Serious stuff
The lieutenant looked Angie over. The bitch looked pretty sorry
for herself and he knew that after having a gun in her cunt and
being forced to eat her own shit she would be broken. She would
be completely submissive and compliant. He ass was a problem
though. Obviously she had not had anal sex before and her ring
was too tight for a normal sized cock let alone that ridiculous
thing that the soldier lying on the floor was continuing to
display. It would take a long time to get that in her ass and be
very bloody, better to start with something smaller and work her
up to it. The rate he was going he would not reach the target
number of men before 1pm. Apart from his personal pride, the men
would not be happy with him, nor would the Commandant, if he
missed the target. Ah well, he would just have to sacrifice
finesse for speed, or rather volume.
He snapped orders to his men, who made Angie get on all fours on
a low H shaped padded stand with her hands and knees on the four
vertical strokes of the H and her ass on the edge of one side of
the bar of the H and her head on the other. They opened her
knees wide and strapped them in place. This brought her ass to
the height of an average man's cock, there were some blocks of
wood for short men and tall men would just have to bend at the
knees.
Next they put a padded bench on the stand across the bar of the
H, so it supported Angie's torso. The lieutenant knew that Angie
would not be able to support herself for 4 and half hours,
especially as she would be working hard for all of that time.
The bench had two holes in it through which Angie's tits dangled,
this would be more comfortable for her and allow the men to play
with her tits.
They tied Angie's wrists down to the legs of the stand so that
she could not use her hands to interfere with the proceedings and
then tied one end of some nylon cord into Angie's hair and pulled
her head up before securing the other end to the bench, this left
her mouth free to open while not allowing her to let her head
drop down to avoid cocks. They put blocks of wood for men to
stand on to bring their cocks up to the right height for her
mouth.
The lieutenant carefully inspected Angie before placing cameras
in strategic positions, one on the floor directed up at her cunt,
two on her ass from either side, one on her tits under the bench
and two on her face to show her expression and close ups of her
mouth.
Satisfied he started his stop watch and gave the order to start.
The man with the huge cock slid under Angie using a low mechanics
trolley to roll under the bench and position his cock under her
cunt. He had to hold his cock down to get it under the bench and
lift his ass up a bit with cushions. He immediately started to
ram his cock into the poor girl's cunt; he could reach Angie's
dangling tits with his hand so he started pulling on these at the
same time. Before he was conscripted into the army he was a
farmer and he thought that her tits were like the udders on a cow
and started to milk her.
At the same time the man with the short hairy cock stood in front
of Angie's face and started to push his cock against her lips
until she meekly opened her mouth for him.
The lieutenant and the man with the long narrow cock,
concentrated on her ass. While the other men were humping away
at her the lieutenant greased his baton with Gel and started to
insert it into her anal ring, with some effort he got it in and
started to jiggle it about opening her up as much as possible.
The man's narrow cock was not much bigger and soon he too was
thrusting it in and out of her.
Angie had been so shocked and revolted at having to eat her own
excrement do that she let them strap her in place without
thinking about what they were doing. After they pulled her hair
back and used it to tie her head in place she couldn't see much
of what they were doing, but she knew that a naked man was being
rolled under her and between her legs. Even so, it was
unexpected when she felt the head of a large penis pressing up
against her vagina and suddenly thrusting into her. After being
stretched by the bottle, due to its flexibility the cock went in
fairly easily despite its size although it was still very
painful. At the same time she felt hands pulling and mauling her
breasts.
She stopped thinking about the pain when the man with the short
hairy cock started to wave it in her face and pushed it up
against her lips. Automatically she opened her mouth to accept
it. It tasted salty with sweat but she licked it and sucked it
hoping to get it over quickly. Then there was a sudden pain in
her ass as something hard was rammed into it, this was followed
by more pain as something bigger but softer was put into her and
stated to move about.
Angie realized that for the first time in her life she was being
fucked simultaneously by three cocks. She could hardly move.
Apart from being tied up she was pinned into position by cocks,
which were moving in and out of her. Then suddenly the cock in
her mouth squirted hot semen into the back of the throat. She
tried to swallow it all but it seemed to go on endlessly
squirting into her and some was collecting in her throat. She
desperately needed to cough and fortunately the man withdrew his
already limp cock so she managed a cough up some cum before
another large penis was thrust into her open mouth.
At the same time she realized that the man in her ass had cum as
well and was withdrawing, it was a strange feeling for her like
having a shit but it was a relief to have the thing out of her.
Her relief was short lived as almost immediately she felt
something larger penetrating her anus. This was very painful, so
much so that she was hardly aware of the huge cock in her cunt
climaxing and injecting wave after wave of hot cum into her.
Angie had a vague thought of getting pregnant or catching some
disease, but it hardly seemed to matter as she would probably die
of fucking in any case.
She felt another penis entering her vagina and the cock in her
ass withdrawing to be replaced by another. Her main problem was
the man fucking her mouth was trying to push his cock down her
throat. As he got it further down she felt she could not breathe
and began to panic. Then suddenly he came in her throat and she
could feel hot liquid squirting down to her lungs, she couldn't
breathe, she was drowning in cum. Her whole body began to
shudder and jerk as she tried to cough. The men fucking her cunt
and ass appreciated this thinking she was enjoying their efforts
and started to fuck her harder. The audience loved her actions
and cheered her on, thinking what an incredible appetite sex
American girls had. Angie knew that she was about to die from
asphyxiation.
Then the cock in her throat pulled out and she went into a
paroxysm of coughing and spluttering, desperately trying to get
the sperm out of her lungs.
The lieutenant saw that Angie was going blue in the face and
quickly undid the cord holding her head in place, allowing her to
drop her head and cough up the cum.
The two men still fucking her came simultaneously with great
grunts and sighs, and were being replaced by two more cocks as
Angie managed to get oxygen into her lungs and began to recover
from her panic attack.
After that the lieutenant instructed those men using Angie's
mouth not to 'deep throat' her and to give her time to swallow or
cough up cum, he didn't want the bitch dying already.
Angie soon lost count of the number of cocks that had penetrated
her, as soon as one had finished another would start. Her ass
was excruciatingly painful but didn't seem to be getting any
worse, it seemed to be very well lubricated probably by all the
cum being injected into it. She could feel cum dribbling down
her legs from her asshole and each time a new cock went in there
was a loud squelching sound and she could feel cum being sprayed
out from her hole. She was worried that some of the lubricant
might be blood but there was no way she could tell.
Her vagina also hurt but after the first few cocks each new one
seemed to slip into her easily her passage was so thickly coated
with cum. A steady stream of cum was running from her opening
down the inside of her legs to the floor.
Angie's breasts were bruised from many hands pulling on them as
squeezing them. Her nipples were worst as men rolled, pulled,
licked, sucked and bit on them all the time. She was sure that
they were bleeding.
Angie hardly noticed the cocks going in and out of her holes as
she was struggling to stay alive from the fucking of her mouth.
The roof of her mouth felt as though it was on fire from the
cocks being thrust against it, her tongue felt swollen and thick,
she could no longer move it out of the way of the penises
hammering into her mouth. There was no way she could suck on a
cock as her swollen and bleeding lips were numb and she had no
control over them. As she could not satisfy her 'lovers' by
sucking on their cocks, men were just using her mouth like a
cunt, holding her head with both hands and thrusting themselves
into her. Angie's mouth was much too short for the full length
of a man's penis so they ended up ramming their cocks against the
tissues at the back of her throat. This was the most painful
part of her body, it felt as though it was being ripped to shreds
and the swelling was making it difficult to breathe.
Worst of all was the endless stream of cum being pumped into her
mouth. Several times between cocks she had vomited up cum from
her stomach this made her feel worse and now she desperately
tried to avoid swallowing cum, spitting it out when she could.
Most of the time with a cock in her mouth she could not spit and
so ended up swallowing the stuff or trying to cough it up between
cocks.
A steady stream of cum was running out of the sides of her mouth,
down her chin and neck to her breasts where most of the time it
was spread into a slimy slippery coating by the hands feeling her
tits. In between hands she could feel it dripping off her
nipples.
To her relief, at the admonition of the lieutenant, some of the
men were pulling out of her mouth when they climaxed and spraying
cum on her face or hair. Angie had never had a man do this to
her before, and if her husband had done that to her it would have
disgusted her and she would have refused to have sex with him for
months, but now she greeted it with joy as it meant that the cum
would not add to the load in her mouth. There was thick strands
of cum all over her face and hair, she had difficulty in keeping
her eyes open as they were stuck up with cum, some ran down to
her nostrils so she had to keep snorting the keep her airways
clear.
Even so, anything was better than cum in her mouth. Angie knew
now how she would die, she would drown in cum.
After several hours and a hundred or so cocks, Angie knew that
her premonition would come true, she could no longer stay awake
or conscious, she kept drifting off into a dream about being on a
bus, only to be wakened into the horror of panic as she stopped
breathing and coughed and choked, desperately fighting to get air
into her lungs. Her throat was so swollen that she could hardly
get air through even without the cum. She was getting weaker and
it was taking her longer to clear her airways. She knew that she
was dying but it hardly mattered, death would be better than
prolonging this agony. The men fucking her took no notice of her
condition and just kept using her as a masturbation doll.
She was just about to get off the bus when she realized that
there was something wrong. It had gone very quiet and there was
something missing. She felt quite empty as though some vital
organ had been removed though a surgical procedure. The pain was
terrible the anesthetic must be wearing off. There was somebody
or something standing in front of her, she tried to look at it
but went into a coughing spasm, she tried to open her eyes but
couldn't. She must be blind as well, what terrible road accident
had she been in. Angie was very confused.
When the Commandant came on to the stage the men stopped shouting
and the auditorium became deathly silent. It was 1am and they
knew that he had come to question the whore. Those who had used
her felt contented, those who had not were anxious in case he
should stop the show.
The Commandant looked at the thing in the centre of the stage
with an expression of absolute disgust on his face. He knew his
men were crude, uneducated pigs but how they could go on fucking
this thing he could not understand. They were no longer having
sex with a woman but gratifying themselves in a mess of ejaculate
left by the men before them.
What had been an attractive woman was tied down on her hands and
knees like a cow in a milking stall. He could see the cheeks of
her bare ass pushed obscenely up to make it available for anal
sex. The skin was no longer the smooth pale gold of an Asian ass
but covered in blue black bruises from many thrusting hips, white
cum was smeared all over them. The delicate puckered pink flower
of Angie's anus was now a gaping open raw and bloody hole big
enough to take the beer bottle they had started with on her cunt.
Out of it were running lumps and long strands of creamy white
cum stained red with blood.
Another stream of cum was issuing continuously from the thing's
vagina which was now a long gaping slit, the lips seemed to have
been pulled out in some way so they now hung raggedly each side
of the hole.
There were great puddles of cum all over the floor and it was
spread all around through the footmarks of men who had been
standing in it while they queued up waiting for their turn at the
whore.
He walked around to stand at the other end of the thing, the end
which used to be a pretty made up face and long black hair. His
stomach turned and he almost retched at the sight. His face
contorted and he looked away. "How many men so far?" he murmured
to the lieutenant. "233" was the proud response.
There was even more cum spread around the floor at this end, the
Commandant wondered why this should be as surely the other end
had twice as many men. He could see that much of it had been
vomited up as there were traces of food. Not food some stinking
brown stuff. Then he remembered she had been forced to eat her
own shit, it was a mixture of shit and cum on the floor. He took
a step backward.
He couldn't see the thing's face through the mess of white cum
covering it and dripping down in long strands from its chin and
breasts. The cum was stained with brown shit and streaks of
blood as it drooled out of the sides of its mouth. The creature
had become aware of him and started coughing up lumps of foul
slime. It was trying to look at him but its eyes were gummed up
with cum.
"Clean its face." He ordered the lieutenant.
When the water hit her face Angie felt quite indignant, what were
they doing to her now, what sort of a hospital was this!
Somebody was wiping her eyes with a cloth. She blinked. They
were full of something sticky. More water and more wiping. She
managed to open them and immediately they became wide with
terror, she knew that man. He must be the devil and she must be
in hell. She knew she feared and hated him but didn't know why.
Then slowly she remembered and the pain and misery came back to
her.
The Commandant sneered at her. "What a mess you are Angie. It
is one o'clock and you have another six hours to go. I do not
think that you will survive tonight. A pity but then we will
have your breasts, cunt and asshole preserved in the Trophy Room
so you will still serve some useful purpose."
"Unless of course, you want to tell me where to find Juan?" he
added in a quiet tone.
"Find Juan?" Angie croaked hoarsely spluttering cum at the
Commandant.
"Yes. Do you know somebody who can take us too him?" The
Commandant snapped. "Yes Juan.Yes I can. Please stop them. I
know who. Please take me where?" She grunted incoherently.
The Commandant smiled. "I will allow you 1 hour to get cleaned
up and then you will take me to this man. If you fail I will let
the men have your for another 10 hours. You will not survive
this. You will take me to the man?"
Angie managed to make a hissing noise which sounded like "Yesss"
before passing out.
She came too in the bath in Ella's room. Ella had been horrified
at what they had brought to her and now all the cum had been
washed off she was inspecting the girl for damage. Her breasts
were badly bruised and had blue contusions in the shape of
fingers all over them, her nipples were raw and bleeding slightly
but these would recover in a few days she thought.
Angie's lips were swollen and bruised but there appeared to be no
permanent damage to her mouth. Her anus would never fully
recover; it had been over stretched and would probably be a
gaping hole for the rest of her life. There was some bleeding
from it but not enough to suggest major damage.
The area that worried Ella most was Angie's vagina. Her lips
seemed to have been pulled out and were very swollen, somehow it
made her sexual organ look more obscene. Also her clitoris was
very swollen and was hanging out of her vagina. Ella thought
that these changes might be permanent, but her biggest concern
was the amount of blood coming from Angie's fuck hole. It was
staining the bathwater bright red.
Now that Angie was conscious again, Ella tried to reassure her
that she was alright, saying the there was no permanent damage to
her and asking if she was in pain. Angie managed to indicate
with her hands that all her holes were in pain. Ella asked her
about her vagina saying that there was a lot of blood coming from
it. Angie managed to croak "Period.' Ella almost laughed with
relief. After all she had been through the silly girl was
menstruating, there couldn't be too much wrong with her. She
will never enjoy sex with a man again she thought, but then maybe
with the gentle ministrations of another woman Angie would
recover.
Prisoner
Angie sat in the back seat of the open jeep next to the
Commandant. With her hair washed and brushed, hanging over much
of her face at first glance she looked normal. Closer inspection
would have revealed her puffy lips and the empty blank stare of
her eyes. It was pitch black at 3am in the morning. Behind the
jeep there was a convoy of military trucks with grinding gears
and whining transmission as they carried armed and helmeted
soldiers through the dark town.
It was so gloomy, Angie had difficulty in identifying the house
that Juan had showed her, but then she was sure.
They dragged from the house in his pajamas and Angie saw that he
was the man the Juan had said would take her to his hideout. "Is
that him?" the Commandant murmured to her. When she nodded, he
issued orders. The man was to be taken into custody immediately,
his wife and any children would be allowed to dress before
accompanying him. Nobody would be left in the house.
Shame
It was 10am on Sunday morning, and Angie was still exhausted when
was taken to Ella's room again. Ella spent longer than usual
caring for Angie, she had been told to make the American girl
look good and to make her wear a dress which unbuttoned down the
front, with white underwear. For some reason the Commandant had
been delighted to learn that Angie was menstruating.
Angie's breasts were still very tender as she put on a white bra.
To prevent the small amount of blood seeping from Angie's
cracked nipples staining the bra she put a pad into each of the
cups.
There was also blood leaking from Angie's anus and Ella put a
tampon into the gaping hole of her rectum to prevent blood
staining her white panties. There was so much blood issuing from
her vagina that Ella had to use both a tampon and a heavy duty
sanitary napkin to soak it up.
As Angie no longer had a dress which unbuttoned down the front,
Ella had borrowed one from a friend. It was about two sizes too
small for Angie and the result was that she seemed to be bursting
out of it at the bust and it was so tight around her ass that the
outline of the pad could be seen.
Angie was taken into the Interrogation Room which was very large
and to her surprise contained about 30 men seated facing a
spotlighted dais with a whiteboard and other presentation tools.
She had thought that interrogation would involve just one or two
men, but she was to learn that the Commandant's methods required
many men.
The Commandant greeted her and led her up on to the dais to face
the seated men. He explained that Angie would be a key member of
the interrogation team so she was here to learn of the approach
they would take. His devious mind had been hard at work. His
main objective, well not quite his main objective, was to
persuade the prisoner that Angie had given them to take them to
Juan's hideout. If this failed he had a fallback plan involving
Angie.
More importantly he wanted to further exploit Angie's assets for
additional DVD's. The first one had been enormously successful.
It had already made him enough pay off his superiors with ample
left for him to retire on. He knew that the DVD's of last
night's entertainment would make him considerably more, but he
wanted to be a very very rich man. Angie was becoming a cult sex
object in the pornographic movie market and he was sure that she
had a great deal of mileage to go before she was completely used
up. The Interrogation Room was of course covered with several
concealed video cameras to provide further entertainment for the
jaded tastes of the Western World.
The lieutenant had assured him that Angie was totally broken and
would be compliant to anything he wanted, but now was the time to
establish whether this was correct.
Facing the audience he put his arm around Angie and casually
squeezed her left breast in his hand. Angie winced and let out a
cry of pain. The Commandant appeared to be very concerned,
exclaiming "Oh are you in pain my dear? Did the brutes hurt your
breasts last night?"
Angie nodded shamefacedly. "That is terrible; I shall ensure
that the men who did it are punished. Let me look at them so I
can see that you are being properly cared for. Take your dress
off dear." Angie stared at him with a hopeless look on her face.
He was starting again; he just wanted to make her strip in front
of these men. What about her pads, if she took her dress off
they would all see her pads through her panties and worse there
might be blood from her period.
Her hands trembled as she fumbled with the buttons down the front
of the white dress. It was so small that the stretched fabric
made it difficult to undo. As each button came undone, her
neckline gaped open as her breasts pushed the material apart.
Her head hung in shame, Angie looked down at her bra covered
breasts. The outlines of the pads showed through the bra making
her breasts look misshapen.
After undoing the lowest button at her waist, Angie had to ease
the tight dress over her hips to get it off and let it drop to
the floor. She stood there facing her audience in her white bra
and panties, acutely aware of the pad in her panties and
wondering if any blood was showing through.
The look on Angie's face was one of such resignation and
emptiness that the Commandant spoke to her in an almost gentle
voice saying "The bra, Angie."
She looked at him with a fleeting expression of cold hatred,
parting her lips and clenching her teeth before closing her eyes,
grimacing and obediently reaching behind her back to undo the
clips of her bra.
As she let her bra drop, the nipple pads fluttered free and
floated to the ground showing brown blood stains against the
white material. There were some guffaws from the audience at the
pads and Angie's battered breasts.
The Commandant looked at her breasts, and for a moment there was
an expression of genuine concern on his face. The brutes had
made a mess of her tits, whatever had they been trying to do to
her, milk her? They seemed to have lost their shape and looked
pulpy covered with blue black bruises. Her nipples were worst
red, cracked and torn with dark marks around them where many
teeth had bitten them. Blood was still seeping from the deepest
cracks. The Commandant was at a loss for words but recovered
himself by swallowing and muttering in a croaky voice "panties."
He stood back so that the audience could get a clear view of
Angie taking her panties off. She stared at the Commandant with
a long look and then started to ease her panties off at the hips.
Once they were over her hips they stuck on the pad between her
legs. She had a choice of opening her legs and letting the pad
go down to her ankles with her panties or freeing the panties
from the pad with her legs still together. Angie chose the
latter, why should she give them a free view of her bloody
vagina.
With her panties around her ankles Angie assumed that she must
look pretty silly with a big sanitary pad stuck between her legs.
The Commandant solved her problem for her by telling her to open
her legs. Angie stepped out of her panties and opened her legs
to the audience, but the pad did not come free and stayed stuck
obscenely over her vagina.
With a look of genuine distaste the Commandant bent over to pull
the pad free. It was soaking in red menstrual blood and the
Commandant screwed up his face in disgust as he waved it in front
of the audience before dropped it into a rubbish bin. Even he
didn't want such a thing in the Trophy Room, although later it
ended up there.
He noticed some string hanging out of Angie's vagina and pointed
this out to her telling her to remove it. She gave out a loud
sigh, what could be more humiliating for a woman than to be
forced to pull out a blood soaked tampon in front of a male
audience. She bent forward, with her battered breasts dangling,
to look between her legs for the small string and pulled on it.
The tampon slid out easily as it was completely soaked in blood.
She looked for the bin and walked awkwardly across the stage to
dispose of the horrible thing. She thought "there can't be much
worse things that can be done to me", but as she had bent over
the Commandant saw the string hanging out of her anus.
He made her bend over with her ass to the audience while he
pulled out the remaining tampon, which was only slightly stained.
Throughout the audience had been quiet apart from the occasional
ribald remark. They had never seen anything so amazing before.
For most of them it was their first encounter with the most
secret of female mysteries, menstruation and to see it displayed
publicly for all to see was incredible to them. What stories
they would tell when they got back to their barracks. They
couldn't wait to get some of the photographs that they knew were
being taken of Angie's shame.
The Commandant thanked, Angie and said that they would get on
with the briefing. She bent to pick up her bra and panties, but
he stopped her saying that he would not like her pretty underwear
and dress to get soiled during the briefing so she should stay as
she was until they had finished.
So for the next hour, Angie had to stand on that stage listening
to instructions with more than half her mind concentrating on the
trickle of blood running done the inside of her leg onto the
floor. The audience had similar problems in concentrating as
they were fascinated by the red liquid slowing dribbling out of
the whore's cunt.