OPEN - Prisoner of War (POW)

[little_golden]

Private Jill Huntington was 19 years old and a fresh recruit. It had shocked her parents, neighbors and friends when she had enlisted in the army. It was just something she wanted to do. It was just going to be for a year or two to find herself and to get "some discipline in her life". She wanted some army training on weapons and a chance to live the adventure of a military life.

Jill was a beautiful young woman with long red hair that she kept tied under her green army helmet. The men in her unit greatly enjoyed watching her work as she was a beauty with a face and body to match. She was slim and curvaceous. Her ample D breasts were a source of great attention amongst the men in her unit and a source of envy for the fewer female enlistees in her unit. Her green eyes glowed in self determination as she accepted the barking orders and disciplined military life.

Six months later, at midnight, on a full moon night, Jill was cursing her choice of career paths. She had never expected a war to pop up and to be called upon for duty in a foreign country. The whole idea sucked completely. The men and women in her unit were brave and everything - but to Jill she had never really wanted to put her life on the line. But it was too late, and here she was spread out in a line, walking over a small hill to rendez-vous with several helicopters to haul them back to the main base.

The country they had been stationed to was a hell hole. It was hot and primitive. At night it was cold. She now hated most of the locals. It was hard to tell friend from foe. At night during most of the fire exchanges it was hard to know what the hell was going on. Everything was crazy.

"Let's go Private!" the sergeant yelled at Jill and she hurried along in the line.

The unit began to load into the first few helicopters. Once filled they ascended into the skies and flew off back to the main base. The area was supposed to be free of the insurgents. The terrorists were not supposed be anywhere within 50 miles of the lift off point.

Jill loaded into the last of the crowded helicopters. It seconds later when several eruptions of machine gun fire lite the night as the helicopter came under attack. The glass in the pilot's main windshield shattered as the bullets ripped through. Three or four soldiers fell from the helicopter and short bursts of gunfire from the ground greeted them as they fell the six or seven feet to the ground.

"Oh shit" Jill mumbled as she felt the helicopter start a slow spin. Return machine gun fire erupted from her fellow soldiers though they were firing blindly into the bushes and trees at near invisible targets.

A soft whistling sound came from nowhere.

"Fucking hand held missile" the sergeant barked as he pushed Jill from the spinning helicopter.

As Jill fell ten feet and hit the ground with a thump, she saw the helicopter blow up in a big flame as some sort of portable ground to air missile utterly ripped apart the helicopter.

"Oh shit!" Jill muttered as she picked up her automatic machine gun, and began to crawl towards cover.

In the distance, she could hear foreign voices. Then she heard pleading in English and then several bursts of gunfire followed by short soft moans.

Bastards are killing them Jill realized.




OCC Looking for someone to play one or more foreign soldiers/terrorists. It's your opportunity to have your own female POW with no limits on where it goes. I'm looking to avoid specifying any nationalities. You capture her, bring her to the POW camp, torture/interogate her, etc....

 

[satyr669]

OOC: General Juarez- Rebel General. He is a very large and imposing man. His strong, large build commands the attention and respect of everyone in the room even before they would realize his position.
He has been one of the leading rebel generals trying to take over his country and put in a new government. The current government however is allied with the US which is making it a much harder fight than previously expected.
IC
The General was the one who ordered the attack on a group of helicopters that his intel told him would be being moved tonight. He knew that this would cripple his enemy's movement throughout the area. He also knew that there would be a chance there may be some that either didnt leave the ground by the time his men got there or didnt sustain too much damage and may be able to be fixed and used by his side.
The only orders he gave his men before they left was not to let any helicopters get away once they arrived, salvage what equipment and weapons they could, and bring any prisoners they could capture to him for interigation immediately. He wanted to make sure he was the only one to interact with any POWs. Afterall he was becoming quite well known in the area for being able to extract the information that he wanted.

 

[Sean Renaud]

John Garcia stood just under six feet tall with a dark tan and short cut black hair. Weighing in at a little under two hundred pounds he had the slender build of a runner along. The only really defining mark he had was a burn on throat in the shape of dual lightning bolts side by side, or perhaps stylized S's.

Staff Sargeant (SSGT) Garcia watched from a distance as his men fired the rockets that brought down the helicoptors, then started the grisly work of finding the survivors. "Capture survivors?" He muttered angrily as he repeated the orders from the general, it was a waste of time, they already had all of the inteligence needed. That was why his men were slaughtering them despite the orders.

"I'd better make sure that one or two get brought back." He growled cocking his AK-47 and walking through the rubble of and burning scraps of down helicoptors. The people he was finding were already dead, or so close that there was no point in bothering with them.

Then he spoted the shapely redhead crawling for the bushes. His men had somehow overlooked her in their haste to chase down the rest of the fleeing soldiers but he wasn't going to make that same mistake. He ran up at full speed and fired a burst of rounds near the woman before placing the gun directly against the back of her skull. "On your fucking feet soldier."

 

[little_golden]

Jill knew that rebel soldiers were approaching. The machine fire had stopped and the cries of her fallen comrades were slowly dying out. There a wind of death in the air, and the smell of the burning gasoline reminded her of her situation. She needed to get to cover quickly. The helicopter was on fire in the distance and knew a second explosion was possible. She was crawling on her tummy with the machine in her outstretched hands just like they had taught her in basic training.

Mental she did an assessment of the inventory in her. There wasn't a whole lot - basically four clips for the machine gun, a knife, bug spray, matches, a canteen, a few rations, 2 grenades, and a half a chocolate bar. Her unit had been traveling fast and light.

As she reached the cover of the nearby forest, Jill tried to recall the intelligence from their morning briefings at the base camp. The lieutenant had mentioned a number of times the name of General Juarez. A problem with intelligence was that they had no picture of the rebel general and most of what they knew was limited to a few political statements and his links in trying to overthrow the elected government. His troops were well armed and supported by the Communists or so they were told. They seemed to spring up from nowhere and disappeared quickly after a firefight.

Jill figured the General and his men were responsible for the attack. It was a typical rebel tactic to hit the last helicopter before it got too high off the ground. Everything had happened so fast and the rebels had used the cover of the night and forest to their best advantage.

A loud explosion from the burning helicopter sent a flash of light into the air and new heat intensive flames burned the last of the fuel and melted large chunks of the helicopter.

Jill had been looking at the flaming helicopter and had forgotten to shield her eyes to preserve her night vision. From behind there was a burst of machine gun fire, the pressure of a muzzle to the back of her head and the accented bark of a man who threatened:

"On your fucking feet soldier!"

"Okay... Okay" Jill spoke softly as she struggled to control her panic. She left her own machine gun on the ground not wanting to risk being shot in the back of the head. Quickly she hurried to her feet as she lifted her hands in the air.

"Okay... okay" she repeated as she half expected to be shot in the back by the cowardly rebels.

Slowly she turned to face a tall, darkly tanned rebel sergeant (John Garcia) with short dark black hair. In the dark she couldn't yet see his features but sense he twice her weight.

Jill waited as she sensed the rebel inspecting her. She knew she would be searched and dreaded the next few moments....

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Search her." He ordered. There wasn't a second that the AK was lowered from its place at the base of her skull but a pair of soldiers walked up in front of her and kicked her legs apart. She probably would have fallen if their hands hadn't gripped her copping their first feel of her full tits and shapely rump. The soldiers were nothing if not thorougah stripping her of her blouse almost immediatly.

"She might be hiding something between those tits Sarge." That was the reason given for them pulling her shirt up over her tits and squeezing them popping them free of her bra.

"Or maybe in her cunt, you know how these disgusting bitches thing." With that her pants were yanked down to her ankles. Then both soldiers took a leg a peice and started yanking at her pants first yanking her feet out from under her then nearly turnning her upside down as they bounce her up and down till eventually her pants slipped over her boots dumped her on the ground.

 

[little_golden]

Jill wasn't prepared for what happened next. She had expected to be quickly frisked for weapons. She had expected to have her legs shackled and to have her hands tied before they marched off to God knows where.

The rebel sergeant hadn't wasted a second with his loud order:

"Search her!"

The muzzle of his weapon was held at all times in close proximity to her head.

A pair of rebel soldiers emerged and one of them boldly kicked at her feet as she stood there helplessly with her hands in the air in surrender. Instinctively she lowered her hands to catch herself from falling face first into the dirt. In that split second she considered grabbing for a grenade on her belt and blowing the four of them to Hell.

But she never got the full chance. She never fell to the ground as the strong arms of the two soldiers grabbed her roughly midair and easily stopping her fall. The next thing she realized while in this awkward position, they were taking unwelcome liberties as they groped at her big "D" breasts and then squeezing her ass.

In the dark night, and not yet having her eyes adjusted to it, she couldn't make out their faces.

She probably would have fallen if their hands hadn't gripped her copping their first feel of her full tits and shapely rump. The soldiers were nothing if not thorough stripping her of her blouse almost immediately.

"Creeps" Jill blurting out as she felt them touching her inappropriately. At first they didn't seem to be searching her at all.

One of the rebel soldiers spoke smugly as he told the sergeant:

"She might be hiding something between those tits Sarge."

In the second that followed, she felt the strong hands pulling off her army jacket and then wrestling off her green camouflage army issue t-shirt. It didn't come off easily by the man kept pulling with all his might until it partially ripped and came off at once. The motion of it slipping over her head, caused the braid in her long red hair to come undone, and then seconds later as the men dangled her off the ground her long red hair flowed out.

With her face partially hidden by her long red hair, Jill endured a further indignity as one rebel soldier roughly squeezed at her green bra and forced it to snap open. Her huge breasts bounced as they flowed out from the bra. The soldier then pushed it further as he gave each big breasts a squeeze as if he was testing the firmness of fruit.

The two rebel soldiers were grinning like cats.

"Fucking bastards! This is a violation of my rights!" Jill started to protest.

The second soldiers had a cold look on his face as he added:

"Or maybe in her cunt, you know how these disgusting bitches think."

"No!" Jill protested but her cry of protest was muffled by the sound of their equipment clanking as the two rebel soldiers yanked her pants down to her ankles as she tried to kick and squirm to stop them. It was a useless effort and she further tired herself. With a great tug they pulled the army issue combat pants
towards her black army boots. The pants were too tight to fight over the boots.

"This is outrageous!" Jill started to babble in shock at the deplorable treatment she was receiving. All that was left on her was her belt, canteen, and the sheathed knife. The grenades, rations, ammo clips and other odds and ends were located in the various pockets of her jacket and pants. Her military ID tags dangled between her breasts on an army ID necklace.

She was upside down, as the men again yanked at her pants to force them over her boots. They shook her several times causing her large breasts to bounce around like jello before they finally succeeded in getting the pants over her boots.

Noticing the web belt they were quick to take away the knife and then
they simply dropped her head first to the ground.

"I'll report you! I swear I will report you!" Jill threatened them. She was red faced with embarrassment as she tried her large breasts with her hands. Now she lay on the ground dress only in a green thong and a pair of black army boots.

Looking up, she saw the men grinning. One of them had a length of rope and she expected they would tie her up. The other had retrieved her machine gun, clothes, and other possessions.

The buzzing of an approaching helicopter gave Jill a moment of hope. She felt the rope slid over her neck and then she was half pushed and half dragged deeper into the forest where they would not be detected by the overhead helicopter.

"Where are we going?" Jill called out to the three men who had captured her.

"What about the other prisoners?" Jill asked. In her heart she sensed the others were dead but she needed to be certain.

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Fucking bastards! This is a violation of my rights!" Jill started to protest.

"Your rights? You think we give rights to stupid cunts that fight for the government?" John lauched as the soldiers continued to search the lovely redhead. He'd never even seen a woman with red hair before so that alone made her something special.


"Or maybe in her cunt, you know how these disgusting bitches think."

"No!" "This is outrageous!" "I'll report you! I swear I will report you!" Each protest she gave sent a pulse of pleasure to his hardening dock which by now was tenting his fatigues. One hand rearched down to slightly adjust himself into a more comfortable position as his men continued to degrade the female prisoner.

"Where are we going?" "What about the other prisoners?"

"Other prisoners? We don't take POW's not unless they are are exceedingly pretty." SSgt Garcia walked up behind her and cupped her breasts pulling her up against him as his men continued to make certain that she was quite helpless.

"She's has grenades." The first soldier said as he put all of her belongings, to include what remained of her clothing in one bag and started. the other was much less kind walking up behind her and kicking the backs of her knees and driving her down to her dirt.

"Well lets start with the basics. I wouldn't want this bitch to think that we aren't civilzed people who follow the Geneva Convention." Garcia walked around to face her. "Name rank and social security number pig!"

As soon as he finished speaking though the second soldier planted his boot directly between the woman's shoulders driving her face within inches of Garcia's boots. Twisting her arms painfully behind her bound her wrists to the opposite elbows giving her absolutly no room to move and nearly popping her shoulders out of their sockets.

"I asked you a question. The Geneva Convention requires you give your full name rank and social security!" He said before spitting onto her face.

"Private, go tell the General we have found a survivor. He'll come along when he is fully ready."

 

[little_golden]

Jill was stunned by the response of the rebel soldiers as they mockingly told her:

"Your rights? You think we give rights to stupid cunts that fight for the government?"

The words rang in her head as she better appreciated the mess she was in. She could see their smiles at the position she was in. She wondered if she would even make it to a POW camp or whether they'd just rape her and then shot her here.

When she asked about her comrades and where the rebels were taking here, she knew her friends were going to have a hell of time locating her and freeing her. It was very likely she'd be a captive until the end of the civil war. At the rate it was going, back and forth, it could be years before the mess was solved either by brute force or a negotiated peace.

The two lower ranking rebel soldiers mockingly replied:

"Other prisoners? We don't take POW's not unless they are are exceedingly pretty."

It was their evil eyes and demonic look that frightened Jill. She knew they were trying to scare her and intimidate her. So far, though humiliated they hadn't raped her or anything. She was trying to keep her wits. She wanted to scream and cry but knew from her training this was the wrong course of action.

I'll be tough... They can't really hurt me.... If they kill me they'd be war criminals... My friends... maybe they were killed or combat or trying to escape... Maybe I'll get a chance to try to escape too... I'll play along... Maybe....shit what a fucking mess! Jill thought secretly with a sullen look on her face.

"Hey! Enough of that!" Jill screamed out angrily as a man behind her cupped her large breasts and pulled her against him. For a split second she half expected a huge cock to come penetrating into her pussy from behind. It didn't and she felt relief. Turning her head she saw the face of the rebel sergeant. He seemed pleased with himself.

The rebel soldiers now sorted through her clothes and gear.

One of the lower ranking grunts declared:

"She's has grenades." He quickly claimed them for himself while he passed the knife to his buddy. These were likely trophies. The rest of her stuff he quickly stuffed into a bag.

Jill was stunned when the second of the grunts, unkindly walked up behind her and kicking the backs of her knees which forced her to collapse, and dropped her back onto the hard dirt.

"Oooowwww! Shit!" Jill screamed out as she hit the ground with a thump. Looking up at the rebels from an awkward position on her back, her breasts dangling free and dressed only in her boots and panties, she felt terror in her heart. She fought back the tears in her eyes.

The rebel sergeant barked out:

"Well lets start with the basics. I wouldn't want this bitch to think that we aren't civilized people who follow the Geneva Convention."

Jill hesitated and she half expected the three men to gang bang her right there.

Instead, the sergeant walked around to face her and yelled out:

"Name rank and social security number pig!"

Jill didn't speak for several seconds. She debated not telling them anything. She considered lying about her name. The more she pondered it, the more she realized it was probably better to tell the truth. She spoke out:

"Private Jill Huntington.... 345789001... Sir!"

Rather than a polite response back, no sooner as she finished speaking than she felt a kick between her shoulders driving her face within inches of Garcia's boots.

She was manhandled, and the soldiers roughly twisted her arms painfully behind her back and bound her wrists to the opposite elbows. It was painful and the ropes dug into her flesh.

The sergeant barked again:

"I asked you a question. The Geneva Convention requires you give your full name rank and social security!" Then he spat on her pretty face.

Jill called out louder:

"Private Jill Huntington.... 345789001... Sir!"

The sergeant seemed a little more satisfied with her louder and more respectful second reply. Looking to her left she watched the sergeant look to one of his grunts and then order:

"Private, go tell the General we have found a survivor. He'll come along when he is fully ready."


Jill waited silently....

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Private Jill Huntington.... 345789001... Sir!"

Private Jill? The Staff Sergeant pondered for a moment staring down at the lovely prisoner of war. At least in his own military it was hard to be out in the field and still be a private unless she'd been demoted somehow it just didn't sound right. Then again their military structure might be different he didn't have a clue how they handled promotions, really it was just a random thought that floated through his mind as he stared down at her.

Garcia made a quick motion and the man behind her removed the boot from her back. "Now repeat after me nine oh oh one my name is nine."

While he was speaking the soldier double checked the knots holding her place, after all to an extend their lives were dependent on the idea that she was held helpless and wasn't going to grab a grenade and blow them all to hell, the other was just for an excuse to get close enough to squeeze her ass and pull her panties to oneside to check if she shaved or not.

"If I want to live I will obey without question the orders of those appointed over me."

"Anything man or beast with a cock."

Once he was satisfied with that for the moment he paused and placed his boots on either side of her head. "I think they need a spit shine Nine."

 

[little_golden]

Jill watched nervously from the ground as the sergeant seemed to glare through her body as he took in her name, rank and ID number.

Slowly she felt the pressing of a foot being removed from the back of her head. It was completely unnecessary to do this she thought to herself but the rebels were being very cautious with her.

Three big men.... Jill thought silently.

The sergeant spoke aloud:

"Now repeat after me nine oh oh one my name is nine."

Jill wasn't sure if the sergeant was joking or not but she played along and replied softly:

"9-0-0-1... my name is 9"

"Ughhh" Jill grunted as one of the rebel soldiers double checked the knots holding her place. It was so tight she couldn't her arms or wrists at all. She was worried that she'd loose blood circulation.

She was about to object but sensed the men would only laugh or worse they might even make them tighter.

Jill didn't struggle. But to her surprise, the soldier checking the knots surprised her
as he not just took the opportunity to squeeze her rear end but he also made a point of pulling her panties to onside to check if she shaved or not.

"She shaves her cunt!" the soldier announced with a soft appreciative whistle.

"Fuck off!" Jill called out as she suddenly jerked hard at her ropes in anger and rage. She didn't budge the ropes but her sudden burst of energy sure surprised the two rebel soldiers.

"Maybe we should gag the bitch?" one of the soldiers asked the sergeant.

While the other soldier talked to the sergeant, the man who had checked her knots whispered into Jill's ear:

"Don't worry bitch... You're going to get exactly what you deserve.... I think you're going to be popular with the rest of our camp.... You know you look good on your back...."

"Bastard!" hissed Jill.

The sergeant turned back to Jill and told her very directly to repeat:

"If I want to live.... I will obey without question the orders of those appointed over me."

"What .... I will obey the orders of those appointed over me...." Jill whispered as she sensed the soldier behind her now pointing the muzzle of his AK-47 to the back of her head.

The sergeant pushed her further:

"Anything man or beast with a cock."

Jill didn't speak. There was perfect silence for a moment. The click of the safety of the machine gun behind her convinced Jill to call out in turn:

"Anything... man or beast with a cock".

The men laughed and laughed.

To mock her further the Sergeant put his boot beside her face and announced:

"I think they need a spit shine Nine... . I think you're going to be my boot girl too"

Jill didn't speak. The two rebel soldiers pulled her up from the ground by her long red head.

"A pretty one" one of the men announced as he gave her a shove forward.

"March bitch!" the other one added as they now headed through the forest to an unknown destination.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Garcia moved slightly behind the beauty for a moment letting his eyes start at her ankles and slowly move up the backs of her legs. He was certainly not going to take her all the way back to the base immediatly though, that wouldn't be any fun at all.

Instead once they were a fair way into the forest, well away from where the General was likely to randomly stumble upon the party he stopped and gripped her by the hair yanking her head back. "This looks like a good place to put you to good use Jill."

Garcia pushed her down into the grass and started stripping. "Hold her, don't let her get away." The men moved on either side of her, one holding her by the hair, the other gripping her arm and pushing her down into ground, face down, ass up exactly how the SSgt like his girls and of course.

A moment passed and then she felt him move behind her his cock resting against the crack of her ass. "Now bark for me nine, like the bitch you are." He wrapped his belt around her throat as a makeshift leash and collar for her. "Louder." John spit on her the crack of her ass, them rubbed the saliva into her brown sphincter then repeated it once more before ramming his eight inch cock directly into her ass in a single gut stirring stroke. "God's she's fucking tight, you have to try this Corporal!"

The man nodded in agreement as but he had other plans for Nine, namely putting her tongue to work he wouldn't be allowe to get head, SSgt Garcia would be the first in all of her holes but that didn't mean he couldn't humilate her some. "Lick my boots Nine, I want to see my fucking reflection in the leather."

 

[little_golden]

Jill was grateful that it was a warm summer night. Dressed only in her green army panties, and her army boots she was being pushed and marched through the forest to some unknown and likely secret base. Mentally, she was trying to figure out the direction they were heading but it was harder to do at night and at times she found herself looking to the stars or the moon for placement.

They had been about forty-minutes at a quickly pace, through some heavy forest, a few clearings and long a stream. There was the annoying sound of mosquitoes and bites to her exposed shoulders, back, legs and arms. She wished for her bug spray but didn't dare ask for it. The men didn't seem to notice them as much. No doubt they had sprayed their uniforms like she had done before the mission.

They are thinking of me as a woman.... not a soldier.... They are pigs...... How do I get through to them... How do I escape..... I've got to keep looking around for markings Jill thought as she marched on. There was always at least guard cutting the trail and the second one with his machine pointed at her. The sergeant seemed aloof and further back though at times he came closer and drifted away.

In a forested area, not far from a second creek or stream, in a hidden spot, she felt a hard yank to her long red hair causing her to stop mid-step and be jerked backwards. The sergeant spoke sharply:

"This looks like a good place to put you to good use Jill."

Jill assumed this meant that they'd now untie and make her carry things. She was far enough in the bush that she wouldn't know which to go and even if she did escape they'd track her easily enough. Unarmed and near naked she couldn't be much of a threat to anyone - save some local house wife.

"Ugghhhh!" Jill blurted out as the Sergeant pushed her down into the grass under a pair of tall trees. She was face first onto the ground and without the use of her hands, she was challenged to get up or move around. She was hoping for a mouthful of water.

Turning her head sideways, she was surprised to see the sergeant starting to strip down. Though it was a warm night, she really didn't see a great need for him to be changing into something much lighter than what he was wearing.

Maybe... I can crawl away Jill thought as she turned her head from right to left trying to figure out the position of the three rebels.

Jill felt a shiver through her body when the arrogantly order his men:

"Hold her, don't let her get away."

"Shit" Jill mumbled as the two rebel soldiers moved on either side of her. One soldier then grabbed her roughly by her long red hair, while the second one gripping her arm from behind her back, pushing her face down into ground.

"Uhhhh" Jill grunted at this rough treatment.

"Bastards" she hissed at the pair of soldiers. In her mind they had been needlessly rough and aggressive with her. One of the men grabbed at her ass and forced her ass into the air. Roughly he pulled her panties over her hips and down her legs. Rather than pulling them over her boots he gave a hard tug and they ripped apart.

Dirty pigs... they're checking out my ass and pussy Jill realized as the two men snickered and then grinned at her with a thumbs up. It was a further humiliation.

The night grew quiet for a moment. Jill listened but there seemed to be an unnatural silence. The slight crunching sound of a stick behind her warned her of the approach of the sergeant.

Jill sucked a big mouthful of air as she felt the Sergeant's warm chest against her back. Then she remained motionless as she felt the tip of his hard prick resting against the crack of sweet derrière.

Oh my God... Oh my God she thought as she knew something bad was going to happen.

The sergeant screamed at her as he ordered:

"Now bark for me Nine, like the bitch you are!"

Momentarily speechless by his crude attack, she was further stunned as he wrapped his belt around her throat as a makeshift leash and collar for her.

"Ruff... Ruff" Jill mumbled almost incomprehensibly.

The sergeant smirked but yelled out:

"Louder."

"RUFF! RUFF! Sir!" Jill yelled out at the top of her lungs.

Yuk! Jill thought as she heard and felt the sergeant spitting on the crack of her sweet shapely 19 year old rear end. Then she felt him rubbing the saliva around her asshole. She knew he was preparing her for an ass fucking. It wouldn't be the first time she had taken it up the ass - but it would be the first time that she wasn't drunk and consenting.

"UUUUUUUUUggggg!" Jill screamed as the sergeant rammed his big erect cock into Jill's asshole as deep as he could. Jill tried not to move and tried to relax her muscles to avoid injury. The saliva did act as a lubricant of sorts but right now she was wishing he'd used a bottle of lubricant or even Vaseline.

The sergeant seemed pleased with his ass raping as his called out triumphantly:

"God's she's fucking tight, you have to try this Corporal!"

He rammed his big cock back and forth several times. Jill was helpless and couldn't stopped him but she kept her mouth locked so that neither a moan nor a cry would escape her sweet lips.


The guard holding her head released his hold in her beautiful red hair and yelled at her:

"Lick my boots Nine, I want to see my fucking reflection in the leather."

His boot was dirty from the march. The sergeant behind her was now picking up the pace of his plunging into her ass. She had to concentrate hard to keep from moaning or squealing. She wanted to close her eyes and to think. She wanted to remove her mind from the situation and float away to a quiet place of peace and tranquility but with the other man talking her efforts were in vain.

"Come on Nine... My boots bitch!" the man called out again as he stuck his boot into her face.

Slowly Jill (Nine) began to lick the outside of his boots. It tasted like soft dirt, stale water and old black shoe polish.

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Ruff... Ruff" "RUFF! RUFF! Sir!"

"That's a good bitch." Garcia growled as be pushed deeper and deeper into her bowels with each thrust. The hand around the belt was used like a a leash yanking her back towards him forcing his cock even farther into her body thaat deliciously tight asshole of his prisoner. This wasn't the gentle motions of a lover or even the rough pounding of passionate sex. He wanted to hurt her and it was obvious as each time he pulled himself back till only the tip remained her in ass then plunged completely into her anus each time. At the same time he'd yank the belt cutting off her air for a few seconds before letting her catch her breath again.

Corporal seem to be happy with the job she was doing on his boots, so pleased infact that every so often he'd reach down and smack her across the face. "More you stupid cunt, I can't see myself yet." Then he backhand her and grip her by the hair pushing her face down against his boot again constantly fighting against her leash to get her farther down.

"I don't don't hear you barking bitch!" SSgt shouted as pushed his cock into her completely then slapped her ass. Then he slowly pulled his cock out of her shitter and stepped aside.

"Corporal come get some of thise before I've completely ruined it." The leash changed hands at that point and the Cpl lay down on his back as the other two lifted her up and set her down on his cock. Each man had her by the legs so she had no control over how fast th corporal slipped into her sphincter. Instead her weight drove her down onto the man's cock driving deeper until she was settled down completely on his cock. "Fuck him, fuck him like your life depends on it you nasty bitch because it does."

Garcia wasn't done with her yet anyway, he'd just wanted to get himself into a new hole. He wasn't going to be gentle or polite about it either, instead he shoved his thumbs into the bitch's jaws and prided them open before pushing his cock into her mouth inching into throat slowly.

Gods this bitch is perfect. Garcia thought to himself as he watched her take his soiled cock into her mouth. This might have been nearly over but she wasn't even back at the base yet, and they hadn't tortured her for information yet. It brought a smile to his face to think about it.

 

[little_golden]

Jill thought the unthinkable and for a moment wished she was dead. She thought it was better to be a dead brave soldier than to be used and humiliated in this fashion. It was a painful thought thinking that somehow someone might she was at fault for this situation and that she had somehow embarrassed the name of her fighting unit.

The words of the sergeant rang in her head "That's a good bitch", as she licked the boots now jammed into her head. Looking up she could see the second soldier and the muzzle only inches from her head.

They want to hurt... They want to punish me.... They are hurting from the war.... Maybe they've lost loved ones... Maybe they are just war crazy.... They'll probably kill me anyways.... Jill thought as she felt the sergeant growling in pleasure as he pounded away with his big dick in her tight ass.

Several times she saw stars swimming over her head as he yanked on the leash and effectively momentarily chocked off her air supply. It was crude but effective. She was helpless. Several times she chocked and gasped for air. At one point she thought she was going to faint.

Maybe he'll strangle me here Jill worried. Memories of her parents and live at home flashed through her head. Right now she wished she were at home. If she wasn't at home she wished that she had died valiantly on the crashed helicopter. Right now she didn't feel like a hero or a liberator. At this second she hated all the people of this country, whom she didn't know, but whom she believed she was here to help restore democracy, freedom and a real system of justice.

Jill endured several slaps to her face by the man who's boots she had been licking with her soft red tongue. He was angry at her job and she could barely manage much given the ass fucking, the chocking, and being tied the way she was. She didn't realize he was happy at all since he then smack her again and told her:

"More you stupid cunt, I can't see myself yet."

"Ouhhhh!" Jill screamed as the rebel soldier backhand her across the face and then griped her long red hair and pushed her face down against his semi-clean boot. There was a tug on her throat in the opposite direction from the leash and she started to black out.

Her brain was foggy but she could hear the sergeant shouting as he as pushed his cock into her completely in then slapped her ass.

"I don't don't hear you barking bitch!" the sergeant yelled out. Jill didn't respond as she was slipping into unconsciousness. Though her air supply was returning so she wouldn't die, her body was shutting down to protect her brain from the lack of oxygen.

Jill didn't even notice that the sergeant had slowly pulled out his cock from her ass to take a break. She didn't know whether he had satisfied himself or not. She was in dreamland - though her mind was blank - but at peace.

The two rebel soldiers were grinning as the sergeant stepped aside and encouragingly shouted:

"Corporal come get some of this before I've completely ruined it."

Jill body was limp as the leash changed hands. After the corporal lay down on his back on the dirty ground, the other soldier and the sergeant lifted her up and set her down on the corporal hard cock.

He was a bigger man than the sergeant and his cock was huge. The sergeant and the soldier held Jill's legs effectively rendering Jill unable to control the corporal's thrusts into her asshole.

As the men lifted her up and down, Jill snapped from her unconsciousness as she felt her asshole stretching to accommodate her new rapist.

"Ouccccchhhhh!" she squealed like a stuck pig on a spit. Her own weight and the force of the two men pushing down on her shoulders drove the corporal's cock even deeper than the path cleared by the sergeant. Likely the men knew, that she would forever remember this experience, and that her as would be sore for a long time.

"After me bitch... Your ass will be like a highway and able to take a lot of traffic" the corporal snickered as he roughly grabbed at her large breasts to use them as handles in controlling the pace of this ass fucking.

The position was awkward to Jill and the two men over her were now quickening her pace as she rocketed over the corporal's cock and now with each deep thrust she softly squealed and grimaced.

The sergeant seemed to be enjoying the ordeal she was undergoing. As the pace quickened he called out:

"Fuck him, fuck him like your life depends on it you nasty bitch because it does."

The little extra encouragement caused her to tighten her muscles on his big cock to the unexpected physical delight of the corporal. At that second, to his own surprise, the corporal unleashed a thick stream of white cum into her asshole. Effectively, allowing him to quicken the pace, and thereby gift her with a second and then a third smaller squirt of cum as he satisfied himself.

No sooner was the corporal grunting than she felt the sergeant fingers probing her mouth. She was tempted to bite him but didn't. She wasn't sure what he was doing.

"Uuuuhhh" was all that Jill could mumble as the sergeant jerked his mostly erect shit smelling dirty cock into her mouth. She gagged and wanted to throw up but the sergeant held her head and prevented her. As she relaxed her jaw muscles he pushed his cock in further and further until the tip was at the back of her throat.

She looked up at the sergeant to see if he was really going to do this to her.

The corporal decided on a new strategy and now squirmed under her to get his mouth on her right nipple. While he worked the left nipple with his rough dirty fingers, he roughly sucked on her right nipple. It was painful but strangely erotic too.

 

[Sean Renaud]

SSgt Garcia was absolutely serious about puting his shit-stained cock into her throat. Streching her mouth open with his thumbs like fishhooks he jammed his cock into her throat feeling her body wretch was like heaven for the depraved soldier. Everytime her body heaved his body responded to jerking towards her or a slight gasp into the air.

"Fuck, I came!" Corporal shouted as he continued to abuse her booty with his quickly softening cock. For the moment he decided to enjoy her full tits, none of the local women had tits worth a damn so it was a real treat to have those giant D-Cups between his teeth. He continued to nip and suck on them but what was really turning him on was the view.

He was perfectly positioned to watch as his superiors cock pushed in and out of the whore's throat. He could see her throat stretching open and more than that he could see the spittle frothing out of her mouth and down her throat. Her face was nearly covered in her own spittle she continued to gag and wretch from the brutal face fucking she was getting.

"You what?" The third soldier groaned as he looked on. Cum was starting to ooze out of her red abused asshole by that point. "I'll go check out ahead. No pore point in my being here." Without waiting for permission the third walked out ahead leaving just the SSgt and Cpl with the POW.

A few more thrusts though and Garcia was really turning up the violence. One hand had moved to her throat squeezing slightly. "I want you to suffer for everything you bastards have done to us." That hand moved to the back of her her head pushing her down until her stomach was crushed against his belly, then to make it worse he pinched her nose shut and thrust. He was already pulsing when he started but it was her struggles for life that really put him over the top eventually yanking his cock free and splattering her face with a load of his cum. Adding insult to injury he spit in her face before pulling his pants back on.

"Hurry up soldier."

"Don't worry I only want to get cleaned up before we get out of here Sarge." Corporal pushed Nine off his cock and face down into the dirt. He gripped her by the back of the neck rubbing her face in it before pulling her back up. "Clean me bitch. I want you to lick it clean and tell me what your tasting and how much you like it."

 

[little_golden]

The feeling of great danger continuously went through Private Jill Huntington's head. There was a sick feeling in her stomach. She wondered if they'd kill her before they ever got near the interrogation facility and wherever they planned on holding her as a POW. This was the nightmare of any female soldier. This was the nightmare of any woman.

The bastard sergeant rammed his dirty cock into her mouth after jerking open her jaw with his filthy fingers. He seemed to be enjoying both the sensation of her hot mouth on his prick and his sense of power over her. She worried he would spill his load in her mouth. The dirty prick and the pressure at the back of her throat caused her to gag but the sergeant held her head tight. Helpless, she let him start the thrusting in her mouth and tongued his dirty prick hoping to get it over so she could puke and breath normally.

Jill wasn't sure if the corporal was happy or angry as he shouted out:

"Fuck, I came!"

She of course knew instantly as his big rod slammed back and forth more easily. After another dozen or so strokes she knew it was softening and he was spent. from his fingering and toying with her big breasts she guessed he was hoping to work it back to life again. With the extra pressure on her nipples, it was hard to focus on her mental distraction.

Jill's face was focused on the sergeant and the blow job he was getting. She was now sucking his cock and he was making his own funny sounds. She didn't know how long he would last, but the pace was quickening and she was working it hard. There was spit dribbling from her mouth and onto her chin.

The third soldier seemed a little angry to be missing his turn. Perhaps a little slow in the head you called back to the corporal on the ground who was slowing down with his semi-erect cock. The third rebel soldier asked:

"You what?"

Jill couldn't see what he pointed to by the third rebel soldiers removed the muzzle of his machine gun from the back of her head. He called down to his buddy:

"I'll go check out ahead. No pore point in my being here."

Jill felt a sense of relief as the frustrated third rebel soldier moved in front of her and then ahead of the party. Naked, except for her army boots, tied and bound, she was being raped by two rebels, yet, she had the hope of escape. The odds just increased as the rebel soldier moved off.

"Uuuuuuuggggghhhh!" Jill grunted as the sergeant was in his final strokes and instead of being happy and relieved, he instead was now softly squeezing Jill's throat as if making a point.

The sergeant was telling her:

"I want you to suffer for everything you bastards have done to us."

Jill couldn't reply even if she wanted to. She wanted to tell him he was welcome for the food relief, the roads, the schools, and the millions in subsidies to the local government. But she knew he didn't care and probably saw it as interference in their local civil war.

Unexpectedly, his hand moved from the back of her her head, now now pushed her down until her stomach was crushed against his belly.

Jill panicked when he shut momentarily stopping her flow of air until she started to suck air, as best she could, while she sucked him off. Just as she expected his load of cum in her mouth, he yanked his big cock free and instead splattered her face with a load of his cum.

It was humiliating. Tied as she was she couldn't stop him and she couldn't even wipe it from her face afterwards.

"Bastard!" she whispered.

As she looked up, the prick of a sergeant spat in her face and then began to pull his army pants back on. Jill didn't speak. She was in shock and disbelief over her ordeal.

The sergeant spoke gruffly to the corporal:

"Hurry up soldier!"

The corporal replied:

"Don't worry I only want to get cleaned up before we get out of here Sarge."

Jill felt the corporal push her of his semi limp cock and knocked her face to the dirt.

"Uhhhh" Jill grunted in anger as he then gripped her by the back of the neck and rubbed her pretty in the dirt, wiping off a good portion of the cum, but now adding muddy streaks across her face,

Jill felt her hair being pulled as she was brought head first back to a kneeling position and the corporal was dangling his semi-limp prick in her face and ordering:

"Clean me bitch! I want you to lick it clean and tell me what your tasting and how much you like it!"

"You're a sick bastard!" Jill retorted momentarily forgetting that she make her own bad situation worse.

For a second she debated whether or not to comply. She now expected a bullet to the back of the head anytime. If she was ever to get free they rebels would know she'd report them. Though she didn't yet know their names, she'd never forget their faces. The guys in her unit, would definitely want to avenge her honor too.

Instead, Jill decided to live a little longer. She moved her soft sore mouth onto the soft prick and tongued it and then licked it a dozen or so times. To her disappointment it was spring back to life. In half a minute his dirty stinking prick was clean. This time she hadn't even had the urge to puck - though his cock was dirty, stank and tasted like shit.

The sergeant seemed impatient and Jill took her hot steamy mouth of his now hard cock.

In the distance, there was a noise, and then a whistling sound of a bird. The corporal instantly knew it was a warning from the other solider that someone was approaching. The corporal dragged her off her knees and onto her feet. Jill could see in the distance an older women approaching. The woman was likely in her fifties and dress in black from head to toe. It looked like she was carrying a basket with roots or berries in it.

"What are you doing her? I hope you are not stealing my berries... They are all I have now" the older woman with short dark hair called out. As she approached, Jill grew more nervous.....

The third rebel soldier had lowered the muzzle of his machine gun. He spoke kindly to the old woman:

"No... no... the occupers were here.... we shot down a helicopter..... we made them run today" he assured the old woman.

"We took a prisoner.... She was the only one left alive when we searched the area.... I think she was their unit whore...." he added with a grin.

"We...." the soldier started to speak....