without difficulty but found the rubberized G-suit to be a problem. Two of them brought out their oddly curved knives and slashed it free while two other men held the screaming Bobbie down. Her flight suit was simpler; they unzipped it and pulled it off, leaving the struggling young brunette in her boots and long underwear. "NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!.......ARRHHH....NO!!" The knives came back out as a terrorized Bobbie watched, fearful that they were going to cut her as well as the underwear. In a moment, she was nude except for her combat boots and panties, the bra being cut away with the underwear. The cold hit her for the first time, raising goosebumps and causing her nipples to be come erect. One of the men began to caress them, pinching and rolling the plump red nubs as she lay on the cold ground. "HELPPP....NO!....AHHHHH......DON'T!......PLEASEEE" Under the leader's direction, one of the men retied her hands behind her back while another began cutting lengths of rusty barbed wire from a nearby fence. Bobbie froze in fear as that man approached her with the lengths of barbed wire. She was afraid they were going to hang her! Instead, two of the men held up her feet as the other man wrapped one end of a strand around each boot and tied the other ends to the large limb above her. Bobbie was left with her legs spread in a wide V, her ass a foot off the ground, and her weight resting on her shoulders and bound arms. Suddenly, she understood; they meant to rape her, not hang her! While she was not a virgin, Bobbie was inexperienced in sex. She had intercourse with only one man in her 23 years; he had been her boyfriend in college, and she had really expected to spent the rest of her life with him. The thought of five men using her sexually against her will terrified the young Naval officer. In all her life, no one had ever hurt her physically; the thought of being raped sent shivers through her! "UMMPPPHHHEEEEEEEEE!.........NOOOMPHEEE!" When he saw Bobbie's parachute pass his position on the heights, the half drunk Arkan suddenly decided that he would be the one to capture the American airman. And he would have his man film it; it would be a great scene for his movie. Gathering his cameraman and his ever present bodyguard Alexander, he set off in his land rover followed by a dozen of his Tigers in a truck. After some confusion, he arrived at the area of the field where Bobbie had landed. Dismounting, he heard screams and recognized that they were in English in which he had some fluency as a result of his enforced exile. Arkan had by now sobered enough to recognize danger. He sent a man ahead to see what was happening. The man returned with a confusing tale of five Moslem fighters struggling with a boyish brunette haired girl in the next field. Arkan returned with the man to a point where he could see the Moslems and their victim. It took him a moment before he realized that the girl must be the American flyer he had come to capture. Women pilots, he thought, American foolishness! The Moslems, he noted, had laid aside their weapons and were too busy with her to watch their rear; it would be easy to surprise them. But before he gave the order , a better idea came to him. He sent back for his cameraman. "Demrtri, can you film that?" he ask, referring to the cluster of men attacking Bobbie. "Film it so that you can see the face of the girl and the faces of the men raping her?" "Yes, Boss. I can do that" Frantically, she struggled, shaking her head and screaming "NO"! The leader of the Mujahideen stood between her legs, caressing her. He smiled evilly at her as he ripped her panties away and used them to stop her screams, forcing her own piss soaked panties into her mouth to gag her. Bobbie had never felt so exposed and helpless as at that moment. With surprising gentleness, he traced his finger over her sparse cunt hair and to the delicate, pink lips of her cunt. The look of fascination on his face would have amused Bobbie if she had not been frightened half out of her mind. He began to probe her cunt with increasing roughness, pulling painfully on the tender cunt lips and spreading them uncomfortably. He said something in a hushed tone and the others all laughed. Immediately, he became rougher, forcing two fingers into Bobbie's almost virgin cunt. His penetration was a shock to the young woman; it was also very painful. Bobbie tried to be brave as he explored her pussy but could not stop a whimper as he penetrated her. As he smiled at her whimper, Bobbie realized how much this man was enjoying hurting her. Immediately, he pushed another finger into her and pressed deeper inside her unlubricated, unprepared cunt. Then with another evil smile, he withdrew his fingers, stood up, and began to unfastened his pants. He withdrew a large uncircumcised cock which he displayed to her as his companions cheered. He knelt between her legs, and without any preparation began to force himself into her dry cunt. Bobbie felt as if he were tearing her open as he forced himself into her unlubricated cunt. She frantically looked around her for someone to help her but could see only the grinning faces of the other four Mujahideen. The leader forced himself deeper into her as she struggled futility against his cruel cock. The pain burned its way down her body to her brain as she hung suspended head down from the tree limb. Bobbie felt as if he were ripping her apart, but there was nothing she could do to stop him. She tried to scream out her pain at his penetration. Never had she been so stretched. Tears rolled out of her open eyes and down her cheeks to the ground as she looked pleadingly up into the smiling, bearded face of her rapist. Bobbie choked back another whimper; she would not give the man the satisfaction of hearing it. But she could not stop the whimpers and moans which escaped her gagged mouth as he forced himself deeper inside her, stretching her painfully. Soon, he had penetrated as far into her as she thought he could possibly go; his wiry black cock hair mixed with her soft brunette vee. Bobbie could hardly breath; it was as if his cock was completely filling her and leaving no room for air. Pleading with her eyes, Bobbie begged him to stop hurting her; he only stared gloatingly back at her. He gripped her legs and began to pump in and out of her cunt. He fucked her brutally. Bobbie's body jerked with each of his powerful thrusts, pushing her back with the force of his thrusts and then pulling her hips toward him again as he withdrew. Then he would slam into her now open cunt again, painfully rubbing her shoulders back and forth in the dirt. One of the other Mujahideen was running his hands over her bouncing breasts, squeezing the soft breast flesh, twisting the sensitive nipples painfully as his leader fucked her. Bobbie thought he was trying to lift her up by her nipples as he grasp each one in his fingers and pulled. As she was fucked ,Bobbie moaned and whimpered, tears streaming from her eyes. Val, she thought, where are you? The leader of the Mujahideen continued to fuck her as she hung there helpless, suspended by her feet from the tree limb. Her awkward position allowed him easy access to her cunt, which he took advantage of to drive his cock into her with great force. The head of his cock was soon battering against her cervix as he forced himself into her sore, abused cunt. Bobbie had never experienced such a deep penetration. She was sure that the man was tearing her apart inside; that he would kill her if he continued. But, there was nothing she could do except lie there helplessly. She could feel her cervix opening under his brutal assaults. It seemed to her as if the man was going to impale her on his cock; that it was going to keep penetrating her until the head came out her mouth! The bearded man fucking Bobbie could hardly believe the tightness of the woman's cunt. It seemed to grip his cock like a fist, massaging it as he thrust in and out. He stared at the girl's slender but firm body as it moved sensuously in response to his thrusts. He savored the way her athletic body fought his penetration in a futile attempt to try to deny him his rightful pleasure. To his mind the woman was a Western whore, a true descendant of Lilith the tempter of Adam, with her shameless display of her face and body. She, like all the other women he had seen in this country of Infidels, had no idea of what a woman should be. She deserved this, he thought; it was a fitting way to deal with any woman who defied God's commandments and fought against men. He would show her; he would show all those shameless Western women who had tempted him with their filthy lust. Angrily, he pulled the gag from her mouth. He was determined to break her, to hear her scream for mercy and then to show her none. He gripped her thighs, feeling the muscles under the soft skin, as he pulled her cunt towards him to meet his thrust. He fucked her brutally, determined to break her will with his cock, to hear her scream. That she would not do so enraged him. Her moans were not enough. Repeatedly, he thrust into her with all his might, using his rock hard cock like a weapon to subdue the infidel. Around him, the other members of his band of man- hunters cheered him on as they stroked their cocks at the sight of the young woman being beaten into the ground by their leaders cock. Finally, he succeeded in forcing the scream he wanted out of Bobbie. "NOOO!.......PLEASEE STOP....YOU'RE HURTING ME!..AAHHHHHH!" It was the scream plus the sight of her pleading face and its tears which drove him over the edge. He thrust himself into her one more time and then held himself inside her as he filled her womb with his hot, white cum. Then he withdrew and allowed the next man to enter her. He felt a great sense of pleasure at dominating the Western whore. He would take equal pleasure watching his men take the infidel woman; he wanted to watch her face as his men raped her. Bobbie felt the man's cum burning deep inside her; then she felt an emptiness as the man withdrew. Immediately, that feeling was replaced by the fullness of another hard cock. This time the pain was not as great; the cum from the first man was acting as a lubricant. She looked up to see another bearded, grinning face looking down at her. Bobbie was beginning to slip into a state of shock from the brutal assault. She closed her eyes and tried to close her mind to the pounding of his cock against her sore cunt. The second man was fucking Bobbie with the same brutal force as the first man. Bobbie felt so degraded, so dirty, that she could not stand it. She wanted only to die. She turned her face to the mud and screamed in her mind, Val, somebody, where are you? Somebody help me! The cameraman was sweating heavily as he followed the rape of the American woman through his eyepiece, filming everything. He could see her nude body clearly as she struggled against her bonds: her small but perfectly formed breasts moving wildly as she fought, her long, smooth legs flexing against the barbed wire ties, and her delicious ass hanging a foot off the ground. Her face was occasionally visible as it turned first to one side then to the other. He thought she was pretty, particularly with that short mop of dark hair. He just hoped he would have the chance to fuck her like those filthy ragheads were doing. For now, he concentrated on following the action in his viewfinder. The second man had entered the helpless woman, kneeling hunched over her suspended body with his bare buttocks working to and fro. The young woman's body was moving in response, back and forth as if it were on a swing. He shifted his camera to her head as the man who had just raped her knelt beside her face and whipped his blood and cum covered cock across the crying girl's face. The camera caught it perfectly, even recording the smears of cum and blood left on her smooth cheeks. Bobbie was brought back to reality by a sharp pain as the man fucking her changed his angle to hit a different part of her uterus. She opened her eyes to see the Mujahideen leader standing over her smiling his evil grin as he watched his men using her. The second man used her as brutally as the first one had, pounding into her with all his strength as if to stab her to death with his cock. When he had spent himself inside her, another took his place. They began to run together in her mind. As soon as one would finish , another would take his place; all of them fucked her with equal brutality. Man after man used her, fucking Bobbie's increasingly cum filled cunt. The soft pink lips of her virginal cunt were now red and swollen from the brutal pounding they had received. The man cum dripped out of her distended cunt to coat her asscheeks and anus with its white scum. Despite the cold, Bobbie's taunt body was shiny with her sweat as a result of her constant struggles to escape the cocks invading her body. She could hardly breath. The men fucking her were literally knocking the breath out of her with their thrusts. * From approximately fifty meters away, Arkan and his cameraman watched the rape. He had sent some of his men around to the Moslem's rear where they awaited his signal. Still, Arkan waited as if transfixed as they watched four of the men complete their rape of Bobbie. The Cameraman was recording it all: the moaning, struggling woman, the laughing men standing over her, and the brutal thrusts of the kneeling man. Through his viewfinder, the cameraman could see the cum covering Bobbie's crotch area. The whitish film covered her cunt lips and was now dripping down towards her asshole. The soft cunt hairs above her crotch were saturated in the same stuff, leaving them matted and awash in the men's cum. He shifted back to her face to record the agony evident there as she endured the vicious gang rape. Bobbie's face was turned toward the camera, allowing it to film the tears streaking down her cum stained face and record the silent screams now pouring from her mouth. By now, Bobbie had lost count of the times they had fucked her. Her pussy was one solid mass of pain from the pounding she had received. Nor did it recede as man after man fucked her. Instead, the pain built with each new attacker. Throughout it all, she could do nothing except sob, helplessly shaking her head "no" as the men used her brutally. By now, all five of the Mujahideen had used her. But the leader was not satisfied. Breaking off a slender, flexible branch from the tree, he stood over her swishing it through the air as he ordered two of the men to take off their belts and use them on the bound young Naval officer. As he concentrated on her breasts, the other two men used their thick, leather belts on her cum covered asscheeks. Now Bobbie's screams took on a new, full bodied quality as the switch landed across her sensitive nipples. As the thin red lines appeared across her untanned breast flesh, the two men with the belts were turning her asscheeks a bright red. As they whipped the young woman, their cocks began to harden again, stimulated by the cries pouring forth from Bobbie. Again and again Bobbie screamed out for them to stop, begging, pleading, promising anything if they would just stop. " AAHHHHH!... I BEG YOU...I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANTEEE..STOP!" But her cries were neither understood nor heeded. Instead they were savored by the leader of the Mujahideen as he shifted his blows from the young woman's breasts to the cum covered area between her legs. With the first blow falling across her swollen cunt lips, Bobbie thought that she would go crazy with the pain. Her body spasmed as she tried vainly to bring her bound legs together to protect her much abused sex. Then after six incredibly painful blows, the switch shifted back to her already whipped breasts. Then she felt the belts stop, leaving her ass almost numb. Next, she felt a man's fingers probing her whip swollen asshole. Slowly, painfully; he inserted the finger into her virgin asshole. She raised her head painfully to see the leader of the Mujahideen kneeling between her spread legs. Bobbie's moans increased in intensity as he penetrated her, mixing with the weak screams when the switch fell across her abused breasts. He withdrew his fingers and collected cum from the river flowing out of her abused cunt, using it to lubricate his cock. Then he pressed the head of his cock into her anal ring, pushing into the puckered, star shaped sphincter until it disappeared into a wide, smooth O around his cock. As he forced himself into her bruised ass, he watched Bobbie's face, savoring the look of pain in her eyes. Her voice failed her, reducing her screams to weak moans. The leader forced his cock into her tight asshole as Bobbie fought with the last of her waning strength to keep him out. But she could not; his anger and desire were too great. Deeper and deeper he sank into her as the others watched, too absorbed to do more than occasionally lash her breasts with their switch or belts. They watched and stroked themselves as they thought about how they would take her in the ass when their turn came. Their leader began to fuck her ass, thrusting in brutally to fill Bobbie's asshole totally with his cock. To Bobbie, every movement was torture; each time he penetrated deep into her ass, she would involuntarily clench her muscles. This spasm sent a new wave of pain through her while it pleasurably squeezed the cock of her anal rapist. Deeper and deeper he drove into her ass. It felt to Bobbie as if a burning brand was being forced up her ass rather than a cock. The pain and the humiliation seemed unbearable to the young flyer. Suddenly, the man raping Bobbie's ass collapsed onto her , his head falling forward onto her breasts. A millisecond later, Bobbie heard the shot. This shot was followed by a dozen others before the sound of the first had died. There was silence followed by more shots. Bobbie could see the bodies of three of her attackers lying around her but nothing else from her inverted position. Thank God, she thought, they've come for me! It seemed an eternity before she heard the approach of feet. As she waited fearfully, the weight of the man atop her suffocated her as she was forced to endure the sticky, wet warm feeling of the man's blood flowing onto her stomach. Then she saw a huge, bearded man standing between her legs, smiling down at her. "I've come to help you. I am a friend" Part 2 "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." 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. "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." 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. 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. 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." 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. Part 3 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. 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". 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." 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. 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. 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. "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." 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. She 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 counter parts 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"! Part 4 The tall, gaunt figure of Alexander Petrovic sat on his chair outside Arkan's office and sharpened his knife. That was what he did now that there was no fighting; he sharpened his knife, and he drank. He was bored and frustrated, just like he had been before the war- before Arkan had found him.. While the fighting had been going on, Alexander had a place and a purpose. Despite his slender build, he had been Arkan's best killer, especially adapt when the victim was a bound prisoner helplessly waiting to have his throat cut like a hog in a slaughterhouse. Now he was just another one of Arkan's bodyguards, though not one Arkan cared to be seen with in public. After allowing Valkyrie and Bobbie two days in their separate rooms to recover, Arkan had decided to give the two women a sample of the life of the Serbs' other female captives, the Moslem and Croatian women in the rape camp occupying the top two floors of Arkan's hotel headquarters. Alexander had been told to see to it, for Alexander had a "way" with women, a "way" based on his apparent unrelenting hatred of anything female. After their breakfast- two slices of stale bread-he prepared Bobbie for her morning's work. Then he took Valkyrie to work in the soldiers' living quarters. Alexander took her to the second floor and paired her with an older woman. They made a strange couple. The slender, older woman, who was half Valkyrie's height and weight with a nap of the neck length bob of reddish brown hair, was dressed in the ruins of what had once been a stylish blue business suit while Valkyrie, her short, blonde hair matted and tangled, had been given a size- too- small T shirt and some man's cast-off camouflaged pants to replace her destroyed flight suit. Both were barefoot. Valkyrie noted with a sad surprise the bulging stomach of the petite older woman, clearly visible under the ruins of her suit. The thought of bearing the child of her rapists sent a shudder up her spine. She knew that she had not taken any birth control pills since she was shot down; though she had lost track of time, she also knew her body was telling her that she was near ovulation. Her mind occupied with these unhappy thoughts, Valkyrie followed as the large, slovenly looking soldier led them to one of the common bathrooms on the floor. When Alexander opened the door the stench was appalling- a combination of vomit and shit which overflowed the toilet and covered the floor. He pointed to the corner where their cleaning equipment rested, a pile of rags and a bucket. Then the sullen Alexander took his place outside the door on a wooden chair, a bottle of plum brandy never leaving his left hand as he mechanically stropped his large knife against the leather of his boot with his right hand. Valkyrie stared helplessly at the filth surrounding her, appalled at her task. The smaller woman exhibited no such hesitation; she calmly picked up the bucket, filled it in the tub, and began to clean. Reluctantly, Valkyrie joined her on her knees on the feces encrusted floor and began to pick at the filth with her wet rag. Alexander stared suspiciously at the two of them, the Croatian lawyer bitch and the big American slut, as they worked. He heartily approved of Arkan's policy of cleansing Serbian soil of such foreign filth as the once arrogant female lawyer. To him, these women were the willing allies of the Turski neprijatelj, the Moslem enemy, which had threatened Serbia for centuries. It was women such as these who were trying to destroy the Serbs traditional way of life, to emasculate the Serb's manhood which was the source of Serbia's strength. He had suffered enough under such "modern" women to know how evil they were. Hadn't it been a woman judge who had sent him to jail and cost him his position at the school. Well, he thought, this lawyer bitch had learned her lesson; she was the best behaved whore they had. He smiled as he thought of how they had taught her that the only things she was good for were fucking and cleaning and bearing strong Serb children. He would see that the American slut learned the same thing. The thought made him smile again; the unaccustomed expression gave his clean shaven face an unpleasant resemblance to a grinning skull. Valkyrie worked the wet but soapless rag against the dried shit and vomit caked around one side of the base of the single toilet while the other woman worked on the opposite side. She could not help gagging repeatedly from the stench; nor could she help feeling sorry for herself. Capture, rape, torture, and now degrading, menial labor had stripped Valkyrie of her pride and her self assurance. She was an empty shell of her former self. No longer the self assured woman fighter pilot, now she felt and acted like a frightened victim, exactly the sort of woman she had formerly held in contempt. All that she had left now was her hatred. Silently, she worked. As she worked, she could feel the filth coating her hands and penetrating under her fingernails, covering her with the stench of her rapists' excretions. Tears trickled down her face as she worked. "Americakana?", came in a faint whisper. Valkyrie kept her head down, too frightened to respond to the whisper from the other woman. "Are you Arkan's ..flyer?', came the whisper again. Cautiously, Valkyrie looked out of the corner of her eye to see the older woman smiling encouragingly at her. Carefully, Valkyrie nodded, reluctant to even speak for fear of attracting the guard's attention. "You are right to be afraid of them. They hate us. They will destroy you if you let them." "Fuck!", Valkyrie softly swore, " How am I going to stop them. They've already raped me!" "They rape us all. They rape any women who look them in the eye. They hate any one..but mostly woman.. that is smarter, richer, or better than they. It hurt their pride! But you can no fight them....no openly. You must do what they tell you but keep some of you hidden away, safe from fists and penises. Then you survive. If no, you go crazy!" Valkyrie stared at her, unsure what to say in response. She wanted to tell the older woman of her anger, of how helpless she felt when they raped her. She wanted to tell her about how much she longed to strike back, to hurt someone for what had been done to her. She also wanted to laugh. Was the woman crazy, she wondered. How could she keep anything hidden from these monsters. They had already stripped her of everything she had and turned her inside out. She was about to tell the women that she was a fool when the guard intervened. "REDITI!", Alexander shouted at the two, ordering them to work. Afraid that they were somehow conspiring, he left his chair and bottle to stand above the women, letting them know that he knew what they were doing, that he was not to be fooled. Inch by degrading inch, the two women cleaned the floor, bloodying their fingers as they scrubbed until the floor was spotless. As they labored, Alexander stood above them. When they had finished, he shoved them together at the front of the commode. He smiled down at them as he opened his pants. With his knife still dangling from his right hand, Alexander extracted his cock with his left, pointed it at Valkyrie's face, and pantomimed for her to service his cock with her mouth. Reluctantly, Valkyrie did as he ordered, taking two thirds of his long, strong smelling penis inside her mouth in order to suck on it as she ran her tongue along the sensitive underside of the cock. Desperately, the once proud pilot tried to bring the man off with her mouth, her head bobbing up and down on his cock as she sucked on him whorishly, loud, wet sounds coming from her mouth and her salvia dripping from her open mouth down the shaft of his cock. Alexander did not last long. He grabbed her short, blonde hair in one hand to hold her face against his groin as he came, filling her mouth with large amounts of his hot cum which Valkyrie had no choice but to swallow. When he was finished cumming, he held her face a few inches from her face and smiled down at her. Taking his cock in one hand, he pointed it at her face and began to piss. A stream of hot, yellow piss hit Valkyrie in her face, stunning her with the sheer humiliation of such an act. He sprayed both the women, covering their faces and hair with his stinking yellow fluid. When he finished, both women were drenched in his warm piss and were kneeling in a pool of it. Throughout it all, Valkyrie had not moved. Her mind was in shock; she could only stare up at the grinning man towering above her. "RADITI!' While Valkyrie was busy in the soldiers' latrine, Bobbie was also hard at work on her back. At Arkan's direction Alexander had put her name on the women's duty rooster for that morning, which meant that she would have to "service" at least six soldiers before noon. The soldiers would enter the floor and have their names checked against a rooster by one of two sergeants sitting at a rickety desk by the stair well. If they were on the list, the time was noted beside their name and they were allowed to wander the hall until they had chosen a woman. They had thirty minutes before an NCO would come looking for them. Selection was simple. If the door to a woman's room was open, the woman within was available; if not, she was already being used by another soldier. Most of the women worked without bonds, but Alexander had tied Bobbie on her back on top of her bed. She was nude. Her hands were tied elbow to elbow behind her back, forcing her to lay on them in an uncomfortable half recline. A rope was tied around her neck and secured to the metal head of the cot. Her legs were spread and forced back until her knees almost touched her cone shaped breasts. Then they were bound to the metal frame with one rope to the head of the bed to keep her feet up and another rope to the metal frame directly beneath her feet to keep them spread, leaving her sex exposed, vulnerable, and defenseless. She was positioned so that her once pristine- now swollen, red, and open- vagina was on display to anyone looking in the open door. In fact, all the charms of the athletic, boyish young flyer were clearly displayed as she laid there exposed to the stares of horny soldiers clustering around the open door. Most noticeable were her pert breasts, their perfect cone shape intact even as she lay there on her back with their large red nipples hardening involuntarily in the cold air so that her nipples stood straight up like twin nose cones. From her tear stained face to her athletically muscular legs, Bobbie's body radiated a clean cut sexuality which had not been seen inside these walls in a long time. The effect she had on the soldiers was electric. From 9 AM on, Bobbie's room was visited by a steady stream of men. There were so many that they soon formed a line outside the door. After the first man, the others did not even bother to close the door, but left it open so their waiting comrades could watch and shout encouragement to the man on top of Bobbie. Man after man used her body to relieve themselves, brutally mounting her and thrusting into her open cunt. Some used her perfect breasts for handles; others simply lay hunched over on top of her, their breath hot against her cheek as they kissed and licked her face. Bobbie tried to close her eyes and think of something else, of Val. But the sound of the men- rutting, laughing, and shouting obscenities- as much as their actual penetration breached her meager defenses, humiliating her. The physical pain had receded once the first man's spendings had lubricated her, but the humiliation grew stronger with each man. She could only lie there and endure as the men used her cruelly, softly grunting when the thrusts were especially brutal and quietly crying when they were not. She lost track of how many men had raped her. They all merged into one large, sweaty male body lying atop her's, the cock filling and stretching her small vaginal passage as they pumped it into her. She could feel the bed underneath her growing sodden from the cum dripping out of her cunt. Still the men came. While Valkyrie finished recleaning the toilet floor, Alexander sent away the older woman. When Valkyrie's task was completed, he stripped her of her piss soaked clothes. Forcing her face to the wall, he tied her hands behind her back in a fashion new to her. Each wrist was bound; then the arm was forced up behind her back until her wrist was just below her shoulder blades. At that point, the other end of the piece of rope was tied around her neck, forcing her to keep her hand uncomfortably high in her back or choke herself. When Alexander was satisfied that each arm was tied securely, he ran his hands over Valkyrie's muscular body, sending a new shiver of fear through her. Valkyrie braced herself for another rape; instead, the man led her back to the floor where she was being kept. Rather than taking her to her room, he led her to another room, one whose door was open. Inside she saw a woman lying on the bed, her arm across her face as if to shield herself from her surroundings. Valkyrie saw without surprise that the woman was nude, her mature body showing bruises around her large breasts and the insides of her thighs. Her body had, Valkyrie could see, been voluptuous but was now thinning noticeably, save for her breasts. The woman let her arm drop and stared at them indifferently. The woman's Slavic face with its thick sensuous lips and high cheek bones framed by long almost black hair retained its sexual allure despite the emptiness of her expression. She was unbound, and, Valkyrie saw, her room contained a number of amenities such as the dresser and a warm housecoat which Valkyrie had been denied. "Hajdemo, lud!", Alexander yelled as he kicked the bed. At Alexander's direction the seemingly indifferent woman slowly spread her legs to reveal a hairy cunt, indicating that she was Croatian rather than Moslem, which was covered with traces of the men whom she had serviced earlier. Valkyrie realized with a sinking feeling what came next. Alexander smilingly confirmed her fears as he pointed at the woman's hairy cunt and ordered, " RADITI! " -get to work. Valkyrie knelt on the bed and bent down to position her mouth at the level of the other woman's cunt, almost choking herself in the process as her arms pulled back on the ropes around her neck when she knelt. Desperately, she struggled to keep her arms elevated so she could breath. She was so close that she could smell the woman's unwashed sex as well as the leavenings of the men who had fucked her. Valkyrie was repelled by the sight and smell of the other woman's sex; the idea of licking the woman's cunt made her sick at her stomach. She hesitated until Alexander grabbed her arms and used them to force her face into the other woman's hairy cunt. "Dobro, zar ne?" Alexander laughed as he rubbed her face in the hair and the cum. He held her into the woman's cunt by her arms and used two of the fingers of his other hand to invade her asshole, hooking his fingers inside Valkyrie and squeezing to encourage her to use her tongue. Already Valkyrie's arms were tired and had begun to drop. The ropes around her neck tightened, slowly choking her. Valkyrie gasp frantically for air, sucking the other woman's cum saturated pubic hair into her mouth as she struggled to suck in the precious air, inadvertently spreading the strong taste of the woman's ripe cunt onto her tongue and its sensitive taste buds. Just as her mind began to go black, Alexander held her arms up with one of his powerful hands, relieving the pressure on the rope around Valkyrie's neck and allowing her to breath. At the same time the fingers of Alexander's other hand thrust deeper into Valkyrie, fucking her manually as she sputtered and choked on the overpowering taste of the other woman. Accepting her fate, Valkyrie put out her tongue and began to lick the intermingled hair and cum covering the other woman's cunt. Outside, her face was set in a grimace. Inside, Valkyrie was being torn apart. The humiliation and anger threatened to overwhelm her; she was- to her disgust- licking cunt! Two rooms down the hall, Bobbie was being raped by the tenth man in the last two hours. When the cum saturated her open sex until it literally ran out of her in a stream, the men had shifted their attention to Bobbie's mouth. Straddling her chest, the man was using his grip on her short, mop of brunette hair to propel her open mouth back and forth over his cock. Bobbie looked like hell! Her body was drenched in sweat, both her own and that of the men who had been on top of her, as well as in the whitish cum of her attackers. The cum covered the junction of her legs and large parts of her face; isolated drops of the white scum had been splattered over her stomach, breasts, and even into her hair. Bobbie's hair was also drenched in her sweat so that it covered her head like a damp, dark helmet. The skin of her breasts was red from the rough handling to which they had been subjected, her nipples elongated and sore from the pulling and pinching. Her eyes were open but unseeing as her head was rocked back and forth by the man on top of her, his cock making her gag as each of its thrusts penetrated her mouth to batter against the opening to her throat. Slowly, methodically Valkyrie licked the woman's cunt, her mind trying to deny what her body was doing. As the Serbian guard reamed her asshole, she used the flat of her tongue to stimulate the other woman's clit, hidden as it was in a forest of wiry pubic hair. She tried not to breath; the overpowering smell- a mixture of the woman's unwashed cunt and the soldiers' cum- threatened to gag her with every breath she took. To Valkyrie's amazement, the woman began to buck and press against her face. The woman had begun to enjoy this; for the first time since she had been brought here after the destruction of her village more than a year ago, she was receiving pleasure rather than pain from sex. A survivor by choice, she docilely gave herself to Arkan's men in order to stay alive. Here was an opportunity for her to be the sexual predator, and she meant to seize that opportunity. She caught Valkyrie's head between her thighs and held it against her, forcing the flyer's nose against her clit and pushing Valkyrie's mouth lower, making Valkyrie concentrate her attention on the woman's cunt lips and the mouth of her cunt. Trapped between the two, Valkyrie could only comply with the woman's obvious if unspoken desires and bury her tongue inside the cum flicked cunt. Barely able to breath, Valkyrie licked madly. She feared that if she didn't bring the woman off quickly, she would literally drown in the woman's fluids. There was so much- and it was so strong tasting- that Valkyrie feared the woman had also lost control of her bladder in her excitement. Valkyrie was forced to swallow seemingly great quantities of these foul fluids to avoid choking. It took what seemed to Valkyrie an eternity until the woman stiffened and climaxed. When Valkyrie had finished satisfying the Croatian woman, Alexander led her to the next room. This woman had just been fucked; the drunken soldier was still in the room, putting on his pants. Unlike the first woman, this one's wrists had been chained to the narrow, dirty bed. She was a new- and popular- "acquisition", it had been only a week since her capture in the attack on the village near Brcko. She was younger than the first woman, maybe twenty or so, with short black hair and a slender, but well developed body. Valkyrie thought that she looked familiar, almost like a younger Bobbie. She saw that the girl's pale white skin was covered with fading purple bruises, this time around her thighs and on her arms. She was shaven, marking her as a Moslem. She seemed so young and vulnerable to Val, like someone who should be hanging out at a mall with her friends instead of being an inmate in a brothel. Without any preliminaries, Alexander thrust Valkyrie's face into the bare, cum encrusted cunt and once again shouted, "RADITI!". Externally resigned to her humiliation but seething inside, Valkyrie complied. She pressed her face into the new woman's cunt and thrust out her tongue, running it over the swollen, red lips of her vagina. Unlike the first woman, this one did not respond to Valkyrie's tongue. The young woman lay silent and unmoving, almost catatonic, as Valkyrie licked her vulva clean. The woman's apparent indifference to what Val was doing made Valkyrie feel even more degraded; now it was as if she were the aggressor. When she had done enough to satisfy Alexander, Val was led to yet another room and forced to service another of the captive whores. On and on it went, her anger and humiliation growing as Valkyrie was forced to service the heavily used cunts of six of the captive women. Through it all, Alexander used her bound arms as a lever to force her to cooperate. Whenever her oral ministrations were not sufficiently vigorous, he would lower her fatigued arms, slowly choking her as the ropes tightened with each inch he lowered them. Valkyrie could only respond by thrusting her face into the cunt before her and making loud sucking sounds until Alexander was satisfied and raised her arms again. Finally she was led through one more open door. Inside, Valkyrie found Arkan standing by the figure of a woman spread out on a narrow cot positioned like a frog waiting to be dissected. His presence sent a shudder of fear- and hatred- through her. Instinctively, she bowed her head submissively. Valkyrie did not at first recognize the woman on the bed. Only when Arkan held up the woman's head- the normally dark hair now almost white with the cum of her rapists- did she realized that she was looking at Bobbie. Valkyrie's horrified stare was draw to the junction of Bobbie's legs. There below the young woman's yawning cunt opening was a pool of white man cum spreading out on the dirty gray of the bedsheet like the ink blot in a Rorschach test, a pool of cum still being fed by a thin stream of the thick fluid trickling out of Bobbie. Valkyrie was appalled; she wanted to look away but could not. She had never seen anything so ..sluttish! She thought that Bobbie looked like a cheap whore, a cumbucket. Bobbie's red, manhandled breasts were marked by large dried pools of the whitish man cum while her normally perky face was covered by a solid sheet of the sticky, white scum. Despite all this, Bobbie's eyes were open and knowing as they stared back at Val; her humiliation at having Valkyrie see her in this state apparent in the wide, pleading eyes. For a moment, Valkyrie wondered what Bobbie saw when she looked at her. Valkyrie knew that her nude body was covered in sweat, she could feel the slime from a half dozen cunts covering her face, and she could smell the stink of the guard's piss all over her. Valkyrie realized with a start that she must look like a cheap whore too. "She is a real slut, isn't she!", Arkan laughed as he held Bobbie's cum covered face up for Valkyrie's examination, "A few more times with my men, and she will have a strong Serb son in her belly. You stink of the other whores' cunts! I think that is what I will use you for now, to clean the cunts of my whores every day after they serve my Tigers. And I will put you to work serving my men too! Then you will have a Serb in your belly! Does that thought please you, my big American Navy whore?" Valkyrie could not answer him. While the thought of being forced to lick other women's cunts was repugnant to her; the thought of carrying her rapists' child was truly horrifying! But she knew that she could not stop him from doing these things to her. She knew that she was too afraid of this man to dare to defy him. She would do as he ordered despite her loathing of homosexuality and her fear of pregnancy. She hated Arkan for what he was doing to her, and she hated herself for her inability to stop him. It was all she could do to nod her bowed head in response. She felt crushed, helpless even as her face burned with her barely surpressed anger. "Good, my little toilet slut! You can clean this one up now," Arkan ordered as he gestured to Bobbie. "Start with the face and work down. Then clean the bed, too." Valkyrie knelt on the bed between Bobbie's widely spread legs and leaned forward until her face was only inches from Bobbie's, struggling the entire time to keep her bound arms up to avoid tightening the rope around her neck and choking herself. Valkyrie closed her eyes as she reached out for Bobbie's face with her tongue. She first experienced the stickiness of the men's cum which covered her companion's chin; then she felt the warmth of the skin underneath the cum. Slowly, she gathered the cum off of Bobbie's face with the tip of her tongue and brought it back into her mouth. Her taste buds were overwhelmed by the bitter, masculine taste of the cum, so different from the female secretions which covered her face. Valkyrie cleaned Bobbie's face of the Serbians' cum inch by humiliating inch, keeping her eyes closed so that she did not have to look into the face of her fellow flyer, the woman she had thought of as her "kid sister" before all this had happened. The taste of humiliation was bitter in her mouth, making her bile rise more than once as her mind turned over the degradation and perversity of what she was doing. Her emotions were confused, conflicted by the feelings this perverse contact with Bobbie was generating. As her tongue licked across Bobbie's soft lips, the smaller flyer opened her mouth and moaned softly at the touch of Valkyrie's tongue. To Valkyrie's surprise and humiliation, Bobbie flicked out her own tongue to meet Valkyrie's, sending an electric shock through them both. For a second, Valkyrie opened her eyes to stare into Bobbie's. Then she shut them again as she tried to close off the strange feelings washing through her. Forced as she was to lean over Bobbie, Valkyrie's heavy breasts rested lightly on Bobbie's smaller cones, sending pleasant, but unwanted sensations through Valkyrie as the sweaty, sensitive flesh rubbed together. When she had cleaned Bobbie's chin and lips and left them shiny with her salvia, she moved downward to Bobbie's cum encrusted breasts. Valkyrie licked the erect red nubs of Bobbie's nipples, feeling Bobbie's arousal and hating Bobbie- as well as herself- for it. But excited by it just the same. From the nubs, Valkyrie worked her way in a circular pattern around and down Bobbie's breasts, cleaning them of the dried cum and then unhappily swallowing the mixture of cum and her salvia which covered her tongue. As Valkyrie licked across her face, Bobbie shivered with pleasure. Even under these circumstances, the touch of Val's tongue and the pressure of Val's large nipples against her smaller ones thrilled her so much that she could not stop herself from becoming aroused. After the brutality of the previous hours, the soft touch of her fellow flyer was so comforting. Bobbie could not help responding, kissing Val as the other woman licked the cum off her lips even though she sensed that such a kiss was repugnant to Valkyrie. She wanted to comfort Val; to tell her that it was all right. But she was too afraid to speak. Instead, she arched her back to offer more of her breasts to Val's warm tongue. Arkan smiled down at the sight of Valkyrie cleaning his soldiers cum off of the smaller woman. He took another drink from Alexander's bottle and then handed it back to the man. The sight of Valkyrie's heavy breasts, thrust out by the way her arms were tied behind her, aroused him almost as much as the humiliation visible on Valkyrie's strong face. He knew that he had to experience the big American's body again. He and Alexander pulled the bed away from the wall so that he could stand at the head of the bed. He repositioned Valkyrie on the bed, turning her around so that she was facing Bobbie's feet instead of her face and had her knees on either side of Bobbie's face with her feet positioned on either side of the bed's metal head . Positioning himself behind Valkyrie, he unzipped his pants and extracted his very erect cock. As Valkyrie began again to work her way down Bobbie's body from her sweat and cum covered stomach toward Bobbie's abused cunt, he pressed his cock against the half open star of Valkyrie's anus and slipped inside without resistance. How very different from the struggle to get inside her that first time, he thought as he slid his cock deeper into her warm, still snug ass channel. He felt her tighten up as he penetrated deeper inside her, squeezing his cock. He controlled her- and kept the ropes from choking her before he was finished with her- by grasping the ropes connecting her hands to her neck with one of his ham like hands. He used the other hand to reach around the kneeling woman to her hanging breasts. As Valkyrie's lips reached Bobbie's cum saturated cunt, Arkan began to move inside her ass, forcing her face against Bobbie's sex. At the same time, he took her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it, pressing down with all his power until the swollen, red nub flattened between his fingers. Arkan could feel the pain traveling through her, making her bowels grip his cock even tighter. Beneath him, Valkyrie licked at the cum covering Bobbie's crotch, using the flat of her tongue to gather the white scum into her mouth. As Bobbie wiggled in pleasure under the steady lapping of her tongue, Valkyrie tried to close her mind to the degrading task she was being forced to perform, the pain and humiliation of Arkan's sodomy, and his torture of her swollen nipple. As he thrust harder, Valkyrie began moaning as she struggle to adjust to the deep, painful penetration of her ass. With the increasingly power of his thrusts, Valkyrie's face was repeatedly forced into Bobbie's sensitive cunt, making breathing ever more difficult. Valkyrie was now running on automatic; her mind consumed by the waves of pain coming from her ass. Mindlessly, her tongue ran up one side and down the other side of Bobbie's vulva, licking away the rapists' cum, all while she was being brutally sodomized. Bobbie moaned and squirmed as Valkyrie's tongue caressed her swollen inner lips and occasionally flicked over her clit. Bobbie's hips were making little circles on the cum sodden bedsheets, seeking more contact with Valkyrie's warm, soft tongue. She began bucking her hips, trying to fuck Valkyrie's face with her hips, as she sought her climax from Val's tongue. Meanwhile, inches above her face was Arkan's cock plowing in and out of the stretched star of Valkyrie's asshole. His rape of her asshole was forcing Valkyrie's cunt closer to Bobbie's face until she could just reach the larger woman's clitoris with the tip of her tongue. As Valkyrie licked her swollen, sore cunt, she strained to lick Valkyrie's clit as she encouraged Valkyrie, saying: "AHHH!....VAL....HARDER..PLEASEE!" Bobbie was bucking harder now, using the friction of Valkyrie's face hitting her sex as well as Valkyrie's tongue to push herself over the edge. Bobbie wanted to wrap both legs around Valkyrie's head, to open herself to the woman's tongue as she tried to get Valkyrie's face deeper into her cunt, but the ropes securing her feet frustratingly stopped her. Bobbie could only use the fleeting contact of Val's tongue and face to push her slowly, painfully to her grunting, screaming climax. "AHHHH!...YES..AHHH.....VAL..YES...OH..OH...OHAAA!" Above her, Arkan was sodomizing Valkyrie's hot, open asshole with all his strength, glorying in his degradation of the strong American flyer whom he had determined to turn into a whore. He wanted to laugh; this was perfect! Arkan turned to his man Alexander standing forgotten in the corner with one hand pulling on his erect cock, and ordered him to whip the American bitch while he fucked her. In a second, the man had his belt out and was laying its folded length across Valkyrie's broad, muscular back in painful strokes. As he whipped her, Arkan thrust hard into Valkyrie and barked: "TAKE MY COCK WHORE. FEEL THE WHIP...BITE YOUR LITTLE SLUT LOVER .BITE HER MAKE HER CUM...WHORE! SHE SUCKED YOU BITCH!...NOW YOU BITE HER AND LICK THE CUM OF MEN OUT OF HER LIKE THE WHORE YOU ARE!" Valkyrie hesitated as the humiliation of the words' truth cut her as deeply as the belt. But she was afraid to refuse. She knew Arkan would make her obey; and he was right...She was a whore just like Bobbie... a cunt lapping , cock sucking whore! Arkan pulled her head back by the noose around her neck and whispered into her ear, "Do as I say whore! . DO IT!" When he let go of the noose, Valkyrie's face fell into her companion's cunt. She began to use her teeth on the smaller woman's cunt. Driven by her fear of Arkan, she tried to literally devour Bobbie's cum stained cunt. She gnawed at the sensitive cunt lips- hesitantly at first and then with increasing violence as Arkan plowed into her asshole and Alexander's belt exploded onto her back. Each time he pulled out of her ass in preparation for another stroke, Arkan pulled Valkyrie's face out of Bobbie's vagina, painfully stretching Bobbie's cunt lips as Val's teeth instinctively held on to the delicate cunt lips. Gasping for air and with her face covered by Bobbie's secretions, Valkyrie blindly attacked the other woman's delicate cunt lips as she endured Arkan's degrading anal rape. Beneath her, Bobbie screamed from the combination of pain and arousal Valkyrie was inflicting on her. The pain was real but sexual for the first time. Instinctively, she began to return the brutal caresses, concentrated on Valkyrie's large clit with her teeth since that clit was the only part of Valkyrie's cunt the bound woman could reach. Bobbie attacked the erect finger of flesh with her front teeth and tongue, grabbing it with her teeth and holding on as the tip of her tongue flicked back and forth over the end of the nub. Above them both, Arkan raped Valkyrie's asshole, brutally fucking the nether opening as if it were her cunt, his balls banging against Bobbie's forehead; He paused now and then to savor the warm, tightness of her guts before returning to the deep hard fucking he preferred. "HARDER, YOU STINKING WHORE! ....... EAT HER HARDER BITE HER! EAT HER HARDER...MAKE THE BITCH SCREAM, ..DO IT OR I'LL HAVE ALEXANDER CUT YOUR NIPPLES OFF AND FEED THEM TO YOU!", shouted Arkan as he used his cock to punish her, stabbing her with it as if he meant to impale her heart on its length. To emphasize the threat, he spoke a few words to Alexander. In a second, his knife was resting lightly against her right nipple, drawing a single drop of blood as its tip gently lifted the end of the nipple. Valkyrie stiffened with fear, a fear which was rapidly directed into anger toward the woman whom she blamed for getting her into this- for all the abuse and humiliation she had suffered this afternoon. Determined to hurt someone- anyone- for the pain she had suffered, Valkyrie bit harder on Bobbie's sensitive cunt lips, drawing blood as Bobbie arched her back and screamed in pain at this abuse of her sex. Valkyrie could actually taste Bobbie's blood now, the coppery taste cutting through the strong taste of the other woman's secretions and overpowering the bitter taste of the men's leavings. Valkyrie took the sensitive flesh of Bobbie's cunt lips between her teeth and gnawed on it, shaking her head like a dog with a rat. Bobbie screamed from the pain of Valkyrie's attack as her soft red inner lips were stretched and torn. In an unthinking response, Bobbie attacked Valkyrie's sex even harder with her teeth, biting into Val's large clit until she drew blood. Alexander could not believe his eyes as he stared at this bizarre spectacle. During the war, he had often played the Serbs' version of patti-cake where two prisoners would be forced to trade blows until one was beaten unconscious. But he had never seen anything so erotically brutal as this-forcing two captive women to attack each other's genitals with their teeth. He watched as his laughing patron sodomized the muscular American woman, brutally penetrating her strong, sweaty body. As Arkan raped her ass, Valkyrie attacked her friend's cunt lips with her teeth, actually drawing blood. Beneath her, the boyish brunette was wildly trying to escape her friend's attack while at the same time punishing her friend's clit with her teeth. Now both looked to be actually climaxing from this brutal mutual abuse! He stared down at them in amazement, forgetting for the moment to use his belt on Valkyrie's muscular back, which was already a bright red from the beating he had delivered to it. For a moment the two women attacked each other's sex like feuding wolves, their mutual cries of pain bringing a laugh from Arkan's smiling mouth. As the pain washed over Valkyrie from the attack on her sex - one which she feared would rip open her clit - and as the salty, coppery taste of Bobbie's blood filled her mouth, the anger which Valkyrie had been holding inside her since her capture receded. The rage washed over her and out of her mind like the retreating tide. Valkyrie was finally able to accept her helplessness, her lack of control, in the face of her captivity. Now she could finally stop venting her rage on the only person more helpless than she- Bobbie. Freed of her need to hurt Bobbie though still fearful of Arkan, she continued to appear to attack Bobbie's cunt lips. Though now she was actually sucking the torn cunt lips into her mouth and licking them rather than using her teeth on the sensitive flesh. Valkyrie pressed her face into her friend's cunt and concentrated on soothing the injuries she had inflicted at Arkan's command, licking and gently kneeling the other woman's soft cunt lips . Perversely, the pain had already driven Bobbie to the edge of her climax; now she came in violent shakes as she felt Val sucking and caressing her sensitive cunt lips with her soft tongue. A gush of her juices poured out of her cunt into Valkyrie's mouth, washing away the taste of blood. For the first time in her life, Valkyrie responded to the taste of another woman with an intense arousal. When Bobbie began to respond in kind to Valkyrie's caresses, gently sucking and licking Valkyrie's clit; Valkyrie's cunt responded as well, covering Bobbie's face with her lubricants. Bobbie could still taste the coppery flavor of Val's blood on that clit, but now she began to taste something else- her friend's love juices- as Valkyrie became more and more aroused by Bobbie's tongue. Wrenching her head forward, Bobbie drew the entire finger size nub of Valkyrie's clitoris into her mouth and licked away the pain, driving her friend toward an intense climax . The two women were oblivious to the men abusing them as they made love to each other for the first time. In seconds, Valkyrie began shaking, her body convulsing as Bobbie's tongue set off her first lesbian climax- despite the brutal pain of Arkan's attack on Val's asshole. Arkan lasted as long as he could; but the tight warmth of Valkyrie's ass and the image of Valkyrie torturing her friend's cunt had driven him to the brink of his climax despite his efforts to hold it off. The convulsions of Valkyrie's body as she came drove him over that brink and into his own world of pleasure. Despite the power of his own climax, he saw what the two women were doing. Even as he came, filling Valkyrie's bowels again with the now familiar flood of hot cum, he was thinking about this change in their relationship and about how it could be used to his advantage. Arkan withdrew from Valkyrie's asshole, leaving a thin trail of his cum to run down her leg and fall on Bobbie's moaning face. Valkyrie began to slow down her oral stimulation of Bobbie. Regretting all she had done to hurt her friend, she comforted poor Bobbie's abused cunt by gently licking the bleeding cunt lips with her tongue, swallowing great quantities of Bobbie's secretions in the process with apparent relish. Like a cat comforting its kitten, she tried to lick away the pain she had inflicted on Bobbie. Bobbie's response was identical. She tried to lick away Val's pain by caressing her clit softly with her tongue. In addition, she used wide swipes of her tongue to collect and savor the strong flavored cunt juices of her blonde friend. Within seconds, both the woman's cunts were dripping like faucets with their secretions as their hips moved in small circles in against each other's faces, seeking the comforting touch of the other's lips. A muffled "Oh Bobbie...mmmm.... Bobbie.. I'm sorry....Bobbie, . I didn't mean to hurt you." came from Valkyrie as she lifted her lips from her friend's sex for a second before plunging back into the wet folds again. Bobbie continued to caress Valkyrie's clit with the tip of her tongue, making delicate circles around the now angry red knob as a peace offering. Bobbie could smell the evidence of Valkyrie's climax and her continued arousal despite the trickle of man cum which occasionally got in the way. Thrilled at the words she heard, Bobbie concentrated on Valkyrie's clit in response, so happy she was unable to speak. Sardonically amused, Arkan watched Valkyrie and Bobbie comforting each other for a moment before telling Alexander, "That is enough. Take the big one back to her room. Keep them separated; that is enough kiss and make up for now. Let another five or six of the men have the little one; then close her door for the day. Tomorrow let the big one satisfy the men after she has cleaned the other whores' cunts. Let the little one alone tomorrow. And feed them both some sweet potatoes; they'll need their strength." Later, alone in her small bare room, a bound Valkyrie tried to find sleep without much success. It was not the dull pain in her rear from Arkan's rape; she was used to that by now. Nor was it the awful memory of how Alexander had used her, forced her to lick his unwashed cock, balls, and even asshole, before he raped her with a wooden club. It was the realization of how poorly she had treated Bobbie since their capture that kept her from sleeping. The anger inside her was gone; instead, she felt shamed at the way she had tried to push Bobbie away. She finally understood that they needed physical contact with each other, that it was not wrong to comfort each other in this man-made hell. Their shared experience had forged a bond- a love- between them which was stronger than any conventional love. It was not, she decided, wrong to express that love. Two rooms away, a strangely happy Bobbie - bound spread-eagle on the bed and again awash in the spendings of Arkan's thugs- also tried to sleep. Despite her exhaustion, the sleep would not come. She kept running through her head the words Val had said and the way Val had licked her. Her unspoken love for Val had been the one thing she had to cling to in this hellhole, her one strength. With Val finally accepting that, Bobbie felt as if she could endure even lost in this foreign hell. She had feared she would go mad if she had to face her captivity alone. But now, she thought, with Val with me maybe somehow it will come out all right. Two floors away, a smiling Arkan was considering the same situation with very different feelings. As much as he was enjoying humiliating the two Americans, he knew that time was running out. Soon, even the American CIA would know that the two flyers were here. He had to get rid of them before then, he decided. He'd had his pleasure with them, the film of Bobbie being raped by the Moslem fighters had worked to sour relations between the Americans and the Bosnian Turks and turn suspicion from him, and because of his film of Valkyrie and General Milosadic, he had the tanks he wanted. He wondered if one more advantage might not be wrung from his possession of the two women before he killed them. After all, he still had the film of his men raping Valkyrie that day in the barn. How, he mused, could he use this to his advantage. From his experience in the black market, he knew that there must be some way to turn a profit on such an item. To aid in his thoughts, he extracted the tape in question from his safe and put it in his machine. The image of a screaming Valkyrie being sodomized as she hung suspended from the beam materialized on the screen. A somber Arkan stared at it, deep in thought. By the time the seventh man had finished attacking Valkyrie, a smile crossed his face. He had an idea. Part 5 The unforeseen fruits of Arkan's idea appeared a week later during a meeting at the White House between the President and the American ambassador to Italy. "Ah am confused, Mr. Ambassador! Tell me again how you came by this tape." "Well Mr. President, as you no doubt know I am - I have to be of course as ambassador- friendly with many of the government ministers. Occasionally, I attend very private parties given by some of the ministers, purely to discuss matters of interest to our government, of course. Well, you are no doubt aware of the ...proclivities of some member of the government from the rather unfortunate scandals which have plagued this Administration. I mean, the Italian Government, of course. I saw the film at one of these parties. I thought I recognized the woman in it as one of the Navy flyers who was shot down in Bosnia, Lieutenant Volksrye. Not knowing what else to do, I told the minister- I trust his name will not come into this- that I wanted a copy of the movie for myself. He was kind enough to put me in contact with someone who put me in contact with someone else. To be brief, I bought the tape from a man I have reason to believe was a member of the Mafia. "Mafia? How'd they come into this?" Well, Mr. President, I understand from the DEA liaison agent at my embassy that there is a close connection between the Mafia and some elements of the Serb militias run by a warlord- and war criminal- called Arkan. Trading guns and money for looted valuables, buying protection for drugs moving through the area to Europe, films like this one , and even the sale of women captured by this Arkan's men , so I 've been told. The DEA has a file on him; the CIA must have one too. And, of course, there have always been connections between the Government of Italy and the Mafia. The exchange of favors." "Ah see. Well Mr. Ambassador, you have done your country a great service. Ah don't want you to tell anyone about this though. We don't want any false hopes raised, do we? Leave the tape with me; Ah need to um.... study it. Ah won't forget this. The ambassadorship is yours for as long as you want it; don't worry about that State IG report. After this, who will give a damn about petty cash.." "Thank you, Mr. President. You know you can count on me." "Who would believe it. We spend millions for the CIA, and who gets the information we need? A guy watching dirty movies." " Yes, it is a wonderful piece of luck which couldn't have come at a better time. You'll need to clean up the source before you give it to the Pentagon though. They leak like sieves over there." "Yes, Mr. President. I'll come up with something. I'll get it over to the Pentagon immediately. With any luck they can launch a rescue within 24 hours using the Delta Force team on stand bye in Hungary." " Yes, with any luck. Ah..um.. don't want you to give that to the Pentagon just yet. Check and see what lead time they need for a rescue. Tell them about Arkan, but tell them its not confirmed. Get them the CIA file on this Arkan. And keep it close hold." "But why wait? Shouldn't we act now on this now, Mr. President?" "Well, Ah don't think a few days will make any difference. They've been there three weeks already. An opportunity like this doesn't come often. And the benefits don't last long. We need to make the best use of it. My sources tell me that the Special Prosecutor is going to announce an indictment in three or four days. If he is, Ah want to have something which will knock him right off the front page and keep the wolves in Congress quiet by taking my approval rating up. In politics as in love, timing is everything!" Arkan found the offer almost too good to be true; but there it was in front of him. After seeing a copy of one of the video tapes of Valkyrie and Bobbie which he had sold to the Mafia, an anonymous buyer was offering two million Deutschmarks for the two American women. This was an offer he truly couldn't bring himself to refuse even though he knew that he would be much safer with the two Americans dead and at the bottom of a mine shaft. The fact that the buyer's identity was unknown to him especially worried him. However, the middleman was trustworthy, and he had assured Arkan that his identity would be protected. And after all, he told himself, if you cannot trust the Mafia, who can you trust. Well, he decide, if the American whores are leaving us in two days time, that calls for a celebration- a going away party! The next afternoon, Arkan had Valkyrie brought to his office. There Val found an ominous tableau, a gagged Bobbie tied in a standing spread eagle and flanked on one side by a smiling Arkan and on the other by the grim figure of his bodyguard, Alexander. Her handlers threw Val to her knees in front of Bobbie. Val looked up into the terrified eyes of her friend and lover and felt an icy fear growing in the pit of her stomach. Because his plan called for Val to do more than passively submit to superior force- for her to in fact actively participate in her own degradation, Arkan felt some trepidation about her submissiveness even after having apparently broken her spirit with repeated rapes and humiliations for almost three weeks. There was to his discerning eye still a hidden spark of rebellion in Valkyrie which he was determined to stamp out. Recognizing her new closeness to Bobbie, he had decided to use that affection as added leverage against Val to ensure her obedience. Arkan had no intentions of being embarrassed before his own men, such an indication of weakness could have fatal effects on a Serb leader. He had therefore arranged a demonstration for Val to impress upon her just how far he was willing to go to have her obedience. As her horrified pilot watched, Arkan again tied his trademark nylon lines around each of Bobbie's nipples, forcing them into the familiar hour glass shape. Then, as he pulled on the lines to stretch her tortured nipples, Alexander carefully used the tip of his razor sharp knife to trace entirely around each nipple, drawing a circle of blood at the base of the nipple but not cutting deeply enough to do permanent harm to the terrified female officer's breasts. As Alexander made the shallow cuts, Arkan casually told Val about his plans for tonight and her role in them, stressing that this was only a demonstration - a dress rehearsal- for what would happen to Bobbie if Val did not perform as desired. If Val failed to satisfy him, Arkan purred ominously, then next time the cuts would be much deeper, so deep that they would sever Bobbie's nipples from her breasts. To bring home his threat, a smiling Arkan knelt down by Val's side, to whisper into her ear: " If you disobey me, if you embarrass me in front of my men, then I will not stop with her breasts. I will let Alexander have her. After he has cut off your friend's pretty red nipples , then he will cut off an ear, and then perhaps a nose. Then perhaps something intimate. When he finishes there will be nothing left of your pretty friend but a trunk- a disfigured, but living trunk. All because you did not obey me!" Then a grinning Arkan offered to demonstrate Alexander's skill with his knife for real on the frightened, sobbing Bobbie- if that is what Val needed to see. It was in truth a bluff on Arkan's part. Having sold the two women, he could not now mutilate Bobbie. But the two American women had no way of knowing about the sale. They believed him capable of anything! After a quick glance at the trembling Bobbie, a shocked Valkyrie shook her head. She forced out a shaky, " Don't hurt her. I'll do whatever you tell me to do.". Once he had looked into her eyes and was convinced that Valkyrie would play the role he had scripted for her, Arkan laid out for her the wardrobe which he had carefully collected for her use. He gleefully watched as Valkyrie reluctantly put it on and - prompted by Alexander's blade resting against the bound and trembling Bobbie-modeled the disgustingly whorish clothes for Arkan's approval. Repeatedly, he had her walk up and down in front of his chair, turn, and pose for him as he admired her half nude, sluttishly attired body. Then the humiliated Valkyrie stood before a mirror and applied her make-up as Arkan watched intently, repeatedly ordering her to apply heavier coats of the cheap cosmetics until he, Arkan,, was finally satisfied with her new appearance. Through it all, Arkan did not so much as touch her. For now, he was content with the pleasures of raping her with his words alone, of mind fucking her. Arkan smiled at the dozen men around him, the most loyal officers of his Tigers, his cameraman, and, of course Alexander, his trustworthy personal bodyguard. He was holding the departure celebration for his American "guests" in what had been the hotel's poolroom, now shabbily bare but for one billiards table and a bar bearing the inevitable bottles of the local brandy and food. Over the billiards table hung the obligatory Serb Nationalist banner "SLOBODA ili SMRT"- Freedom or Death. Lying on the ragged billiards table was Bobbie, nude, resting on her arms which had been tied behind her back. Her legs hung over the edge of the table. Her mop of dark hair hung off one long side of the table while her cunt rested uncomfortably on the edge of the opposite side, obscenely open since her knees had been spread and tied with ropes running through two of the table's pockets. A single man stood beside her head, caressing her hair, while another stood between her legs toying with the protruding inner lips of her cunt. The rest of the men were clustered around the bar fortifying themselves for the evening. A collective "AH" went up spontaneously from the men as Alexander shepherded Valkyrie into the room. He was leading Valkyrie into the room by two thin strands of nylon fishing line which ran from his hand to each of Valkyrie's red swollen nipples. One end of the line had been wrapped tightly around each the middle of each nipple until the nipple bulged obscenely into an hourglass shape, trapping the blood in the tip of the nipple. This time Valkyrie's hands were free. In them she held a silver tray containing a bottle of expensive imported Scotch and a single glass. She was, as ordered, bringing Arkan his drink, a simple act which Arkan had endowed with humiliating overtones. The captive pilot had no choice but to follow the hulking bodyguard into the leering mob of men between her and Arkan; if she balked, Alexander would rip her nipples from her breasts. He had made that perfectly clear with a brutal jerk on Valkyrie's sensitive nipples just before they entered the room. The humiliation and loathing Valkyrie felt at being forced to become her rapist's servant were plainly evident on her face as she walked reluctantly into the leering mob of Arkan's men. Bobbie stared at the ceiling, unwilling to watch her mentor -and lover- being humiliated. Bobbie's pretty face was a bright beet red with embarrassment for Valkyrie, for unlike Bobbie's understated, almost elegant nudity, Val was dressed like a common street whore. Using as a guide the still photo of Val taken during a party at the Tailhook convention years earlier which he had recorded off of CNN, Arkan had apparently searched the cast off clothes of half the prostitutes in Belgrade until he found a suitable parody of her Tailhook party clothes. Valkyrie had on a pair of high heeled black "fuck-me" pumps which were painfully small for her feet, black fishnet pantyhose where the crotch had been crudely cut out to expose her pubic area, and an open man's black blazer. But rather than covering her breasts, the too small blazer exposed, even framed, them. Heavy black mascara accented her big blue eyes, a thick layer of bright red lipstick coated her full lips, and an equally thick layer of rouge covered her strong cheek bones, all applied by the unwilling Valkyrie herself. Valkyrie looked - and felt- like a cheap Belgrade street whore. Following the instructions given him by Arkan, the bodyguard paraded Val through the gauntlet of leering, grabbing men. As Arkan watched in satisfaction the men's hands roamed over the helpless American pilot's body, squeezing her exposed breasts, grabbing those firm ass cheeks, and even thrusting fingers between her cunt lips. She made no attempt to stop the groping hands. All Val could do was to blinked away the tears and kept repeating again and again her new mantra, " I have to obey; I cannot defy him!". The reluctant Valkyrie moved through the sea of groping hands at a brisk pace in response to Alexander's frequent and vicious tugs on her nipples. As the heartbroken Bobbie watched her friend's humiliation, Val walked through the men. She could sense the men's desire rise with each step she took as she was pulled closer and closer to the waiting Arkan by the lines tied to her nipples. Valkyrie could literally feel the men's lust wash over her; it was as real to her as the overpowering smell of tobacco and unwashed bodies which filled the room. Concentrating on keeping the tray and its precious cargo steady, Valkyrie silently endured the hands molesting her half naked body, deadly afraid of what Arkan would do if she dropped that bottle. So Valkyrie fought the urge to shy from the men's hands, walking slowly and steadily through the groping hands to Arkan, every step of her painful progress being recorded by the grinning cameraman, Dimrtri.. The woman finally came through the crowd to the billiards table under the banner where Arkan was waiting, a dog whip in his left hand. Silently, Valkyrie stood in front of him with her eyes downcast as he took the bottle and poured himself a drink while his men cheered his grand gesture. At his command Valkyrie submissively went to her knees in front of him, her eyes fixed on his muddy boots, too ashamed to look about her. Arkan smiled down at her bowed head and, placing one hand on her head like a conquer claiming his captive, raised his glass in a toast to " SLOBODA ili SMRT" to the cheers of his men. Arkan then moved to complete his domination of the proud female flyer, ordering her to "Service me like the whore that you are." The frightened Valkyrie stole a glance over at Bobbie. Seeing Alexander standing by her knife in hand, Val choked down her humiliation and surrendered her will to Arkan, too afraid for them both to make any attempt to salvage her rapidly vanishing self respect by even a token resistance. Putting down the tray, she steadied herself with one hand held against his uniformed leg. She unzipped his fly with her other hand and fished around inside for his already erect penis. Extracting it, Valkyrie gripped the thick rod lightly at the base with one hand while using her other hand to carefully massage the man's ballsack. She took the head of his cock into her mouth, blowing on it with her warm breath and then swirling her tongue around and over the sensitive head. Above her on her back on the table, Bobbie could not see what Val was doing since her view was blocked by Arkan's body, but the shouts and jeers of the watching men told her all she needed to know. Val was prostituting herself for her. The thought of her friend's sacrifice both thrilled Bobbie and cut her like a dagger through her heart. Crouching on her knees, the trembling blonde pilot was overwhelmed by feelings of intense humiliation. She tried to concentrate on pleasing the man towering above her, desperate to get this degrading ordeal over with, her head empty of all thoughts of resistance. As the watching crowd mocked her, Val felt increasingly like the whore she was dressed to be as she slavishly serviced Arkan's erect cock. She did not believe that it was possible for her to feel any more degraded, to sink any lower than she had at this moment. Val was shamelessly applying all the sexual tricks she knew to please Arkan; becoming -as she used her tongue and lips to coax the man to his climax- the willing whore that Arkan had vowed to make of her. But no matter how hard she tried to put the humiliation of her situation- the degradation of submitting to her hated captor- out of her head, she could not do it. The reality of her situation was literally staring her in the face in the form of Arkan's angry red cock. Desperately, Val tried to will her mind to stop struggling and embrace her degradation, painful though it was to acknowledge her own weakness and to accept the feeling of having no control over her own body. Mixed in with the wet sucking sounds coming out of her lips as they moved up and down his cock were new sounds now, the sounds of Valkyrie's quiet sobs as she began to accept her submission. Fortunately for Valkyrie, Arkan could not long resist her skilled ministrations. Nor could he long resist the ego enhancing cheers of his officers as he demonstrated his mastery of the strong American woman. They too savored Valkyrie's surrender. While many had made use of her body in the rooms upstairs, no one had been able to master her- until now. With both his ego and his cock being stroked simultaneously, Arkan rapidly approached his climax. He held one hand to her hair, anchoring her face in place as he administered one more insult to the tortured Valkyrie, spraying her mascaraed and rouged face with his spurting cock, covering both cheeks with his sperm. Then, pulling Valkyrie back to her feet by the lines attached to her breasts, he ordered: "Now dance for us Valkyrie! Just like on your MTV, eh....... DANCE WHORE!" For a second, the shocked Valkyrie simply stared at the man in amazement. The loud, tinny sound of current Europop, rock songs with English lyrics, coming from a cassette player snapped her back to reality. She began to move her body mechanically searching for the music as she scanned the circle of grinning, leering men surrounding her in a half circle, forcing her back towards the billiards table holding Bobbie, Valkyrie began to dance, moving her body seductively if unwillingly as she stared about her in fear, beyond any hope of escape. She tried to remember the strippers she had seen perform at her squadron's suite at the Tailhook convention so long ago and to imitate their tawdry movements -even to the mechanical smile on her face as she displayed herself to the cheering men. Valkyrie's face was a bright red under its coating of sperm, her embarrassment tearing at her as she was forced to brazenly displayed her almost nude body to these men she despised. She could feel Arkan's cum drying on her face, marking her as a slut in the eyes of the men surrounding her and perhaps even in Bobbie's eyes. It certainly made her feel like a slut - a whore! She hated the feeling but could not deny it! She wanted to stop; wanted to stop more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. She hated what Arkan were doing to her, what he was making her into. But the implied threat of the silent, glaring Alexander standing knife in hand by Bobbie's head kept her going. Valkyrie danced; her naked breasts, the nylon line still biting deeply into the swollen flesh of her red, elongated nipples, swayed seductively with each graceful movement of her hips. Her body shined under the bright klieg lights which Arkan's cameraman had trained on her almost nude body, highlighting her muscles as they moved gracefully under her sweaty skin. Each cat like movement displayed her near nude body to the men's hungry eyes- her blonde pubs, the red lips protruding beneath them,the play of muscles under her shiny skin, and her bobbing, tortured breasts. The men pressed closer , pushing her back toward the table from which an appalled Bobbie watched as her idolized pilot displayed herself like some cheap stripper. Arkan's voice cut through the din, "Turn around, whore! Let's see your big ass!" Relieved, Valkyrie complied, grateful to no longer have to look into the eyes of the pack of human wolves closing in around her. Then she saw Bobbie's face. The disgust she saw there cut her to the quick. Reluctantly she danced on, letting the men watch her bare ass as it moved below the short black coat, unaware that she seemed to the excited men to be teasing them - inviting their attack- with the way the tiny star of her sphincter appeared and disappeared as she moved. Desperately Val threw herself into the music, moving her body to the hypnotic rock beat of the music, willing her sweaty, muscular body to send the crudest, most primitive sexual signals to the men around her, to brazenly offer herself up to these men to please Arkan- and save Bobbie. Val danced through the first, the second, and into a third song- danced through a fog of the Spice Girls' hypnotic lyrics - "What I want..what I really , really want"- into a brassier woman's voice appropriately singing about "waiting for a hero". Even the music mocked her! The leering Serbs crowded around her in an ever shrinking circle, forcing her progressively closer to the table until her naked sex was inches from Bobbie's own exposed vagina. She felt desperate, trapped. Standing by the billiards table on Bobbie's left side, Arkan was pleased to see the tears of shame in the eyes of the larger American woman. Glancing at the reclining figure of the brunette American, he saw similar tears of sympathy in Bobbie's eyes at her friend's humiliation. He found their tears to be very ... arousing! On and on Val danced, letting the music carry her along. Her muscular body was almost totally exposed despite the scanty cover of her coat, gleaming as the bright lights from the camera reflected off the sweat covering her body. Her humiliation was equally exposed, the agony apparent underneath the fixed smile on her face. Valkyrie's fear was evident as well in her body's reaction, the sweat bathing her body and her panic induced hyperventilation which perversely was making her heavy breasts move so enticingly, drawing the men ever closer around her. As she instinctively retreated toward Bobbie, Val shivered in fearful anticipation. "Show us how you American Navy women make love to each other!", Arkan ordered. " My brave Navy pilot, show us how you Americans don't need men to satisfy yourselves. LICK HER WHORE OR I'LL WHIP THE SKIN OFF HER BREASTS AND YOUR'S TOO! THEN I'LL FEED YOU HER NIPPLES!" When Valkyrie hesitated, reluctant to degrade their love by displaying it for the amusement of this mob, Arkan gave weight to his words by using the small dog whip, a short, springy length of leather. As Val watched in terror, he brought it down hard on Bobbie's left breast, marking the soft white skin with an angry red streak.. Bobbie responded with a howl of surprise and pain . Arkan raised his whip hand for another blow, but before he could land that second blow on Bobbie's femininity, the horrified Valkyrie screamed out a piteous "NO..PLEASE!" and sank to her knees in front of Bobbie. Determined to spare her friend and lover more pain and recognizing the futility of resistance, Val thrust her face into Bobbie's strong smelling cunt- the same cunt which she had been so reluctant to lick three days ago- and stabbed her tongue into the soft folds of reddish cunt flesh. She bent her head, pressing her lips harder against Bobbie's cunt, breathing in Bobbie's fragrance as she found and tongue lashed the brunette's sensitive clitoris. Val rested her hands on Bobbie's legs, her thumbs pressing against the bound woman's cunt lips, spreading them so that Valkyrie's tongue could reach deep into her friend's vagina. She thrust her tongue inside Bobbie, licking the soft flesh as the smaller woman wiggled in response. Arkan alternated between entertaining his officers with comments on what sluts these Westerners were and spurring Valkyrie on with frequent strokes with the dog whip to her firm ass cheeks. Valkyrie alternated between thrusting her tongue deep into Bobbie's cunt and tracing the delicate inner labia with her tongue. Her hands held Bobbie's cunt open as Val feasted upon it, one thumb concentrating its attention on the sensitive nub of Bobbie's clit. Again and again Valkyrie thrust her tongue into the woman's wet, fragrant hole until Bobbie was groaning and humping the dirty, green fabric of the billiards table underneath her hips. Val tried to lose herself in Bobbie's cunt, to shut out the leering men around her as she willingly made love to her friend. Driven to a frenzy by this display but prevented by Arkan from simply swarming all over Valkyrie and Bobbie, the men watched restlessly as the muscular blonde flyer licked and sucked Bobbie to a shattering climax. Only then as Bobbie reached her climax- screamed and bucked wildly under Val's tongue lashing- did Arkan let his men have their way with the two women, signaling the start of the gang rape by pulling Val's face from Bobbie's cunt and displaying it to his men- her chin wet with Bobbie's secretions and her mascara running down her cheeks to mix with Arkan's cum. With a collective growl, the men swarmed over the terrified Valkyrie. With a familiarity born of frequent practice, the men quickly positioned Valkyrie to be ravaged, lifting the unresisting woman to her feet and bending her over the green felt of the table beside her friend's bound form, so that Val was supporting her upper body on her elbows and angled with her face resting inches from Bobbie's. She was so close that Bobbie could smell her own secretions on Valkyrie's face as she locked eyes with her pilot. In an instant, Val's legs were spread, and a man stood between them, his erect cock probing her well exercised cunt. He easily forced himself inside her as Valkyrie fought against her urge to resist him. Instead of fighting, she relaxed her cunt muscles, accepting the man raping her. A hand on the back of her head pressed her face to Bobbie's; Valkyrie opened her lips and pressed them against her lover's soft lips. The two kissed deeply as the man buried himself in the muscular blonde flyer's cunt, savoring the still tight, warm grip of the woman's cunt upon his cock. A second man stood beside the first and forced his way into Bobbie's cunt, stretching the younger woman painfully. He forced himself inside her, bringing a moan of pain from Bobbie's lips, breaking the kiss. Valkyrie braced herself against the powerful thrusts of the man inside her and nuzzled Bobbie, licking Bobbie's face and allowing the younger woman to lick her's, to taste her own secretions on Val's face polluted though it was with Arkan's cum. Both were buffeted back and forth by the men raping them. The first man inside Valkyrie did not last long; he was rapidly replaced by another man in her now cum slick cunt. The man inside Bobbie fucked a while longer before he filled her womb with his hot sperm, savoring his dominance over the athletic young American. As one man used her cunt, Val felt the soft warmth of another man's cock pressed against her cheek. Looking up, she saw Arkan looming above her head, standing there between her and Bobbie on the opposite side of the table from the men fucking them. Capturing her short blonde hair in his large hand, Arkan brought her lips to his half erect cock. Pulled awkwardly far across the table by Arkan's hand, Valkyrie instinctively obeyed his unspoken command, stretching herself out on the table and wrapping one arm around his trousered ass to steady herself. She rested her other arm around Bobbie's chest, hugging her close as she opened her mouth to accept Arkan's semi-erect cock. Instinctively, Bobbie moved toward Val's reassuring physical presence. Obeying the same unspoken command, she submissively opened her mouth and began to use her tongue on her Arkan's cock as Valkyrie did the same from the other side. Arkan smiled down at the two female aviators as they acknowledged his dominance by worshipping his cock. As Val worked on his cock's head, running her tongue around the sensitive glens, Bobbie worked with her to bring Arkan to erection and climax, stretching her head upward to ran her tongue along the sensitive ridge on the underside of his cock, flicking her tongue back and forth to leave the skin of his cock wet with her salvia as far back as the man's hanging ball sack. The man in Valkyrie's cunt was pumping into her as hard as he could , jarring her with the impact of his hips on her buttocks while Arkan forced his growing cock deeper into her mouth, pressing his hips into her lips while holding her face against his hips with the hand entangled in her sweat soaked hair. The cock in her mouth was swelling, choking her by blocking her airway as it was pushed its way down her throat to batter against her tonsils. Beside her, Bobbie stared in horror at the rape of her friend's mouth. All she could see was the now fully erect cock being fed into Val's clenching red lips. Bobbie tried to help her friend, using her tongue on the underside of the small portion of Arkan's cock not already buried inside Val's mouth. Valkyrie struggled to breath between his thrusts as the man used her mouth as if it were her cunt. His powerful strokes repeatedly rammed the head of his cock deep into her throat, forcing it to stretch painfully to accommodate him. He was forcing himself so far down her throat that the base of his penis was ramming against her full lips, bruising them with the force of his powerful thrusts and rubbing the thick coat of lipstick off of her lips and onto the base of his cock. The man using her vagina was no less brutal; he plowed forcefully into her, concerned only with satisfying himself by generating the maximum amount of friction inside her cunt, stretched as it was by the previous rapes and lacking even the lubrication provided her mouth by the lipstick. Lacking the will to fight the men swarming over her, Valkyrie could only lay there grasping one attacker's buttocks for support while with her other hand helplessly clenching Bobbie's naked side, her screams muffled by the cock in her mouth until they were no more than a low moan. She struggled to make her body go limp, abandoning all hopes of resistance and submitting totally to her rapists in a desperate hope of surviving this assault. Valkyrie put behind her all that she had been before her capture and accepted that she was now what Arkan had made of her- a whore! Beside her, Bobbie feared that her cunt was going to be split open by the sheer size of the new man raping her sweaty, yielding body. She feared he was going to destroy her insides with his huge cock, which he was plunging into her like a madman. Never had she felt so full! Then, just when she thought that she had reached the absolute depths of her pain and degradation, Arkan pulled his cock out of Valkyrie's raped mouth and thrust his hard, red cock into Bobbie's mouth. Taking advantage of Bobbie's upside down position, he thrust deep into her throat, choking her and making her throat feel as if it were on fire. His cock forced its way deep into her gullet, filling her small mouth with its bitter taste and heat of his excitement, and blocking her airway, keeping her from sucking in the oxygen she craved. Then after the eternity of that moment, his cock was gone, allowing her to breath again; now Valkyrie was the one gagging on Arkan's cock instead. Brutally buffeting her body between them, the second man came inside Valkyrie and abruptly pulled out, only to be instantly replaced by another man. Lubricated by the cum filling her cunt, her new attacker slipped easily inside Val's passive, muscular body. While Arkan seemed as if he could last forever by virtue of his earlier climax, none of the men fucking the two women's cunts lasted for more than a few short moments. All too soon, their pleasure was over and a new man replaced them. For the women though, time seemed to stand still as they lay passively on the table allowing their bodies to move with the men's thrusts, accommodating their rapists' cocks. Arkan and the man in Val's cunt settled into a rhythm by which both thrust into her at once, trapping her between their hard rutting, male cocks, making her feel as if the two cocks were meeting somewhere in her chest with every thrust. Harder and harder they used her unresisting body- bruising her lips, bloodying her nose, and pounding into her sore cunt like a pair of jackhammers until neither man could tolerate another moment of her warm, wet holes without exploding. Then they came, covering her face and sex with a river of their cum. The cum covered Val's lips and chin, falling in great white gobs onto Bobbie's upturned face. Before he left her, Arkan bent below Valkyrie and took hold of the twin lines tied to her nipples. With a quick movement he ran one line between Bobbie's torso and her bound arm and tied it to its counterpart, leaving Valkyrie attached to her friend by the lines around her pain stricken nipples. For a moment the two stared into each other's eyes, ignoring the fresh cum dripping off of Valkyrie's face onto Bobbie's as they silently comforted each other. .As Arkan withdrew, two men replaced him, breaking the two women's reverie. Now there was one man using Valkyrie's mouth, and another one using Bobbie's. On the other side of the table, her newest rapist had switched to Val's asshole, finding sodomy preferable to the cum dripping, elasticity of her well fucked vagina. Bobbie's rapist stayed with her cunt, savoring its warm tightness even as a stream of white cum flowed out of her to drip onto the floor below. As they lay there side by side the two female flyers were buffeted and tormented by the cocks of their rapists. Each was penetrated at both ends by two rutting cocks, leaving them feeling stuffed full of cock. For Val, the torment was increased by the pain from her nipples as the lines tying them to Bobbie were alternately stretched and loosened as her body was battered back and forth by the cocks pounding into her mouth and gapping asshole. Man after man used the two captive women and then withdrew satisfied, leaving behind in and on the two women a sea of hot, sticky cum. The white slime coated Val's and Bobbie's faces as well as their sexes, covering their chins , lips, cheeks , and even their hair with layers of thick, sticky goo. Bobbie stared up into Val's haggard, cum covered face. She cringed inwardly at the sight of the muscular female pilot being used as a cumbucket for the drunken Serbs, her mouth open, cum dripping out of it as a cock moved in and out between her lips and deep into her throat again and again. The grunting, animal like noises coming out of Val's cock filled mouth torn at her heart; for even now after all they had endured since their capture, Bobbie still thought of Val as being strong and in charge. It hurt her deeply to see Val allowing herself to become their slut, letting herself be taken by these men without resisting, looking like this, like a whore, a cumbucket. Like her! But she could not turn her eyes away. The sight of Val being raped fascinated her as much as it repelled her. The sight of Val's body, of her beasts moving with the thrusts of her attackers, aroused her even now. As she concentrated on Val's raped body, Bobbie could ignore her own degradation, letting her body react mechanically, mindlessly to the cocks invading her sex and mouth. Valkyrie could not look Bobbie in the eye. The cum smeared face of her friend was a mirror of her own humiliation, her own submission. She was suppose to be the strong one; she was suppose to be the one who could handle anything.. But she couldn't handle this! Without even the excuse of having her arms bound as Bobbie's were, Val saw herself passively accepting the rape of her body- and her soul. She was letting a man fuck her in the ass without fighting back. Letting a man she despised cover her face with his cum without resisting. What, her tortured mind demanded, had she become? The answer was obvious. She had become a whore! A whore like Bobbie! She looked over at her friend, taking in the way Bobbie's smooth, sweat shiny, cum covered body was being mauled by the men attacking her with their cocks. Through the arm she had draped protectively over Bobbie's torso, she could feel the men's thrusts slamming into Bobbie's body, feel Bobbie's body moving under the hammer blows of their cocks. They felt just like the blows battering her own body, the cock pounding into her asshole and the cock emptying itself into her throat. Val had the sensation of drowning in the men's cum as yet another cock erupted down her open throat. Gagging on the thick sperm, she painfully choked down another mouth full of the bitter tasting cum. It felt to her as if she had a gallon of the men spendings in her stomach, filling her with its obscene warmth. Arkan stood a few feet from them, sipping his drink and recovering as he watched his men use Valkyrie and Bobbie. He allowed the gang rape to continue for over an hour as he watched, savoring each detail of the brutalities inflicted upon the two female flyers. He enjoyed the way the women's pain ridden faces were covered in his men's white, sticky cum. He was delighted to see the white streams of his men's cum running down their faces, sticking their eyelids shut, and running over foreheads to saturate their hair. The little one was especially attractive now, he thought, as he stared in fascination at the thick ropes of the men's cum running through Bobbie's hair, streaking the dark hair with white. He smiled again as he thought of the cum which had shot down the women's throats or been choked down as they fought for breath, coating their throats and pooling in their stomachs. Then there was the cum being deposited in their wombs, little Serbs for the future perhaps. He turned his attention to Valkyrie whose muscular, feminine body was submissively moving in time with the men's cocks, soft moans pouring from her mouth as she crouched there drowning in the men's sticky, white cum. Still, she did not fight. He had crushed her spirit, raped her mind as well as her strong body. He was not surprised that Bobbie put up no resistance, but for the big blonde to submit so passively to a brutal gang rape was a clear sign that she was finally broken, his body and soul. Even as he enjoyed the visible proof of his victory, Arkan resolved on a further test of Valkyrie's submissiveness. At Arkan's command, a cock beaten and cum covered Valkyrie was pulled off the billiards table which had been the altar upon which Arkan had sacrificed her pride and put to work cleaning the cum soaked cunt of her companion. Even as she used her tongue to clean the men's cum off Bobbie, one of Arkan's men was still in her ass, sodomizing her. Slowly, Val cleaned her friend's face and cunt of the white scum, gripping Bobbie's nude body for support against the thrusts of the man using her ass. When Bobbie's crotch was clean and shiny with Val's salvia, the men lined up to take her again. Valkyrie was brought to stand in front of a grinning Arkan. He allowed himself to savor the moment as he stared at her raped and abused body, cataloguing the marks he and his men had left on the strong American flyer. Walking around her as Valkyrie stood swaying in her high heels, Arkan took in the round open hole of her asshole with thick streams of cum running out of it onto her muscular legs and over the fishnet stockings covering them, mixing with the stream of cum running out of the angry red of the woman's cunt slit to form a river of cum running down her right leg. Above this was her once blonde, now cum white triangle of pubic hair. Progressing to her panting chest, he stared at the grossly swollen nipples, the twin nylon lines still tied around their base. The trapped blood had enlarged the tips of Val's nipples until they were the size of his thumb and a deep purple color. Casually, Arkan squeezed one swollen nipple between a thumb and forefinger making the exhausted woman scream weakly with the pain and try to pull away. He looked intently into her face, hardly recognizing the once confident woman under the crusted cum and mascara covering her cheeks and mixing with the trickle of blood from her nose and lips. Arkan smiled at the changes in Valkyrie's face. But he wanted more. "Show us that trick you like so much, Alexander! The one you and I did with that Croat bitch.", the grinning Arkan ordered his bodyguard. Shifting his attention back to Val, he laughed, " Everyone else has fucked you; now it is Alexander's turn- a reward for being such a brave soldier for Serbia! But I don't think it is his cock he has for you, whore! It's something special! You'll see!" Alexander smiled at Valkyrie as he called for some of the men to hold her arms for him. Too weak to resist them, Val could only shake her head and beg him in a tired voice not to hurt her any more. Alexander knelt by Valkyrie's spread legs as two other men held her arms away from her side, immobilizing the muscular but now submissive blonde aviator. Arkan stood behind her with one arm wrapped around her throat. Alexander knelt before the large woman and stared at Valkyrie's punished sex, its meaty labia covered in man cum. Slowly, he began to insert his hand into Val's vagina one finger at a time. With her cunt already stretched by the rapes and well lubricated with volumes of cum, Alexander had no trouble getting his first three fingers inside it. He pressed the thumb and little finger into his palm and formed his hand into a dagger shape. Then he thrust his hand into Valkyrie, sinking it past the weakened muscles guarding the entrance and deep into Val's womb as she gave a weak cry of protest. Alexander pushed his hand further inside Val, forcing his way into her until his hand had disappeared up to the wrist. At that point he stopped- his fingers wiggling slightly as he explored- and waited for Arkan , thinking about the only other time they had done this- with that Croatian fighter bitch so long ago The idea of what he would do next fascinated him. "AUGHEEE!", Valkyrie screamed as Alexander's hand disappeared inside her, filling her in a way unlike any of the men's cocks. She could feel it moving inside her, like something living. It was as if the head of a giant snake was forcing its way into her. She arched her head back, eyes fixed on the dim ceiling, and moaned softly as it moved within her. She felt the panic rising as the hand wormed its way into her, but she kept still. Fear and her new found submissiveness paralyzed her. She felt a wave of heat and light wash over her. Looking up, Val was blinded by the bright klieg light of the camera focused on her, permanently recording every detail of her cruel impalement with its unblinking lens. The humiliating thought that strangers- perhaps even her squadron mates and family - would see her as she was raped by a man's fist made her cry out in protest. "NO, pleasee...don't....PLEASEEE! Haven't you done enough to me?" Arkan positioned himself behind the still whorishly costumed Valkyrie, his again erect cock again pressing against her ruined sphincter. As the two men held her arms, Arkan positioned his cock at her open sphincter with one hand and slowly forced himself into her ass. With Alexander's hand inside her, Val's asschute had returned to its previous virginal tightness. Arkan had to force his way into her asschute. Valkyrie stiffened and arched her body in response to the internal pressure as his cock joined the hand inside her. Alexander could not see Val's face from his position on the floor. Instead, he focused on Val's hands. He watched as they slowly tightened into fists. First he saw Val's knuckles grow white in an agonized clinching; then blood appeared in Val's palm as she unknowingly gorged bits of flesh out of her palm with her nails. As Alexander followed the painful progress of Arkan's cock up Valkyrie's ass by watching her hands, Val was struggling against the dual invasion with all her remaining strength. Through the hand inside Valkyrie, Alexander could feel the muscles tensing as they vainly tried to keep Arkan's cock from penetrating further into her bowels. At the some time, Val's body was also struggling against the brutish bodyguard's manual invasion of her most private parts, flexing her stomach and womb muscles as she tried to repel the invading fist. But Valkyrie's exhausted muscles, weakened by her repeated rapes, could not do what her desperate mind willed. Slowly, Arkan's cock sank deeper and deeper inside her. Finally, Alexander could feel the other man's cock, separated from his hand by nothing more than a thin membrane of Val's flesh. More interestingly, Alexander could feel Valkyrie's heart as it pounded in terror. The bodyguard felt a sense of power over the woman he had impaled with his arm, a sense of literally having Val's life in his hand. He wanted to reach up and grab Val's heart and then rip it out of her through her cunt. But he contented himself with working his hand back and forth inside Valkyrie. A thrill of power ran through Alexander as Valkyrie's body responded to those hand movements. He felt a surge of power as if the big American woman was his puppet; that he could make Val's big, muscular body do whatever he wanted. It was an intoxicating feeling. A mob of men surrounded the trio, mesmerized by the sight of the large brutish man fisting the muscular blonde woman. Ignoring the exhausted Bobbie for the moment, they and their brandy bottles clustered in a silent semi circle around Valkyrie. Even Bobbie mustered the strength to raise her head- exhausted though she was- and stared in fascinated horror at what they were doing to Val. The men's initial stunned silence quickly gave way to a torrent of vulgar suggestions and lewd comments as they watched and swilled their local rot gut. As they howled out their obscene and anatomically impossible advice in their barbaric Slavic tongue, the American woman and the two Serbs continued their struggle, totally oblivious to their audience. "AHHEE! NO! PLEASE STOP...NO..TAKE IT OUT..PLEASEEE!" Valkyrie screamed out her plea against the twin assault. She could feel Arkan's cock inside her ass, moving slowly in and out. But mainly she felt the other man's hand filling her, moving inside of her in strange ways. The sensation that she had a living thing moving about inside her was overwhelming and very frightening. The hand slowly opened and pressed back against the membrane separating it from Arkan's cock, making Valkyrie moan as it moved inside her, searching for the cock. Then she could feel the man's hand pressing against the other man's cock through that single thin membrane. The two began to move in unison inside her. Alexander's pressed his hand against Arkan's cock, pushing against it with his hand as the cock moved up and down inside Valkyrie's asschute. Alexander took his other hand and grabbed the two nylon lines hanging from Valkyrie's nipples. When he had the lines in his hand, Alexander began pulling on them, tightening the thin lines around the throbbing, swollen, red hourglass shaped nipples, sending bolts of pure pain straight to the immobilized woman's brain as he stretched her abused breasts into cone shaped parodies of their normal selves. At the same time, Arkan had plastered himself against her back, hugging her to him with as he wrapped his arms around her chest. Below and deep inside her body, each of the twin invaders inched their way into her, forcing their way into her womb and intestines. The man's cock was buried to its root in her asshole, sodomizing Valkyrie as Alexander's fist moved along with it until his thumb was battering against Valkyrie's cervix. Valkyrie fought the four men surrounding her with all her remaining strength, but her efforts grew progressively weaker as her body, exhausted and ignoring the signals Valkyrie's mind sent it, began to surrender to her attackers, accepting the dual penetrations. Despite her best effort, her attempts at resistance had produced nothing more than a stimulating tightness for Arkan. Unable to fight them any longer, Valkyrie's body began to move in unison with the dual thrusts of Arkan's cock and Alexander's fist; defying her will and opening up to accommodate its invaders of its own volition. She felt so incredibly full; it was as if her womb would explode from the tremendous pressure of that fist pounding against her cervix. She knew that she could not endure that pounding much longer. Valkyrie felt as if she were on fire despite the torrents of sweat pouring off her. Pain and arousal sent mixed signal to her brain, fighting for dominance; but only succeeding in overloading Valkyrie's confused brain and driving her into what amounted to an out of body experience. She could see her own body clearly, impaled upon both Alexander's arm and Arkan's cock, jerking and quivering as each movement of the cock or the man's hand was magnified a hundred times and transmitted through her body to her overloaded brain. In her tortured imagination, she stopped seeing herself as the pilot controlling the machine and became the machine, the out of control airplane forced beyond its limits by outside forces. No ejection seat could save her now; this time she was going to be there for the crash! Tottering uncertainly on her high "fuck me" heels, supported only by the men holding her arms, and with her mind literally in a tailspin; Valkyrie had reached the limits of her endurance. "Oh...no ..pleasee.. ah...oh...Ahee..AHHEE..AHEEE!" Hearing Valkyrie's screams, Alexander pulled harder with the nylon line tied to Valkyrie's swollen nipples as he rammed the other hand deeper inside Valkyrie's bruised womb, sending both Val and Arkan into a spasm of pain/pleasure. The feeling of the spasms produced by his bodyguard's fist combined with the tightness of Valkyrie's ass drove Arkan over the edge. The man wrapped both his arms around Valkyrie, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them until the soft flesh poured around his fingers. Eventually he came, his raw cock shooting his third load of the evening into Valkyrie's bowels. It was only a dribble this time, his third climax in the last two hours. As he came, he screamed out his anger, cursing the woman he was sodomizing as he shot his load into her. Then he fell silent, so totally drained that he had could only support himself by clinging to Val. Valkyrie had also been driven beyond the limits tolerable to her mind and body. Driven by pain from the sodomy, the fisting, and Alexander's brutalization of her nipples, Valkyrie's entire body shook in a powerful spasm of release as her mind -overloaded by the sensations forced upon her- climaxed powerfully and then simply shut down. Her body went limp, leaving her hanging in the grip of the two men holding her arms as she slipped into unconsciousness. Beneath her, Alexander continued to pump his fist into Valkyrie's unresisting body, too caught up in his fascination with the sight- and the obscene wet sucking sounds- of the fist moving inside the muscular woman's womb to notice or care that Val was no longer responding. Ignoring the leering men crowding around them, he pumped his fist into Val again and again. He shifted his other hand from the lines running to Val's nipples to his own cock, seeking his own release now. In his erotically overloaded state, that release came quickly, producing a spurt of hot cum which landed on Valkyrie's leg. Then Alexander abruptly jerked his arm out of Val and shakily stood up. Sated, he watched without interest as the two men holding Valkyrie's arms carried the unconscious woman back to the pool table where more men awaited her. At the same time and a hundred miles away, the Commander of the American Army's Delta Force detachment dispassionately read through the message again. It was the order to attack the hotel used by Arkan as his Headquarters with the expectation that the two missing American female flyers were being held there. The timing was left up to him, but it was specified that the attack must take place before 0700 hours Washington time on Friday, less than 2 days away. That, he decided, was plenty of time; they would go in 28 hours, at 0200 hours local on the 21st. By 0208 hours , everybody in that hotel would be dead or in their custody. Of that he was certain. So far, Delta Force's attempts at rescuing captives or POW's had been dogged by bad luck. He was determined to do this one right. The extra hours for last minute preparations would help guarantee that success. It was the early morning hours of the next day- Thursday the 20th- long after the party had ended; as Arkan watched the small truck carrying the two women- bound, gagged, and locked inside a large crate marked airplane Parts-depart from the Hotel. He would , he knew, miss the two American whores. Especially Valkyrie. Never had a woman effected him so, bringing him off three times in the course of a few hours. Never had he taken such pleasure in breaking a woman as he had the big American blonde. But he comforted himself with the thought that there would be a new war and with it plenty of women to take their place. And he had his movies of the two women, the ones his cameraman had made. All in all, it was better to be rid of the Americans. As long as he had them, Arkan knew that he was in danger of an American rescue attempt. Now at least, he wouldn't have to worry about that any longer. Part 6 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. 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 counter parts 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. 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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