From his past experience, he was sure that the gang rape had shattered her physiological armor and left her vulnerable. Continuing, he reasoned, would make her even more compliant to his demands. He ordered the guards to stand away from her.
Through the quarter panel window I can see her, in the mirror. She's almost here. Me? I'm just a guy, in a safe neighborhood, unloading his truck.
Watching her from his seat was Captain Vahid Yazeed of Saddam's special security service, one of his most promising young torturers. He had been personally selected by the Great Leader to break the first American pilots captured and turn them into propaganda weapons. Yazeed understood that the information he extracted was of minor importance. His job was to break the pilots' will, so that they would be pliable tools in the battle for American public opinion which would be waged using their own media.
But her training wasn't the real world of the Middle East. Now, things were moving too fast for her. She felt she had to slow things down, pretend to give in to gain time. This sort of information was of little value anyway; certainly not worth a gang rape.
As she rode, Diana began to think that she could come out of this OK. Aside from some groping by the soldiers guarding her, no one had mistreated her. Nor was she the type to be afraid of a little "grab-ass." Diana was almost six feet tall with the buff physique of a body builder combined with a 36" chest. She was proud of her body; like everything about her from her short and sassy haircut to her choice of cars, it was part of the "Top Gun" image she had created for herself.
The general was initially so astonished that a woman would address him in such a disrespectful manner that he was speechless. Diana took this as acquiesce and launched into her demand that the general "do something" about Captain Yazeed.
Diana had never felt such a sense of relief; for a moment she even forgot the burning sensation in her nipples and her impending rape as the pressure in her intestines receded. The heavy smell of shit did not seem to bother the men crowded around her. They used a small hose to clean the splattered feces off her ass and legs.
"The Captain says that you are a foolish woman who thinks that she is going to a tea party, not a war. He says that you will not be so uncooperative after the guards have finished with you. He says that the guards will enjoy raping you. They have never had a Western woman before and are curious if what they have heard of the insatiable sexual appetite of Western women is true."
Her asscheeks were covered in dark red stripes now. Between strokes, he could see her body shake with sobs. He began to work on the sensitive tops of her thighs. There the belt met her tanned skin to produce an even deeper red stripe.
Even the translator seemed amused as he told her, "The bottle held a powerful laxative. The Captain says that now you will not be so full of shit."
Since she was only half conscious, he had another man break two capsules of ammonia under her nose. He wanted her awake. When Diana began to stir, the first guard positioned himself between her legs and forced his shit covered cock into the unlubricated channel of her cunt. The dry walls of her vagina's channel pulled at his cock, providing a stimulating discomfort for him and a sharp pain for the woman.
pain seemed to Diana to go on forever as he rode her torn and bleeding ass and tried to rip her nipples off of her breasts with his fingernails. It was all she could do to lean her head against the wall and concentrate on breathing between screams.
She could feel Yazeed's eyes on her breasts and wished fervently for something to cover them, but knew he would keep her nude unless actually filming; only then was she given her flight suit to cover herself.
While a nude Diana was withering in pain on the concrete floor of her prison, her future was being decided by Saddam as he lectured his war council on the inevitability of his victory.
As I pass her I get a better look. She's Asian. a small girl, short black hair; the rest of her is hidden by a huge winter coat.
Diana glared at the seated officer as she replied, "Barker, Diana, Major, USAF, serial number 309-48-8221. I demand to speak to a senior officer." As she finished her reply, a nod from Yazeed again brought a painful jab from the guard behind her. She kept her feet this time but saw stars. As she resumed her position of attention, the Iraqi officer left his chair and stood in front of her.
Fortunately, he had an even more brilliant plan. It was inevitable now that the Americans would attack and that his army would be defeated. But, if he could bloody the imperialists before his army's inevitable defeat, he could still emerge as the Arab hero.
"If you start to kick, or scream, I'll cut you," I say loudly over the heaters hum. She freezes at the words.
Diana realized that the submissive positions and her degrading nudity were meant to humiliate her and to destroy her will. But knowing this did not help her cope with her rapidly diminishing self-respect.
A faint tremble was visible in Diana's torso each time the metal baton touched her moist skin. When he had both nipples fully erect, he touched the tip of the baton to the left nipple and pressed the button activating the device.
INTRODUCTION: During the Gulf War, two American female service members were captured by the Iraqi Army. The women were non-combatants. One was a truck driver with a bad sense of directions; the other a doctor flying in a search and rescue helicopter. Both were, to use the official phrasing, "sexually abused." This story looks at what might have happened if women had been full combatants in that war.
Although he had tortured Iraqi and Kurdish women, Diana would be his first Western female. Yazeed found the idea of having such a woman under his control very exciting.
He noted the clenched hands, a trickle of blood showing where her fingernails had torn the skin of her palms. Her nipples had been abused until they were a deep, dark red and very swollen. Judging by her weak cries, their continued abuse was evidently extremely painful to Diana.
Visions of her anal rape began running unbidden through her mind, accented by the pain of the clamps biting into her sensitive nipples and the strain of her weight pulling on her arm muscles.
Then they pushed its nozzle up her stretched spincter to clean out the fecal matter remaining there. Diana felt a shock as the cold water filled and then flowed from her bowels and into the drain below her.
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