POW5.TXT -- 5/5 M/F, MILITARY, WAR, CAPTURE, RAPE, NC, BONDAGE, GANG, HUMIL, TORTURE DISCLAIMER; This story includes descriptions of rape, torture, and bondage. If descriptions of sexual activity, particularly non-consenual sexual activity, offend you, DO NOT READ THIS STORY. IF YOU'RE UNDER TWENTY-ONE YEARS OF AGE, DO NOT READ THIS STORY. DANGER: THIS STORY IS POLITICALLY INCORRECT. This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story may be electronically reproduced and distributed where the laws allow so long as it is not changed in any way. I've appreciated the comments and suggestions I've received from readers and welcome further comments. All flames will be ignored. INTRODUCTION: Largely because of the scandal caused by the Navy's 1991 "Tailhook" convention, the ban on women flying U.S. combat aircraft was lifted on 28 April, 1993. This story is a "what-if" look at what might have happened if "Tailhook" had happened before the 1991 Gulf War and as a result women had flown combat aircraft during that war. ****************************************************************** The Mother of All Rapes by Conwic conwic@aol.com Part #5 As the President read through the CIA report, he began shaking his head in that disjointed way he had when angry. His chief of staff watched uneasily, suspecting that the President had gotten to the part where the informant described Major Barker's beating and rape by General Rashid. Sardonically he thought, wait until you read the part about the gang rape. He had been thinking about how the war had been going so well; now this had to happen. Despite the Military's misgivings, it was clear that they had to do something to save the woman. If they didn't, the women's groups would crucify them. It simply didn't matter if they did lose 50 men to save this one female pilot. They had to do something and do it before the media got wind of this. The American people would never forgive them if this got out and they had done nothing. He was mentally marshaling his responses to each of the Military's objections when the President looked up and said, "Do it." On the following night, General Rashid was in an elated mood. The preparations for the attack at Khafji were going well. Morale was high in the 5th Mechanized just as he had known it would be. And now he had learned that his men had captured another American female pilot and were bringing her to his headquarters. It seemed only logical that he take advantage of her presence before sending the woman on to Baghdad. After all, if he gave Saddam his victory, then nothing would be said about this little indulgence. If he failed, he was a dead man regardless of what he did to her. It was victory or death, he thought; so live for the moment. Two hours later General Rashid was studying his new plaything, Marine First Lieutenant Kathleen O'Connor. A petite redhead with an athletic body -- everyone called her by her callsign "Tomboy," the woman presented a fascinating contrast to the muscular Major Barker. It was easy to make the comparison; Rashid had Diana kneeling submissively beside the smaller woman with her legs spread to expose her cunt and arms held behind her head. Tomboy was tied bent face down over a table with her legs bound to the legs to expose her small red fringed slit. The General was forcing Diana to recount for the redheaded marine's benefit all of the things which he had done to her. Diana had tears running down her face by the time she got to the gang rape in the desert. Her resigned tone changed as her voice broke, and she could not continue. The General had to "encourage" her with his fan belt before she could complete her story about the gang rape and how Rashid had used her in the car on the trip back. The General was thoroughly enjoying the effect Diana's story was having on the younger woman. However, the fear in her face was arousing him and he had to do something about that... Less than five miles away a team of American soldiers from Delta Force was waiting in the sand dunes in the middle of an S-shaped curve. The assault team waited tensely inside their Trojan horse, a Iraqi army truck, while the support team waited in two man teams spread throughout the dunes. The lookout had already signaled the approach of the scrounging convoy from III Corp headquarters. Every night four trucks made the trip to Kuwait City and back with whatever they could find to feed themselves now that the Iraqi supply system had collapsed under the bombing. The Delta Force team was going to join this convoy and use it to pass through the checkpoints into the headquarters area. When the last truck approached the first part of the curve, two of the support force pulled on a rope to move an accordion like metal frame covered with spikes across the asphalt in front of the truck. As the Iraqi truck swerved onto the sand and slowed with two punctured tires, the Delta Force truck came out of the dunes to replace it at the end of the convoy. With the engine noises and the muffling effect of the curve, none of the Iraqis in the first three trucks heard the silenced MP5's as men from the support team dispatched the two Iraqis in the truck's cab. All they saw were the black-out lights of the last truck coming around the curve. In a few moments, the convoy was being waved through the first checkpoint. General Rashid found the redheaded woman very attractive in a boyish way. And she was tight -- just like a young boy -- he discovered as he explored her asshole and cunt with a finger. Rashid smiled as he considered the thought which had just come to him. He took Diana's hair and jerked her between tomboy's legs. "Put your hand up the little slut's sex. Now!" "Sir? I... I can't get..." "Put your hand up her, or I will give you back to the 2nd brigade. You remember them, don't you whore? Do it! Now!" The old Diana Barker would have refused his insane order. She may have been a self-serving bitch but she was not a sadist. This Diana had been raped and beaten to within a hair of madness; she did not care anymore who was hurt as long as it was not her. She was ready to do anything necessary to avoid more pain. Without hesitation, Diana pushed two fingers into Tomboy's cunt. "AAHHHHH!!!! YOU'RE HURTING ME! TAKE IT OUT!" When Diana's fingers penetrated her, Tomboy appeared to have a seizure as her body jerked and pulled against the ropes holding her to the table. Diana's two fingers painfully filled her small unlubricated cunt. Diana was amazed at how tight the petite woman's vagina was, so unlike her own. She pressed harder and could feel the muscles of Tomboy's vagina slowly give way. Diana's fingers sank deeper into the woman's red fringed slit until they were buried up to her knuckles. "AAHHHH!! NOOO!! PLEEASSEEE NOOO!!!!!" The General stood over Diana, his eyes bright, as he watched the larger woman's fingers force their way into the tiny cunt. "Deeper now. Put your whole hand into her, slut. Show her how you felt when I fucked you!" Diana started to force her third finger into Tomboy. She got the finger into the redhead, but could not get her hand into Tomboy past her knuckles. Ignoring Tomboy's screams, Diana pushed as hard as she could against the woman's cunt muscles but could not penetrate Tomboy any further. Diana pulled her fingers out the redhead's cunt and licked her whole hand, covering it with her saliva. Equipped with this makeshift lubricant, Diana's fingers again penetrated the woman's cunt easily up to the knuckles. Then another mighty push and her hand disappeared into Tomboy's cunt up to the wrist. She was inside the other woman! Her whole hand was engulfed in the redhead's warm,tight cunt! "AAAHHHHHH!!!! OOOOOMMMPPHHH!! NNOOOOOO!!" The General moved to stand in front of Tomboy. Opening his fly, he jerked the woman's head back with his other hand and held his erect cock in front of her tear stained face. "Suck me, American! Do as I say or I will have the good Major rip your heart out. Do it now, whore!" The redheaded pilot opened her mouth and allowed the General to shove his cock into her oral cavity. The man's cock filled her small mouth, riding over her tongue to slam into her throat. That was humiliating but the least of her problems. She felt as if Diana's hand was tearing her apart. It was as if she were giving birth... to a fist. Tomboy was not a virgin; but she had never had anything as big or as painful inside her before. It was tearing her apart. As Tomboy took his cock into her mouth, the Delta Force team was approaching the headquarters building. Almost invisible in their black uniforms and using night vision goggles to find their way in the darkness, the 16 men quickly surrounded the building. When they were in position, the team leader sent the GO message to the extraction force, letting them know that it was time to start the assault phase. Ten kilometers away, the signal reached the commander of the attached attack helicopter battalion. He passed the GO signal on to his fifteen aircraft and then pressed his throttle, making the 9 ton Apache helicopter leap forward toward the Iraqi headquarters. On his left was his wingman; Two thousand meters to his right were the other three aircraft of "A" company. At intervals of two thousand meters behind him were the other two companies of his battalion. Their mission was simple: open a corridor five thousand meters wide to the assault team for the extraction helicopters. All they had to do was shoot their way through about 20 anti-aircraft guns and a battalion of tanks protecting the headquarters. Piece of cake, the lieutenant colonel thought; with the thermal sights on these things we can see them and they can't see us. Just as long as we don't hover above any assholes with an RPG, everyone goes home. As the General fucked Tomboy's mouth, Diana began to experiment with the woman's cunt. At the General's command, she had began moving her hand back and forth inside Tomboy. Diana liked the feeling it gave her when she made the other woman squirm and shudder by moving her hand. She enjoyed finally seeing someone else suffer. Her hand closed into a fist and began to move deeper and faster inside Tomboy's cunt. The anger and fear bottled up inside her was channeling itself into the violence she was inflicting on Tomboy. Diana pumped her fist into the redhead even harder making the muscles in her forearm bunched and flex as she repeatedly sank her arm into Tomboy's brutalized vagina. She was fisting the woman in earnest now, twisting her hand inside Tomboy to increase the pain as she tried to punch her way to the captive's cervix. In her mind, she could see herself on that table instead of the redhead with Yazeed pumping his fist into her. In her mind she had become Yazeed. As she punched into Tomboy, Diana started chanting: "CUNT... WHORE... SLUT... CUNT... BITCH.. SLUT... BITCH... WHORE..." Tomboy tried to scream from the pain engulfing her; but with Rashid's penis filling the petite redhead's mouth, all that came out was a high pitched moan. The two enemies kept pumping into her, filling her cunt and mouth, as Tomboy lay between them with tears streaming down her face. Diana was looking up at the General as he fucked Tomboy's face. Suddenly, three red splotches appeared on the man's chest. As Diana watched dumbfounded, the General stumbled backwards with an amazed look on his face. He hit and then slid down the wall and out of her sight, leaving a trail of blood on the wall behind him. Diana, her fist still buried inside Tomboy, froze motionless in fear. From behind her she heard a voice speaking in English -- American Army English. "FUCK!! Hey, if you don't fuckin mind taking your fuckin arm out of her fuckin pussy, we'de like to get the fuck out of here!" EPILOGUE: Major Diana Barker made it back to Sauda Arabia safely though eleven of her rescuers did not. The story of what she had been doing when her rescuers arrived was hushed up except for the stories told in certain bars at Fort Bragg, Delta Force's home station. But network anchors don't drink at Fort Bragg. The media loved her story -- as she told it -- and made her the victim-hero of the war. She got her picture on the cover of Time Magazine and was famous for almost two weeks. Things turned out very well for her. She didn't even need the adult diapers anymore after a couple of months. End -- Part 5 of 5