Nightmare in Bosnia and Herzegovina (1)

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Setting: In early 1998, as the situation in the Balkans began to show signs of easing, American troops began to make preparations for their withdrawal, while the armed conflict in Bosnia and Herzegovina began to re-escalate. This story is about two female combatants in the U.S. Army who were captured during the conflict.

Nightmare in Bosnia and Herzegovina (I)

“It looks like she’s good for exercise, Alexander.”

“Let’s see how far she’s going.”

Two men watched from behind what had been the largest house in the town – now just a smoking ruin – as a young girl stepped out of one. She was wearing a pullover crew-neck T-shirt, a pair of tight, funky jeans, and a pair of sneakers on her feet as she ran down the silent cobblestone roads of the town.

The young girl’s long, elastic legs hopped across the road, edging closer to the building where the two men were hiding, not realizing the danger that was coming.

As the girl ran to the front of the building, the guys suddenly dropped the rifles they were holding and jumped out! They had already pinned the young prey to the ground before she could react.

After only a short time, the four men overpowered the girl’s resistance, pinning her to the ground and holding her down with both hands raised above her head. The oldest of them – their leader – used the knife in his hand to cut through the girl’s T-shirt, ripping it to shreds and yanking it off, revealing the white, lacy bra inside.

The girl struggled desperately, but the two pieces of cloth on her erect bosoms were still immediately picked off by the knife. Several people carried the girl into the dilapidated house.

Now the guys could take a good look at their captive. It was a short-haired girl of about twenty years of age, very good-looking. This girl’s clothes had been roughly torn to pieces, her healthy and slim body was completely naked, and her slightly dark skin proved that she was a Bohemian Mu woman.

When the girl heard the chief’s terse orders and realized that they were about to savagely gang-rape her, she immediately screamed like mad, writhing in vain to get up and escape.

And one of the four guys stood in front of the Mu girl’s head, his boot-clad legs pressed down on the girl’s hands; his other two companions grabbed the poor girl’s slender legs and pressed them hard to the left and right, so that the Mu girl’s fascinating pussy between her legs was also exposed.

The girl screamed and struggled frantically, her two not-so-large but firm breasts bouncing violently against her slim body, and her slender, skinny limbs moving haphazardly.

Suddenly, the girl’s mouth cleared and she cried out, “No!” As if that would make her body safe without the protection of her clothes.

As if they hadn’t seen the Mu girl’s resistance, these hijackers simply exchanged a few words. They had lived and fought together for many years, and there was no need for too many words to communicate with each other.

The older alpha took off his own pants and slowly approached the naked Mu girl who was already in fear. He enjoyed seeing the woman’s frightened expression and didn’t want to spoil that enjoyment in one fell swoop.

The moustache on his lips curled triumphantly, his blemished teeth grinned, and the dark thing rocking at his crotch made clear his intent to penetrate this girl with it, to show her what real men – Serbian men – were made of!

“Oh, God! What a fucking hell! You move so slow, even the devil is ashamed of you! Hurry up and fuck this bitch! Then get her back to the hotel again!!!”

The chieftain looked openly in surprise, searching for the source of the voice.

He looked around and soon realized that in one of the corners of the broken house stood a tall man with a mental moustache on his face, dressed in a camouflage uniform, with a stout bodyguard standing beside him. The man had a cruel smile on his face, causing that chief to feel awe from the bottom of his heart.

“Akan?!”

“Fuck her! Zlatko! Take care of this Mu bitch! Now!”

That chief immediately showed absolute obedience. His three men were holding the girl’s hands and feet in a deadly grip, the girl’s legs were really skinny compared to her well-developed and plump buttocks.

The alpha lunged menacingly and penetrated the girl’s flesh with his thick dick in one go! He felt the warmth and tightness of this girl’s mesmerizing flesh and immediately felt like he was getting the best encouragement possible. He pushed up and thrust fast and hard into the captured, screaming girl’s flesh!

Soon he felt the girl’s non-stop twitching lower body stop resisting, her legs stopped moving around and she surrendered completely. He almost forgot about the presence of the fearful Akan and focused on the charming girl, thrusting deep into her cunt with each stroke, experiencing the warmth, the lubrication and the tightness of the pleasure.

With his eyes locked on the girl’s face filled with an expression of pain, he rode the unresisting flesh with selling thrusts. As he felt that overwhelming orgasm coming, he almost rested his face against the girl’s tearful one, looking into her eyes as he poured his seed into her young body.

The girl felt a rush of heat pouring into her lower body, and immediately her body jolted, her eyes filled with horror and despair.

That chief kissed the girl’s tear-stained face with satisfaction and stood up from this naked and wonderful flesh.

This chief knew that he had satisfied Akan by making him see a good show of rape.

These men are but a few of Arkan’s many men. His full name was Zeljoko Aleksic, but he was better known as Akan. Aleksic, but he was better known as “Akan”.

He was a tall, robust, passionate man with a beautiful face and a black beard, almost exactly like the image of the ancient Yugoslav heroes who resisted the invasion of the Turks. Arkan was not the typical figure educated by Yugoslav communism in those years. On the contrary, he was regarded as an “economic criminal” because he had first developed out of the underworld in the economic sphere. Akan initially described himself as a “dissident” and spent three years in exile in Western Europe and the United States to escape capture. There, he was also wanted for rape and murder.

Now Arkan calls himself “the defender of Serbia” and he is the greatest terror in northern Bosnia and Herzegovina.

After the breakup of Yugoslavia, Akan returned to his homeland. With funding from the former Yugoslav secret police, he organized his own militia. Using underground contacts from his previous criminal career, Akan recruited recruits and organized paramilitary groups to complement Belgrade’s plans.

In the war with the BiH Mujahedin and Croats, Arkan’s forces terrorized those non-Serb civilians into abandoning their homes. In return for Arkan’s cooperation, Belgrade allowed him to loot and plunder wealth from those refugees. Now Akan was one of the richest men in Yugoslavia.

Akan and his men likewise abducted the Mu and Kek women, both for their pleasure and as a means of terrorizing their enemies.

In the Balkans, rape is a common tactic of war. And Arkan was particularly fascinated by this method of warfare, which he often threw himself into.

Right now Akan was witnessing a “war” between his men and a Mu girl. As soon as the leader left, the other guy jumped on him, spreading the girl’s long legs with his hands and pressing his whole body against the slim Mu girl.

All Arkan could see from his position was the girl’s face, which was filled with pain and humiliation. Arkan knew that he would have plenty of time to torture and abuse the young slim fey girl.

Akan and his infamous “rape camp” are now stationed in a former Croat hotel in the town, where many captured Mu and Croat women are still imprisoned. The camp and the captured women were seen by Akan as the best gift of the war, much better than plundered wealth.

Akan now doesn’t have to repress the atrocities that would be considered crimes in a peaceful society-rape, torture, torture, etc.-because the war has given him the best stage, and he can even be proud of it now.

Akan considers his tyrannical abuse of the Mu women today as revenge for what the barbaric Turkish invaders did back then, and an honorable mission for Serbian patriots. Arkan even went so far as to get a photographer named Dmitri in charge of capturing all these tyrannies for a great movie in order to document this proud history.

Now Dmitry was busy carrying a camera and filming the scene of the girl’s gang rape, filling the frame with her horrified and saddened expression, a rare art.

As the second man got off the girl, Dmitri hurriedly aimed at the lower body of the Mu girl. He started with the girl’s tear-stained face and moved to her two plump breasts that had been rubbed beyond recognition, the snow-white delicate globes of flesh covered with redness and bruises, her naked, delicate skin ravaged and scarred by large, rough hands.

The camera was on the girl’s naked, ravaged, reddened flesh on her lower back, the outside of her pussy pasted with white, cloudy cum that dripped onto the delicate skin at the base of her thighs.

That’s when the third man approached and slung the girl’s limp legs over his shoulders, leaving her plump ass dangling in the air, with only her two skinny shoulders supported on the hard, cold cobblestone floor, and then began the rough raping.

This extraordinarily savage form of rape was Akan’s favorite, and the camera faithfully recorded the brutal atrocity. Dmitri pointed the camera at the man’s face one moment, then at the girl’s, capturing their true emotions – created on top of the Mu girl’s pain, his pleasure and her humiliation.

It’s the best movie for the cinematographer. Actors can’t do that because it’s real.

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“How many times?” Navy Lieutenant Barbara Malone looked at the female pilot quietly reading a magazine and thought to herself, “How can she do that? Malone looked at the female pilot quietly reading a magazine and thought to herself, “How can she do that?”

That’s what Barbara had to think whenever she saw her good friend and almost half-teacher, Deidra. Lt. Voxia, so quietly reading a book, she thought to herself. In their F-14 squadron, she was known as “Velcoli” – the lady-in-waiting of Odin, the great god of Norse mythology.

It was only the smell that interested Barbara now-the U.S. Navy had been in the air since John B. and Paul B. Paul Jones. The smell of hard-boiled eggs and beans for Sunday breakfast, as it had been since the days of John Paul Jones.

Barbara was now sitting in the dining room of the Eisenhower, smelling the smells of the tired breakfast and men in the dining room, and wondering why on earth she had put on this Navy uniform.

Barbara’s ramblings were interrupted when the crier informed everyone to head to the standby room for an important announcement.

“Good news! Gentlemen,… and ladies! We have a mission!”

Barbara immediately cheered up at the news; after all, after waiting so long in boredom on a lonely battleship off the coast of Bosnia, it was finally time to have something to do.

“We learned that the Serbian army – the one known as the `Krakina Republican Army’ – was going to attack a village on the Sava River, near Brcko. They thought they could do whatever they wanted after the U.S. troops retreated. The Serbian Army of Krajina returned to their original camp and tried to expand their sphere of influence and continue the war with the Croat and Muslim forces.

“The good news is that they are not prepared – and I emphasize not prepared with anti-aircraft weapons! All they have are some shoulder-fired Sa-7 missiles and 20MM rifles. As long as you are flying above 15,000 meters, you should be safe. Our mission is to deter the Serbs while taking some spy photos, not bombing!

“Washington wants us to remind those Serbs not to try to hurt anyone else! Those pictures might come in handy later, although we’re not counting on it for all of our offense.

“Velcoli, since you are qualified to take spy photos, you will be sent on a reconnaissance photo mission!

Gumby and Gus are in charge of protecting you! Just fly above their heads and let them know you’re watching them! Remember, the altitude must be above 15,000 meters, those shoulder-fired Sa-7 missiles can destroy you all in broad daylight!

“Departure time is 11:40 local time, return time is 13:40, there are two hours for you. This is the document of the goal and mission.

“By the way, there’s bad news: your airplanes aren’t armed with air-to-ground weapons, so if you get shot at by them, you’ll just have to grin and bear it. But you do have air-to-air missiles on board. Any questions? Okay, see you in two hours!”

Velcoli and Gumby and Gus walked up to take the files as Barbara and the others stepped back. Her job was radar jamming, and manipulating the powerful radar on the F-14 was Barbara’s specialty. But since NATO’s air force hadn’t faced a strong challenge in this dirty war, Barbara usually had to fiddle with the complicated instruments in the tail of those nacelles without getting a chance to show off her skills.

Barbara trusted Velcoli to finalize the flight plan on her own; she didn’t need the help of a novice.

“Fuck!” Looking at the maps and documents, Velkori suddenly shouted.

“What the fuck kind of order is that! When we arrive over the designated village, we’re to fly below the clouds – about exactly 15,000 meters – to go on a shooting mission. To take those damn pictures that no one will ever see?

It is ridiculous! Look at the route, we’ll have to fly over this village from the west.”

The hamlet was now in Arkan’s hands, and was situated on a hill next to Brcko – the actual target – Brcko actually refers to the area of a hundred or so buildings along the Nasava River, which was a strategic location in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Brcko has changed hands several times during the war, most recently when the Muslims took it back through an American “peace” initiative.

This small village was situated on a high plateau around Brcko, and his Serbian troops could have shelled Brcko at any time if they had wanted to, which was the rule of war in hilly terrain: whoever stood tall had everything.

Arkan had set up his “artillery”, the only anti-tank gun, on the high ground near Brcko, which would destroy all the resistance and light weapons in Brcko, thinking that even this “artillery” was not available to the resistance in Brcko. “artillery,” Brcko’s resisters had none.

The original 50 to 60 inhabitants of this village have returned, believing in the promise of peace from the American troops originally stationed in Brcko. The men who had joined the Mu militia had also left the ranks but had returned to the village with their weapons.

But they were simply no match for Arkan’s Serbian army, which had suddenly attacked. Akan’s army surrounded the village and every house in the night, threatening those inside to throw grenades into the houses if they did not surrender.

When the desperate men come out of their houses and are gathered together for execution, the village, which has lost its last resistance, becomes a paradise for Arkan’s gang to loot wealth and women. Of course, afterward they don’t forget to set the village on fire and get drunk. This barbaric war required their numbed minds and souls to accomplish their great mission.

Two hours later, Barbara had gotten into Velcoli’s F-14 and started circling over Bosnia with ease. Barbara had always been amazed by these F-14s in the Navy: this guy was as old as she was, which meant that these airplanes were also 23 years old, but they were still flying!

Now that Velcorie’s plane had taken only fuel and the air-to-air missiles under its wings with it, Barbara listened to the familiar noises in the cabin and couldn’t help but think of the stories she’d heard about Velcorie before.

It was during Velcoli’s first month in the detachment, and she was the first and only woman in the detachment before Barbara arrived.

As soon as a guy saw her German name, standard Nordic blonde hair, six-foot-tall athletic body and accent, he named her “Velcoli”. It suited her tough “don’t towel me, I’m bulletproof” attitude, so Velkoli liked it.

In contrast to Barbara, who was accepted by everyone two months after she arrived, Velcoli made a name for herself within the first week of her arrival.

That night Velcro went to the Officers’ Club to meet her classmates, the F-14 pilots of another detachment. Velcoli’s outfit that day was: a tight black skirt, black stiletto heels, black mesh stockings, a black sports jacket, and nothing but herself underneath.

A guy who was in the same division as Velcoli, who had obviously had a little too much to drink, walked over and toweled Velcoli off. He noticed that Velcoli didn’t notice him and went so far as to use his hand to touch Velcoli’s plump ass.

Now he got Velcro’s attention – he was hit hard with an elbow to the chest, and was then lifted up by Velcro by the collar with one hand!

Velcro lifted the guy so that his toes were almost off the ground and said, “You didn’t say anything, did you?”

Barbara was sure Velcro could easily lift a man, and she was sure the guy’s crotch must have suffered.

Velkori looked at the wretched appearance of the guy who had offended her and smiled, “If you greet me, I might be able to fulfill your wish. What is it that you want? Kid?”

Barbara heard the guy say without hesitation, “Oh, I want you to let go of my there… please, ma’am… Lieutenant, Velkoli.”

From then on Velcoli really became one of those men.

Velcro is really like Tom Cruise in TOPGUN. Velcro was truly a part of the Naval Air Force like Tom Cruise was in Top Gun. Barbara knew that Velcro had told her story to herself because Barbara had initially been in the same kind of trouble that Velcro had been in, and Velcro wished that she could be like her.

But Barbara knew that she was at least not as fit and powerful as Velcoli. During her four years at the academy, Barbara had also exercised regularly and had at one point been quite proud of her healthy five-foot-six body.

But when Barbara joins the Navy she feels like she’s from Lilliputian land and is very repressed. Barbara knew she was cute, but not cool. That’s not a plus in a naval aviation squadron.

The first day Barbara became the second woman in the detachment, the captain assigned her to Velcoli’s crew. Velcoli took a liking to the partner, and she always encouraged Barbara to speak up on battle plans during meetings.

But when Barbara stays silent, Velcoli doesn’t hesitate to speak up.

Barbara likes Velcro as a partner, she likes to be in charge and to make decisions for herself. But only one thing goes wrong between them: Barbara finds herself falling in love with Velcoli!

Barbara was very distressed by the feelings she had grown to harbor. She had never been a homosexual, much less thought of making love to a woman. But every night when they went to bed together, Barbara couldn’t help but notice Velcro’s beautifully toned and very feminine body, and always felt the urge to touch it.

But Barbara knew that Velcro wouldn’t like it if she did, she was the kind of woman who was aggressive with the opposite sex, and any other man engaged in an activity in which Velcro would be in fair competition with them.

One night, Barbara happened to return to camp early, only for her to see Velcoli making love to a man in her room. At the time Barbara was embarrassed but could not bring herself to turn her face away.

Through the half-open doorway, Barbara saw Velcro straddling the man, naked, the surface of her firm, healthy body covered with fine, shiny beads of sweat, and her two huge breasts, heavy and falling to her chest, being rubbed and played with by the man’s hands.

Velcoli writhed hard on top of the man, her pretty blonde hair flying up as she let out heavy gasps and soft moans. Velcorie’s lovemaking was and is so spirited and wild.

Barbara had watched in shock as the two men made love and didn’t react until after they were finished. Although Barbara guessed that Velcoli must have caught herself peeking, it didn’t detract from her excitement and enjoyment, but rather made Barbara feel uncomfortable.

Barbara watched as Velcro crawled on top of the man, pressing her wet pussy dripping with the man’s cum into his face. Although the man was less than willing, Velcoli insisted on pressing her wet pussy to his face and said, “Do it over!”

Barbara couldn’t watch any longer, and she closed the door quietly, feeling weak in the knees.

Since then, Velcro’s naked, sweaty body had often appeared in Barbara’s dreams. Whenever Barbara saw Velcro’s face, she immediately remembered what she had seen that day, Velcro’s wet pussy, and had no memory of the man.

As it was, just thinking about that sight made Barbara feel like she’d get wet down there.

“Barbara? Can you hear me?”

Barbara was immediately pulled back to reality. “I’m sorry, Vail. What was that?”

“We are approaching the target and preparing to descend. Prepare the luminaries and show them!”

Nightmare in Bosnia and Herzegovina (II)

Down in the valley, Akan was waiting anxiously.

He is not afraid of retaliation from the U.S. or NATO for his attacks on villages; quite the contrary, Akan is worried that the U.S. planes won’t come.

The purpose of this attack was not just Brcko and the surrounding strip, their real aim was to burn the American hand that had stretched too far. The attack was only used to get the Americans’ attention, and they hoped that by knocking out a few more American planes they would make the US and NATO realize what a terrible mistake it was to interfere in Serbian affairs!

To do this, Akan’s sponsors in Belgrade had prepared a surprise for the American plane! They had four Sa-8B surface-to-air missiles ready for Arkan, and had gotten mercenaries from corrupt and chaotic Russia to man the things. Unlike those old Sa-6s, these new guys can hit up to 18,000 meters. Arkan had been assured by the Russians that they could punch down any plane flying below the clouds!

Just as Arkan turned back to his glass to take a sip, he saw a string of bright lights flash through the air! “Airplanes!”

He thought, “The Americans are finally here!”

He saw an airplane come out of the murky clouds and hover over the valley.

“Damn it!” Akan thought to himself, “If we don’t fire soon, they’re going to run away!”

His concerns were allayed almost immediately when he saw two flames bursting out of the valley, pursuing the plane from below and behind!

The SAM was closing in on its target as it should, and two flames hit the plane almost simultaneously, one on the right wing of the plane and the other burrowed right into it and exploded! As if it was the tail of the plane.

Almost as soon as the plane was surrounded by the glittering fireball, an object ejected from the plane, followed by another object from the crashed plane!

“Alert the hunting group on the ground!” Arkan ordered hurriedly. “I want those two pilots!”

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The missile hits stunned Velcoli! She wasn’t even alerted by radar before she was hit by two missiles from behind and below!

Velcro quickly realized that she and Barbara had to get out of the plane immediately, or else they would be finished with the F-14! Without hesitation, she pushed the yellow pushrod, catapulting them into the air!

The intense heat of the explosion from below caused a lurch in the air as Velcro prayed out loud, “Oh my God! Oh, my God! Oh, damn it!”

The parachute opened almost immediately because of the low altitude. It happened so quickly that Velcro didn’t even have time to think. She watched as Barbara disappeared on the other side of a small hill.

As Velcorie prepared to land, she saw a scene she didn’t want to see: a truck was chasing towards her, and the soldier on it was pointing his finger at something.

Velcoli immediately recalled the story of the female pilot who was captured by the Iraqis in the Gulf War!

She swore she couldn’t let that happen to her, that she couldn’t be captured by the enemy and have to be raped by them!

As soon as she hit the ground, Velcoli immediately unclipped her parachute and got down on one leg to look back. The truck had stopped as well, and about ten guys were getting out and running towards her, the closest being less than fifty meters away.

Without hesitation, Velcoli took her 9mm pistol out of its holster and fired eight shots at the guy running behind her!

She didn’t look at the guy who had been hit again, and turned and took off running. Velkori was carrying only her backpack, which contained twenty pounds of water and food, and a few things necessary for survival.

Velcoli flew through the country woods, feeling as if she were in a cross-country race. She was still wearing her glittery flight suit and her boots left footprints in the snow, but Velkori couldn’t care less, the most important thing right now was to distance herself from the Serbian!

As she ran, Velcro estimated the distance between her and the enemy behind her, and when she felt that she was almost a hundred meters behind the enemy, she found a cave and dug into it, covering herself with twigs and weeds. Then she opened her backpack and started checking the things she had brought with her: radio communication device, hand GPS, six flashbangs, hemostatic forceps…

Velcro opened the communication device and called up: “Attention! Attention, please! …” There was no response, and Velcro knew that the signal was always bad in the mountains. Velkoli had been under high stress and fatigue since the plane exploded and she had fled, but she knew that taking a break now would be a luxury, and a deadly one. She forced herself to continue to carefully and slowly crawl through the mountainous terrain, avoiding making any noise. She could hear the footsteps and speech of the enemy behind her, and she had to find an open area to communicate.

The officer returned from the woods to see his men gathered around the body of their slain companion. The bodies had turned cold, but their anger was still burning.

These dead men were once respected police officers. If they could have caught that American murderer, their anger would have been vented.

“Go to the car and get the flashlights out! We’re going to be here all night!!!”

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A gust of wind separated Barbara from Velcoli and she did not land in the valley with Velcoli. Barbara saw from the air that someone was chasing her half a mile away, but luckily she landed in a field.

Barbara left the parachute and took cover in the grass. She was now feeling very frightened and to make matters worse, Barbara felt that she had been so frightened that she had peed in her pants. Barbara felt as if she was in a nightmare, and without Velcoli by her side, she felt very alone and desperate!

Suddenly Barbara heard the voices of men speaking from above! She immediately entertained the idea of fighting, but quickly gave it up: “Am I going to fight those guys with a pistol? Against an armed enemy?”

Just as Barbara was about to surrender, she was instantly hopeful at the sight that came into view: the people approaching were dressed in civilian clothes and did not look Serbian! They looked Middle Eastern in their clothes and their dark complexion.

But Barbara didn’t care where they were from, as long as they weren’t Serbian! She stood up and waved her hands above her head, holding a small red flag.

“Help me! I am an American pilot! Can you guys help me?”

They immediately ran over and pointed their guns at Barbara. Barbara watched as they said something rapidly in a language she didn’t understand, and the men apparently couldn’t read the words on the little flag Barbara was holding or the markings on her clothes.

Barbara had to smile at them and repeat slowly: “America!”

This had an immediate response, but not the one Barbara had anticipated.

The guy who had just spoken to Barbara immediately put a gun to her face and yelled at the others. The guys immediately ran over to her, they disarmed Barbara and twisted her hands behind her back and bound her with ropes!

They pushed the stunned Barbara to the ground, and the guy who had first spoken to her straddled Barbara with a gun in his hand, reaching down and grabbing her by the hair.

“Damn the devil!” He spat and slapped Barbara hard across the face.

Listening to the guy’s broken English and the words “Allah” and “heretic” that came out from time to time in his conversations with the others, Barbara understood immediately!

“Oh, what fucking luck!” Barbara thought: “They’re Mujahidi!” Those extremist Islamists had come from Iran and Afghanistan to help fight for the Mujahideen in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Many of them were extremely anti-American, and Barbara didn’t want to meet them!

“I’m sorry, we’re on the same side! We both fought the Serbs!” Barbara’s feeble plea only invited another slap in the face!

She had to lie helplessly on the floor watching the men arguing vehemently, obviously over her. Barbara saw two of the guys staring at her from time to time, looking at her ample breasts which were made to appear more prominent and seductive by the ropes around her bonds. Barbara felt very helpless and pathetic right now, and she was beginning to fear that she might be raped.

“No! Please!” Barbara cried out when one of the men came over and lifted Barbara by her hair. But the guy punched her hard anyway, spat at her, and walked away with two other men.

There were five men left now, and they came over and dragged Barbara to the other end of this field, where only a large tree stood alone.

Once under the tree, they pinned Barbara to the ground, loosened the binding ropes, and then began to strip her. They stripped Barbara of the escape suit she wore on the outside with ease, the one-piece rubberized flight suit on the inside caused them a bit of a problem. Holding a screaming and struggling Barbara down for dear life, they cut open the flight suit with their knives and then stripped it off Barbara like they were skinning an animal. Now all that was left of the brunette were her boots and long underwear.

“No! Let me go, let me go! Oh! …no!!!”

The knives in their hands terrified Barbara, but even more terrifying was the fact that they were cutting and tearing her underwear!

All that was left of Barbara now were her boots and tiny panties, and even her bra had been torn and yanked off along with her underwear.

Barbara was now almost completely naked, her slender nipples hardening immediately as her body was blasted by the cold Balkan wind. A guy came up and began to roughly caress the two plump, soft globes of flesh on Barbara’s chest with his large hands.

“Help! No… ah! No, don’t! Please!!!”

They twisted Barbara’s hands behind her back again and folded the two little arms together and tied them tightly with rope. At the same time one of the guys went over to the fence and cut down a long length of raw wire.

Barbara immediately trembled with fear! “They’re going to hang her?!!!”

They tied Barbara’s feet with electric wires, pulled them apart and lifted her legs, and bolted the other end of the wires to a stake above the ground. In this way, Barbara’s lower body was suspended in the air, and her whole body was formed into a “V” shape, forcing her legs and buttocks to leave the ground, and her whole body weight fell on her arms, which were tied backwards, and on her shoulders, which were pressed against the ground.

Barbara realized: “They’re going to rape her! Not hang her!”

Barbara, despite not being a virgin, didn’t have much sexual experience. Barbara had only been with one man in her twenty-three years, and she had done that with her boyfriend when she was at the Academy. But now there were at least five men waiting to rape her!

Barbara had never been physically hurt before in her life, and this fear of imminent gang rape blew over her with the cold wind.

“Ah, ah ah ah ！！！！！ … no! No, no, no!!!”

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As Arkan watched Barbara’s parachute fly over his head, he felt a great sense of satisfaction that an American pilot had fallen into his hands! He’s going to film it all, it’s going to be the best movie ever!

Arkan, with his photographer and bodyguard Alexander, came after him in an SUV, followed by his men in trucks.

They arrived near where Barbara had landed, and from a distance Akan heard screams in English, a language he had become fluent in during his exile. Immediately realizing that something unexpected was afoot, Akan ordered one of his men to go ahead and scout the area.

The henchman quickly returned to report: he saw five Mu warriors struggling with a dark-haired woman!

Akan and his men walked over and peeked for a moment. He immediately realized that the girl who was caught was the pilot he was trying to catch!

“A female pilot?!” Akan thought to himself : “Americans are so stupid!!!”

He noticed but the Muslims were so busy dealing with Barbara that their weapons were thrown on the ground, let alone noticing what was going on behind them. Arkan could have easily taken care of them, but he had a better idea now! He sent for his cameraman.

“Dmitri, can you film this now?” Arkan pointed at the men who were attacking Barbara: “Get a clear shot of that woman’s face, and the faces of the guys who raped her.”

“No problem, I can do it! Guv!”

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Barbara struggled frantically, desperately shaking her head and screaming, “NO!!!”

The leader of the Mu volunteers came over to him, he grabbed one of Barbara’s legs that kept fidgeting, felt down the smooth, delicate thigh and grabbed Barbara’s short panties. With a violent hand he tore off Barbara’s panties, which had just been soaked by her terrified incontinence of urine, and then stuffed it into Barbara’s mouth, stopping the panicked girl’s screams.

In that instant, Barbara felt more helpless and desperate than she had ever felt before, and she felt the alpha’s hand gently roaming down her body, caressing her sparsely pubic-haired privates, playing with the elegantly shaped, lovely pink labia outside her secret pussy with her fingers. Barbara felt almost delirious.

The alpha’s movements got rough as he pulled and yanked Barbara’s delicate cunt lips with his fingers to either side, exposing the tender red pussy inside. He mouthed something that caused the others to laugh. Then he plunged two rough, strong fingers into Barbara’s almost-virgin pussy!

The young girl had been terrified and felt unbearable pain at the same time. Barbara tried to face them bravely, but could not bear the pain that penetrated her body and whimpered.

The alpha smiled at the girl whose mouth was gagged by her own panties but who was still whimpering. He inserted yet another finger as well and twirled it around in Barbara’s dry flesh. He admired the pain and humiliation he was bringing to the girl and suddenly withdrew his finger and began to undo his own pants.

He knelt between Barbara’s legs and began to press his thick thing against the front of the hidden pussy at the base of her thighs and tried to push down.

Barbara felt an agony of pain as she shook her body wildly and looked around in despair. There was no savior for her, only four other Mu volunteers grinning through gaping teeth at the captured female pilot.

That leader felt the girl underneath him struggling to resist, but he pushed his rod hard and deep into Barbara’s dry flesh!

A sharp pain burned rapidly from between Barbara’s legs, which were hanging almost upside down, to the depths of her consciousness, and Barbara felt as if she were being torn in two, and she struggled against it as hard as she could to no avail, and the horrible agony caused Barbara to hiss and scream; she had never been tortured like this before!

Tears poured down her face as Barbara saw the ugly grinning faces of the men who had raped her through her hazel tear-stained eyes, and she desperately tried to suppress the moans and whimpers that came out of her mouth, as it only made them feel more satisfied. But Barbara soon failed, her little sexually experienced pussy was completely dry when it was completely taken over by the savage, thick rod, and the horrible rising pain and shame caused Barbara to soon be moaning and sobbing again. She looked at the guy standing in front of her with pleading eyes, begging him not to hurt her anymore.

That alpha glanced at poor Barbara with a cruel glance, then grasped her well-proportioned, slippery thighs with both hands and began a brutal pistoning motion. He pushed hard at the waist, thrusting his black rod heavily into Barbara’s delicate pussy before pulling it out quickly to begin a new assault!

Barbara could feel something hard and thick moving in and out of her, and the guy grabbed her firm, plump ass and dragged herself around so that Barbara’s rounded shoulders were being ground and dragged across the muddy, dirty ground.

After a while, the guy started torturing Barbara’s plump breasts again, grabbing and rubbing the two snow-white, soft globes of flesh and pulling hard on the two tiny, tender red nipples. Barbara felt as if he was going to lift her body up by her nipples, and now not only her bullied flesh, but also her shoulders, breasts and thighs began to ache.

Barbara moaned and sobbed in agony, her eyes blurred with tears, and while she endured the brutal rape, she cried out in her heart, “Vercelli, where are you? Help me!”

The leader of the Mu volunteers continued to rape the female pilot with her feet bound to the stump with excitement, Barbara’s wretched position making it easy for him to brutalize the young girl, his powerful thrusts causing the shoulders and neck of the woman, who was hanging almost upside down, to be pushed up against the ground, bearing the weight of almost two men.

Barbara now felt like her neck was about to snap, each thrust from her rapist caused pain all over her body, especially her neck, and even breathing became difficult. Barbara had never been tortured like this before, she felt like she was dying as she felt like she must be being torn apart in her pussy. But Barbara could do nothing to resist now except lie here, she felt the man’s rod had become as massive as a fist, poking heavily inside her.

The chieftain watched Barbara’s slim, firm body convulse in response to his ravishment as he carefully experienced the pleasure the young woman’s tight, warm flesh was giving him. As far as he was concerned, this woman was the whore of the West, shamelessly seducing herself with her naked flesh, like all those heretical women who had no idea what a woman was supposed to be like, and this lowly whore deserved to be punished as such! He would teach her the tortures that the lewd and lowly Western woman must suffer!

He yanked the panties out of Barbara’s mouth that were already wet with saliva, he wanted to hear the woman scream and plead. He gripped Barbara’s soft, supple thighs and dragged her body hard to match his ravishment, he wanted to hear Barbara scream and cry, it wasn’t enough to have moans of agony.

He thrust as hard as he could into the female pilot’s already red and bleeding flesh, taking out all his hatred for the heathen on the woman.

His companions cheered from the sidelines, encouraging their chieftain to do violence to the captive woman, to conquer in his savage way the proud woman from the West.

Finally, they managed to hear Barbara’s mournful wail: “No! No, please, please, stop! You’re killing me! Ah!!!”

Barbara’s screams and tearful agony drove him even madder as he furiously raped the poor female pilot, finally filling Barbara’s pussy with his hot, thick cum.

He withdrew his rod from Barbara’s red, swollen pussy and signaled for the other man to come and continue his violence against the woman. He had experienced the pleasure of torturing and abusing a Western whore, and it was equally pleasurable to watch his companion rape the heretic’s woman, while at the same time he wanted to see the pained, humiliated look on the woman’s face as she was raped.

Barbara felt the cum that her savage rapist had shot into her cunt searing her wounded body like fire, and more than that, her proud self-esteem was nearly shattered. She was whimpering lowly when she suddenly felt her pussy, which had just gained a little relief from the release, being filled again with an ugly rod!

This time because of the lubricating effect of that alpha’s cum just now, Barbara didn’t feel the sharp, tearing pain. She looked up in alarm and saw another ugly face grinning toward her.

Barbara fell back into the abyss of pain and fear at the brutal violation of the Mu volunteers, her body dragging back and forth across the floor with the thrusts of her enemy, not only her violated flesh but Barbara’s entire body aching.

This guy was as cruel and brutal as his leader in raping Barbara, making the young pilot feel immense pain, filth and shame. Barbara hated to die at the moment, her face was buried in the muddy soil of tears and sweat, and she wailed loudly, and her heart cried out: “Velkoli, Velkoli! Where are you? Who can save me?!!!”

Nightmare in Bosnia and Herzegovina (III)

The cameraman, carrying a video camera and hiding behind a bush, was sweating as he tracked and captured the exciting footage of the gang rape of the American woman.

He could clearly see the naked body of this American woman, her white slim flesh was constantly fighting with the ropes binding her, her small but firm breasts bounced violently in front of her chest with her body’s struggle, her straight and smooth legs were cruelly tied to the stump by the raw wires and trembled, her beautiful and plump buttocks were grasped by the man’s hands, and a black rod of flesh entered and exited from the slit between her charming legs. A black meat stick was entering and exiting the slit between the charming legs, bringing out some mucus mixed with blood.

The girl, her face stained with tears and dirt, was turning back and forth on the ground, crying, her beautiful black hair having become like a dirty mop rubbing against the earth.

The cameraman now only wished that he too could have had the opportunity to fuck this beautiful young American woman as he earnestly set up his camera and continued filming.

That second guy was already on his knees between Barbara’s legs, his hands grasping her plump thighs and pressing downward, his mouth panting as he struggled to get it out of Barbara’s body.

The alpha who had just raped Barbara then walked over to her and knelt down in front of her, holding his prick in his hand. It was covered with white semen and some blood from Barbara’s cunt, which had been torn apart by his rough rape. He held the dirty rod in his hand and lashed it up like a whip across the face of the woman who kept crying and pleading.

The cameraman could even see through the lens the white goo and flecks of blood smeared all over Barbara’s face filled with a sad and humiliated expression.

Barbara was pulled back from her emptiness by the sharp pain from the reality that the guy standing between her legs was varying the angle of his blows on the woman’s flesh, poking and prodding with all his might making Barbara’s body almost numb with sobs and struggles.

As soon as the second guy had finished venting on Barbara, a third immediately filled his place, all of them equally cruel and vicious, ravaging the captured female pilot with every means at their disposal and filling her pussy with semen.

Barbara’s tender, tantalizing pussy had been ravaged by her rapist’s outbursts; the two pink labia had become dark red and horribly swollen; the pussy was filled with semen, which had been squeezed out by the thick “piston” and had smeared all over the roots of the thighs, buttocks and around the anus, forming a white smear of filth.

Despite the cold, the naked bodies of the female pilots who were suffering were covered in sweat and glistened dazzlingly.

About fifty meters away, Arkan was quietly watching the brutal and lewd display with his cameraman, his men having quietly surrounded the guys who were in the throes of madness.

His cameraman faithfully recorded: the moaning, struggling woman, the laughing men in a circle, the rough thrusts of the guy already kneeling between the woman’s legs. Through the camera, he could clearly see the white smear of filth between Barbara’s legs, the disgusting cum that had smeared all over her small, round anus, dripping to the ground.

The cameraman switched the camera to the woman’s face and saw the face of a girl steeped in pain, shame, and despair. When Barbara turned her head around, the camera immediately recorded the tears running down her face, which was sticky with semen, blood, and dirt, as well as the faint cries.

Barbara had lost count of the number of times she had been raped, and all she could feel was that her secret pussy had become an organ specialized in collecting pain, while the guys were getting their satisfaction here while leaving the young girl with endless agony, and all she could do was cry and shake her head in despair to show her heart’s resistance.

All five Mu volunteers had finished venting on the American female pilot, but their leader was still not satisfied. He broke a branch with leaves from a tree, which he took and ordered the other two guys to unbuckle their belts and start giving the American woman a taste of another torture.

He swung the branch and whipped both of Barbara’s ample breasts, not too gently, the branch cutting across the delicate mass of flesh and sensitive nipples, immediately leaving a striking trail of blood, a painful stimulus that caused Barbara to immediately scream.

The other two guys heaved up their belts and spanked Barbara’s cum and sweat glued ass!

There was a dull “smack” and the pilot’s firm white ass was instantly and horribly red and swollen, with bruises that didn’t bleed but were clearly swollen and stood out against Barbara’s white body.

Listening to the hoarse screams and pleas of the female pilot, the guys who were savagely torturing the young woman were unconsciously aroused again, and Barbara’s torture was the best stimulus for them.

Barbara cried, wailed, and pleaded helplessly for them to stop the brutal beatings.

“Ah, ah! … please, I’ll do anything you want, don’t fight…”

But Barbara’s cries had no effect at all on these fellows, who neither understood her nor were they going to pay any attention to the female captive’s pleas.

Seeing that Barbara’s ample breasts were already covered with whip marks, the leader suddenly turned his aim to the woman’s cum-slicked legs. Barbara immediately let out a kind of frenzied scream when the first stroke of the rough branch landed on her already red and swollen pussy from the raping! Barbara’s wire-bound legs stiffened like cramps all at once!

After the chief had brutally whipped Barbara’s secret pussy a few times, he saw that the woman had gone limp as if she were going to pass out, and signaled the two guys to stop the torture as well.

All Barbara could feel was pain as if her breasts and ass were on fire, while it was as if she had lost consciousness in her lower body. Suddenly, she felt a man grab her swollen, spanked ass in his hand and stick his finger in her ass hole!

She struggled to raise her head in panic and saw that the leader was kneeling between her legs and was forcing his finger into her still-virgin anus! A marring and tearing pain washed over her, and Barbara immediately hissed and screamed.

The alpha dipped his finger into the sticky cum that was oozing out of Barbara’s cunt and began to smear it up and down her tightly contracting recalcitrant ass hole, as well as on his own rod. He pushed his thick rod against the heavily creased mouth of the tiny meat hole and pushed inward, watching as the layers of dark red folds were opened and the thick rod plunged into the woman’s asshole!

He watched appreciatively as his rod plunged into the bruised ass of the female pilot, watching Barbara’s pained and saddened expression, enjoying the tightness of the virgin’s anus.

Barbara whimpered and moaned, trying her best to tighten her lower body against the intrusion, but her hands and feet were bound, she had just been brutally tortured, and her opponent was simply too powerful. Barbara could only despair and allow herself to be humiliated by her enemy.

The guys on the sidelines were already figuring out in what order they would fuck the female pilot in the ass. And their leader cruelly began to pump his thick meaty rod in and out of Barbara’s torn anus.

Each thrust was like torture for Barbara, the burning pain that burned like fire spreading rapidly throughout her body from her abused anus, and Barbara felt like she had lost control of her body as her limbs began to spasm.

The chief’s rod was deep in Barbara’s anus, squeezing her rectum and causing Barbara to feel a soreness inside her buttocks, coupled with a fiery pain, a torment and humiliation that the young female pilot could not endure.

Barbara almost fainted. Suddenly, she felt that fiery pain in her anus ease, and the chief’s head hung limply on her chest. Almost simultaneously, Barbara heard several gunshots!

For a moment, it seemed that everyone was stunned. Then a hail of gunshots rang out around her, and Barbara saw the guys who had just gang-raped her fall to the ground! A flash of surprise immediately flashed through her mind : “Thank God, they’ve come to save me!!!”

Barbara’s body was pressed against a corpse, and the blood that flowed from that alpha ran down her snow-white breasts. She heard footsteps and lifted her face, which was a mess of tears, sweat and cum, and immediately saw a man with a beard standing over her.

“I came to help you! I’m a friend!”

“Move him, please!” Barbara, with the bleeding body still pressed against her body, the dead man’s rod even still inside her, felt sick to her stomach and cried out hysterically.

“Of course, young lady!” With a gentle smile on his face, Arkan reached out and pulled the body up.

“I’m sorry this happened! We saw the Mu pigs shoot down your plane and came right away. Where’s your pilot? Is he okay?”

“Violet!” Barbara shivered and said, “God! I don’t know what happened to her now!”

“Her?!” Arkan looked at Barbara in surprise, still dragging the bleeding body in her hands.

“The American pilot is she?!” Arkan exclaimed. Despite his best efforts to act like a noble savior, he couldn’t help but get excited at the thought that he would be capturing two female American pilots at once.

But he immediately realized that he had lost his temper, and fortunately Barbara hadn’t noticed. Saved from the brutal gang-rape by the Mu, Barbara felt so happy and excited that she couldn’t even be bothered now to ask about the identity of those who had saved her.

“We have to find her! They are looking for her too! You must help us and find her before something this bad happens to her!!!”

“The radio!” Barbara, who was sobbing excitedly, suddenly cried out, “Why did I forget the radio!”

“Maybe I can find her. Those things were around here at my clothes and they threw it on the ground when they… attacked me.”

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Velcoli had now ascended a small hill where she could make contact with Gus’s F-14 that was circling overhead by turning on her radio.

Neither Gus nor Gumby could see who or how Velcoli’s plane was shot down because of the cloud cover. But they kept circling, hoping to get news of the two female pilots. Now their plane had very little fuel left and could only hold out for a little while to hear Velcoli’s brief account before they had to return.

Velcoli succinctly recounts how her plane was shot down without getting a radar warning, and she also talks about the situation where there are now people behind her chasing her. Velcoli paused for a moment to talk about how she had lost contact with Barbara and wondered how she was doing.

Gus insisted on hearing Velcoli’s report and immediately cut contact to return.

“That’s her! That’s Velkori! She’s alive!!!” Barbara also heard Velcoli’s conversation with Gus over the radio and immediately perked up.

Despite not being able to understand Velkori’s current conversation with HQ, the facts were clear: the female pilot had made contact with HQ and could be rescued at any time. The next piece of information made Arkan even more nervous.

“Velcro, Mother says you’ll get the ‘puppy’ pre-prepared and the ‘tarpaulin’ already laid. I repeat: Mother does not want you to stay where you are and get your puppy. It’s all up to you now. Good luck!”

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Barbara also heard it all through the radio held in Arkan’s hand.

“Please let me have a word with them and tell them I’m fine now!” She asked.

Barbara was now wearing her flight suit, and despite the fact that it had been torn a bit, it still felt comfortable on her. Barbara still felt sticky on her cum and sweat covered body and it seemed that something was now running between her legs making her feel like a dirty woman now.

She didn’t like the look in the eyes of the men who had saved her life, except for that alpha. Barbara felt that as long as she stayed with that alpha, she would be safe.

Arkan grabbed the radio and said, “Wait a while! My boss wants to use this opportunity for publicity, you should understand, right?”

“Now I’d like to know what ‘mother’ and ‘puppy’ and ‘tarp’ mean in those conversations. Finding your pilot is the most important thing right now, and you don’t want her to get caught and attacked, do you?”

Barbara had great trust in the man who had saved her life. “Yes. ‘Mother’ means Higher Command, which is the ‘Eisenhower’ that transported us here. ‘Puppy’ means the landing site, which is where we went to wait for the helicopter rescue, and our puppy is in the valley ahead. ‘Tarp’ refers to the rescue operation.”

“Oh, I see. Please tell me exactly where your ‘pups’ are so we can go protect your pilot! I will surprise her!”

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Velkori ended the communication as she looked down the hill where a number of shimmering objects were moving about.

“They’re looking for me!” She thought to herself, looking at her destination – the valley on the other side of the mountain.

“It looks like I’m going to have to climb over this mountain!”

Carefully dodging the glittering fellows of the woods, Velcoli began to make her way towards the valley side. Crawling through the mountains on a cold winter’s night, Velkori felt like she was almost freezing, and her flight suit and long underwear couldn’t drive away the cold outside.

Velcoli knew she had to keep moving or she would freeze to death or fall into the hands of her enemies. She made her way through the woods, crossed a small river, and gradually got closer and closer to the valley. At this point Velcorie began to feel desperately hungry, and she had no food with her, so she had to push on.

By the time Velcorie crested the hill and began to enter the valley, she felt herself on the verge of exhaustion, not only were her legs becoming as heavy as lead, but her stomach was beginning to ache, and she was seeing stars in front of her eyes. She felt that if she couldn’t find any more food at this point, she would soon lose her body heat and pass out.

As dawn broke, Velcoli suddenly saw a dilapidated barn in the valley! With little hesitation she decided to venture in and take a look. With her pistol in her hand, Velcoli carefully stepped inside.

The dilapidated barn was full of cow manure, and as Velcoli walked into the storage area in disappointment, she saw some already dried turnips thrown on the floor. Velcorie picked up a dirty turnip and felt a wave of revulsion. Still, she sighed and helplessly cut off a slice and put it in her mouth.

The already half-rotted and frozen turnip in her mouth made Velkori feel sick to her stomach, but she chewed it with all her strength.

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Arkan smiled and said, “Thank you, Lieutenant Malone! Oh, that’s too formal, I’ll just call you ‘Barbara’. You’ve been a great help to us, and in particular, I found your mention of your companion, Velkori, very interesting, and she seems to be a wonderful woman. I will be glad to get to know her in that ‘puppy’ of yours.

There.”

“Now… I have a favor to ask you. Please turn your face toward the truck window, Barbara.”

Barbara looked suspiciously at her rescuer and suddenly realized he was holding a pistol to himself!

“Hey… What are you doing? … I don’t understand…”

“Face towards the window! You stupid bitch! It wasn’t the Mu who brought you down, it was my people! You Americans are so naive. You go all over the world shutting down gossip and you’re surprised that people hate you for it?

Turn your face toward the window!!!”

Surprised and puzzled, Barbara slowly turned her head toward the rear window of the SUV.

Arkan immediately grabbed Barbara’s arms and twisted them behind her back, handcuffing Barbara’s hands with handcuffs, and the bodyguard sitting in the front seat of the car immediately laughed.

Arkan cuffed Barbara’s hands, then turned her face around and pushed her down into the back seat of the car. He pointed a pistol at Barbara’s head as he peeled back her blouse, leaving Barbara’s fine, full breasts exposed.

Arkan gently patted his hand over Barbara’s well-proportioned, firm, but scarred breasts, on which two little things had stood up in nervous shame.

“No, please don’t… don’t do this to me! … please!” Barbara couldn’t help but tremble and plead as she felt Arkan’s hands on her bare skin. After the brutal gang-rape she had just been subjected to, to be tortured again so soon, the young female pilot could not take it anymore. Barbara felt paralyzed and had no courage or strength to resist at all.

“I’m going to show you something, my little American pilot. Some of the gadgets I use to get a woman’s attention!”

Arkan said, pulling out some extremely elastic thin fishing line from his pocket and placing it in his lap. With a quick movement, he made the fishing line look like two lassoes, and then tied one end of the lasso precisely to the slender nipples of the topless female pilot!

Barbara had tensed and gasped, all she could feel was a sharp pain coming from her sensitive nipples as the fishing line was strangled tightly, and she couldn’t help but leave her seat with the tug of the line in Arkan’s hand.

Arkan lifted the line in his hand like a toy, leading the female pilot, whose hands were cuffed behind her back, to stumble across the floor and fall to her knees at her feet.

Barbara felt her nipples ache as if they were going to be cut off, and the pain was so sharp and intense that she couldn’t help but cry out: “Oh! Please don’t! Please, please, please don’t torture me. This, this hurts too much! … I’ll do anything you want, please stop!”

The fishing line had definitely stopped pulling, and Barbara looked up with tears in her eyes to see Arkan standing in front of her as he began to unzip his pants and pull out his long, dark, thick prick. The hard rod slammed into Barbara’s face and she flinched subconsciously.

“Lick it! Barbara!” Arkan commanded as he gently shook the fishing line in his hand.

Barbara immediately screamed loudly and miserably again as she choked and moved her head closer to Akan’s rod, crying and opening her mouth, she stuck out her soft tongue and licked at the thing. When Barbara’s tongue licked Akan’s thick, hot dick, immediately a bad taste entered her mouth and nose and Barbara almost threw up.

Arkan held his prick in his hand so that it was as high as the top of Barbara’s head on her knees, so that Barbara would have to raise her head to lick it from the bottom up. With the fishing line in his hand, Akan guided the girl to lick his dick carefully, stimulating himself with her soft tongue and warm little mouth, and he loved this domination of the woman kneeling in front of him.

Barbara’s humiliating servitude made Arkan feel like he was about to explode, and he held on for a moment before finally dropping the line in his hand, grabbing Barbara’s hair in his hands, and pressing her face against his lower back as he furiously thrust into her mouth! Each of his thrusts made the American woman feel like she was about to choke as his thick rod pushed right into Barbara’s throat.

“Yes, you must think it’s too much, don’t you? Bitch! You can tell that ‘Velcoli’

What’s it like to be a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend? Fuck you bitch!!!”

Barbara tried to calm down, but she just couldn’t do it, even breathing was difficult, and she could only use the moments when Arkan drew back his rod to catch her breath. Arkan was practically riding Barbara’s face now, pumping hard, causing the female pilot to feel both numbness and pain in her mouth, drool running down the corners of her mouth that she couldn’t close.

As Arkan’s thrusts became faster and rougher, Barbara had felt on the verge of passing out. Arkan’s extremely fast thrusts had rendered Barbara completely breathless, feeling as if she were swimming in the dark.

Feeling extremely frightened and helpless, Barbara crouched and convulsed on the floor, gold stars shooting before her eyes as she allowed Arkan to savagely brutalize her mouth and roughly rub his face against hers.

Before Barbara lost consciousness, she experienced for the first time the bitter taste of having her mouth and throat filled with cum. Arkan gagged Barbara with his rod and shot a huge amount of fishy hot semen all down her throat without missing a beat, completely depriving her of the possibility to breathe, and the female pilot then felt falling into an infinite darkness.

Barbara didn’t know how long she had been unconscious, and when she awoke, she found herself still lying on the floor of the SUV with her hands cuffed. The fishing line was still tightly wrapped around Barbara’s nipples, and because the engorgement had lasted so long, Barbara felt only a dull ache there. She looked sadly at her naked breasts, the two petite nipples already swollen and bruised from the strangulation.

Barbara could feel the car moving and heard Akan talking in the front seat. The salty, fishy taste and sticky sensation in her mouth immediately reminded Barbara of the horrible encounter she had just had, lying in the bumpy car in a miserable situation and brutal abuse that had completely collapsed the female pilot.

“Oh, Violet!” Barbara thought, “Oh my God! I can’t believe I told them where to find you!”

Nightmare in Bosnia and Herzegovina (IV)

At dawn, Velcorie had passed through the last of the woods and approached the agreed upon spot. Though she was cold and hungry at the moment, Velkori couldn’t contain her excitement at the thought of being saved in another hour or two.

Velkori knew that all she had to do now was go there and signal. She carefully made her way through the undergrowth and across the grass when she suddenly saw a strange object ahead of her!

Velcro’s heart lifted for a moment, for it was Barbara! She stopped immediately, something must be wrong here! Velcorie saw Barbara with her back against a tree, her flight suit ripped away from her body, exposing her breasts! Velcoli also saw Barbara shaking her head, but not speaking.

As Velcorie gazed at Barbara, a group of men stood up from the bushes around Barbara!

“Surrender, Lieutenant! There are my men everywhere, you can’t escape!!!”

Velkori looked nervously in all directions, enemies had appeared on her way in as well, completely encircling her.

Velcro rushed to pull the pistol from her belt.

“Don’t do anything stupid!” A man with a gun in his hand pointed at Barbara’s head shouted, “If you shoot I’ll kill your friend! Drop your gun!!!”

Velcoli hesitated for a few seconds and dropped her pistol to the ground. Immediately, several men came over and twisted Velcoli’s hands behind her back and put the pistol to her head. Velcoli did not resist and was escorted by them toward Barbara.

Velcro saw Barbara’s mouth gagged and tied to the tree, her ample breasts exposed from her stripped flight suit nipples bound with fishing line and pulled downward far beyond their original length. From the look in Barbara’s eyes it was clear that the pain must have been horrendous! Barbara’s face was smeared with dried semen, a white filth that spoke volumes about what had happened to her.

“They’ve raped her!” The thought flashed through Vercoli’s mind, “I’ll be next!”

But when Vercoli saw that they had hurt Barbara, she was more angry than worried about herself at the moment.

“Bastard! Brave men! Is this how you bully a weak girl? Do… do you bastards have to do this to make your asses feel good?!”

Of the Serbs, only Akan could understand the angry female pilot’s curses, and to Velkoli’s surprise, he laughed out loud. Akan told the others in Serbian that they had finally met a woman who was different from the crying Mujahideen women, who were really brave and stubborn!

Then he turned to the angry Velcoli: “Ah, Lieutenant Velcoli, I’m so glad to see you! Barbara has told me much about her strong, brilliant companion, and I have plans for you!”

Velkori was a little surprised, but quickly regained her composure.

“I’m not afraid of you guys! Our men are on their way here. You better think for yourself! You rapist!”

“Maybe…” smiled Akan as he fiddled with Barbara’s radio in his hand.

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An hour later, Arkan walked into an abandoned barn leading Barbara, who kept screaming in panic, another section of the rope in his hand tied to Barbara’s ample breasts, exposed from her flight suit, and the two small nipples that had been stretched out of shape. Barbara also had a rope tied around her neck, the other end of which was tied around Velcoli’s neck.

Velcoli followed with a face full of anger, she didn’t dare to resist as it would cause Barbara more pain and even tear her two poor nipples apart. Velcro tried her best to put on a brave face in front of Barbara, but she was still so nervous that she was already drenched in a cold sweat as she watched herself and Barbara being led inside this filthy barn full of trash and used farm equipment.

The two women were taken under a huge, heavy beam, and one soldier pointed his rifle at Velcoli while the other two guys began to tightly tie ropes around her military boots, then pulled Velcoli’s legs apart as hard as they could and tied them to each of two heavy, discarded farm tractors.

Velcorie felt her legs being pulled almost to the point of splitting apart, a pain shot through the roots of her thighs and ankles, and she could now only barely stand on the ground on her toes, her legs spread wide apart in the abandoned barn.

Arkan proceeded to untie the end of the rope tied around the necks of the two female pilots around Barbara’s neck and handed it to one of the guards. That guard looped the rope around the beam above Velcoli’s head and yanked hard, hoisting Velcoli up!

With her hands cuffed behind her back Velcro struggled frantically, feeling herself hanging from the rope around her neck as if she were on a gallows, afraid that these guys were going to hang themselves in front of Barbara!!!?

But when the guards saw that Velcoli’s body had been hoisted up, they quickly secured the ropes and then unlocked the handcuffs on her hands. The two guards twisted Velcoli’s arms behind her back and pulled them straight, then began to carefully and firmly tie Velcoli’s arms together with rope, starting at her wrists and working their way up to her shoulders.

Velcorie was now feeling uncomfortable, her body was all supported by her toes that could barely stand on the ground, and her two arms were also suspended from the beams with ropes, pulling her arms and shoulders very painfully. The rope around her neck was not as tight as the one she had just strangled, Velcro had no problem breathing, but she still didn’t dare to move around, otherwise she would still be unable to catch her breath.

Seeing the robust female pilot completely defenseless, hanging from the beams by the ropes around her neck and arms, Arkan took a small knife from his belt and walked over to her with a smile. He began to unzip the zippers on the clothes on Velkori’s body, using the pocketknife to fix the places where he couldn’t.

Velcoli felt panic and anger, but couldn’t fight back. Barbara and the other men watched as Arkan slowly cut and peeled the flight suit and underwear from Velcro’s body, bit by bit. Velcro tried to remain calm, but the cold knife against her exposed skin made her shiver, and soon she was naked except for the boots on her feet, dangling naked in front of Arkan.

Arkan surveyed the naked female pilot in front of him with appreciative and greedy eyes; Velkori’s breasts were very full, the nipples on her two large breasts were much larger than normal and very surprisingly hard, and the attractive fleshy pussy between her legs looked very fertile under the blonde pubic hair covering her lower body.

“Yes, you have a great body!” Arkan looked greedily at Velkori’s naked, wonderful body, and couldn’t help but run his hands up her flat belly, holding both of Velkori’s plump breasts on her chest with both hands as if they were weighing them, his thumbs pressing on both nipples.

“You can’t! This is a war crime! I demand that you treat me in accordance with the Geneva Conventions!” A furious Velcoli shouted.

“Oh, I think I can do that! I’ve been doing this for years, and there’s none of your stupid Geneva Convention here, my mighty American! No one can help you, you’re mine now!”

Arkan said as he began to use the fishing line in his hand on both of Velcoli’s large, plump breasts.

He carefully tied the fishing line around Velcro’s right nipple first, then tightened it so hard that the nylon thread went deep into the hardening and stiffening nipple.

Velkoli watched in horror as the nylon threads were tightly tied around her nipples, and an unbearable pain shot through her chest, and she immediately screamed, “Ah! …you bastard! AH! … Stop it!

AHHHHHH!!!”

Paying no attention to the female pilot’s pain, Arkan proceeded to tie the other end of the fishing line just as tightly around Velcoli’s left nipple, and he strangled it as hard as he could, stopping only when he saw that the two tender red nipples had become engorged and enlarged to a purplish red color.

Velcro could hardly believe that her nipples had been subjected to such torture, the pain made her feel as if they had been strangled and she was in a cold sweat.

Arkan held the fishing line tied at both ends to Velcoli’s nipples in his hands and began to shake it. Velcoli screamed loudly and both of her large, plump breasts began to jiggle violently up and down with the fishing line as the guards watching laughed.

Velcro now hated the guy standing in front of her, torturing and teasing her, but she knew she couldn’t have a seizure yet, she would have to hold on to endure the torture and beatings to come. Velcro thought she had to give something to buy some time for the people who had rescued her and Barbara, and she thought she might be able to lie to pretend to be cooperative.

“Ah! Okay, okay! I can’t stand it anymore! What do you want to know?!”

“Know? I don’t want to know anything… except how much pain you can endure! I don’t care about your stupid military secrets, the ones you can know from CNN! I’m just a simple and happy person. I just want to hear your screams… and pleas!”

Velkori could hardly believe her ears that this man was so sick!

Arkan then began to continue his assault on both of Velcoli’s already engorged nipples, pinching the soft, delicate little beads of flesh between his thumb and forefinger, causing the bound woman to let out a constant, wrenching scream.

“Ah! … stop, stop! AH!!! I, I won’t beg you!”

“Well, I’ll see how long you can hold back. I’ll rape you and then I’ll teach you how to open your mouth and plead with me! Your friend has been very obedient now. You know, she’s the one who told us how to find you.”

Arkan said getting out of the way of the body and Velkori struggled to try and get a look at Barbara, but the ropes around her neck prevented her from looking down and leveling her eyes, but her instincts told her it was true, Barbara had betrayed herself!

Although Velcoli believed that Barbara had been tortured to do this, she still felt a great deal of anger in her heart.

Akan removed the gag from Barbara’s mouth, pulled on the fishing line tied around both of her nipples, and tugged the screaming young woman to her knees in front of Velcoli. He forced Barbara’s face to Velcoli’s bare bottom, looking at Velcoli’s attractive blonde pubic hair and the tantalizingly fat pussy.

Arkan signaled Barbara to go ahead and tongue Velcoli’s pussy, and he pushed Barbara’s face down to the base of Velcoli’s thighs, and Barbara obediently licked up those blonde curls. Arkan held the line in his hand, guiding the young girl’s movements, while his men laughed at the young female pilot’s cheap and lewd behavior.

When Velcoli realized that she was being licked by a woman on her private parts, she subconsciously twisted to avoid it. In Velcoli’s mind, life should be pleasurable. She liked to actively enjoy the sex act, not passively, or even still passively, having this kind of thing with a woman. And when that woman was her friend and subordinate Barbara, it was even more unacceptable.

The sensation of Barbara’s soft tongue touching Velcro’s sensitive and delicate parts caused the blonde to feel a sense of nausea and revulsion, but that wasn’t even the most painful taste. Velcro felt her nipples ache as if they were on fire, and her arms, which were tied and dangling behind her back, ached as if they were about to be disconnected from their position at the shoulders. Worst of all, Velcro’s mind flashed back to what she had heard about what had happened to Major Diana Baker, who had been captured by the Iraqis in the Gulf War! What had happened to Major Baker!

Velcro’s fear of being gang-raped by them had outweighed her revulsion at this current behavior on Barbara’s part.

Barbara carefully licked every inch of Velcoli’s lower body, and the sensation of her tongue touching the delicate, tender flesh of her friend made her shiver. Despite the fact that in Barbara had fantasized about making love to Velcoli, the situation at this point made her feel a strong sense of guilt. Barbara had to admit in the back of her mind that her friend’s toned and beautiful body was turning her on, and she could feel Velcro’s trembling through her tongue, which she obviously didn’t like. Barbara felt a little surprised that she could feel aroused when Velcoli was in so much pain.

Arkan signaled Barbara to stop and walked away. Barbara fell to her knees in silence and watched Velcoli’s suspended, naked body sweating and trembling softly before her. A guy came up and reached out to roughly rub Velcoli’s huge breasts and mesmerizing bottom, and the female pilot’s body swayed gently under the man’s wanton motions, but Velcoli kept her lips tightly shut and only moaned softly now and then. Barbara felt a great deal of shame and fear, and was afraid to speak to Velcoli.

Soon Arkan walked back in, carrying a half-drunk bottle of wine. He ordered Barbara to stand up and, to Barbara’s surprise, he uncuffed her.

“Strip off your clothes! Show us what you can do for us, American bitch!”

Barbara hesitated for a moment and had to carry out the humiliating order. Barbara slowly undressed and stood naked in front of Arkan and his men. Being naked in this way was so embarrassing and humiliating to Barbara that she wanted to crawl through a crack. Barbara put her hands on her lush grass, hoping to shield herself from the greedy eyes of these guys.

“Put your hands at your sides so we can get a better look!”

Barbara slowly removed her hand, her head bowed hard as a fever flared in her face.

“You son of a bitch! Don’t touch her!!!” The hanged Velcro still cursed shrilly.

“Ha, still so mean? Good, I like you like that! I think you’re probably better than that Croat army bitch I captured two years ago. She was just as strong as you, and she screamed and cursed wonderfully for a whole week.”

Facing the light coming in through the doorway, Arkan smiled at Velcoli’s snow-white nude body, a piece of fishing line tied between her two heavy breasts, the blonde pilotess still writhing and struggling unyieldingly with her hands, feet and neck bound with ropes.

He scanned the barn and saw some raw  wire on the abandoned machine. Arkan walked over and cut a section with his pocket knife, then chipped off the insulating plastic skin at one end to reveal the metal wire inside.

Velkori shivered as she watched Arkan’s actions and suddenly realized his intentions. She almost opened her mouth to beg for mercy, but her pride stopped the humiliating thought.

Arkan took a few swings of this newly made whip and felt satisfied. He looked at the nervous looking female pilot and suddenly swung this ‘whip’ one at a time across Velkori’s bare thighs!

Immediately, thin, long, bloody marks appeared on Vercoli’s snow-white, taut thighs! She clenched her teeth tightly, shivering with each lashing, her legs twitching up.

Slowly Akan jerked upward along the woman’s naked body, passing over the flat belly, the sharp wires landing on Velcoli’s large bare breasts!

Immediately, Velkori frantically shook her bound limbs, her body rocking violently. Her pride would not allow her to give in to her enemies, but she immediately forgot her pride when the first stroke of Arkan’s whip hit her delicate chest.

“Ah! Oh! No, no, please! No!!!”

Arkan lashed hard against the two strikingly red and swollen nipples on the female pilot’s bare chest! Velkori felt as if she were being tortured as if she were being flayed, as if a red-hot needle was sticking in her sensitive and delicate breasts, and each lash almost made her faint while she let out a wrenching scream!

Arkan carefully tortured Velkori’s ample, massive breasts until one of the soft globes of flesh was already covered in thin trails of blood, and turned to the other.

Velcro had nearly fainted from the pain, and the pain was too much for her to bear as she watched the horribly tiny whip marks spread all over her proud, plump breasts. She screamed instinctively, shaking her naked body as hard as she could, and began to plead.

“Ah, ah! Stop, stop! Do whatever you want with me! Please, please stop…”

As if he hadn’t heard the woman’s screams and pleas, Akan continued to brutally torture the female pilot’s ample breasts, causing the woman to scream and cry.

Barbara watched in horror as Velcoli hissed and tearfully begged Arkan to stop. Seeing her doppleganger and friend so tortured suddenly restored Barbara’s courage.

“Let her go, let her go! You guys hit me! Let me take her place!!!”

One of Akan’s men grabbed Barbara and pinned her to the ground. Akan then continued to torture the weeping and wailing female pilot without stopping.

Velkori felt her breasts had begun to bleed and the pain was causing her to be on the verge of passing out. All thoughts of resistance were gone now, she was only thinking of how she could get out of this brutal torture, and no longer even caring what she was saying, the proud female pilot began to plead without regard to her shame.

“Oh! Ah, ah… Please, I beg you, let me suck your dick, anything! Please, stop…”

Akan paused and ran his hands over his already scarred breasts and thighs, feeling the woman’s naked flesh shiver.

He was satisfied now that the American female pilot had completely succumbed. Arkan dragged Barbara over to Velcoli’s right leg, which was tied to the farm equipment, and handcuffed her hands to Velcoli’s leg, then stepped aside to grab a bottle of wine and drink.

Arkan walked back with the bottle and said to Barbara, who was crouched on her knees by Velcoli’s legs, “Lick her bitchy pussy! Bitch! Lick her!”

Barbara pressed her face against Velcoli’s bruised thighs and licked up the female pilot’s flesh with her tongue. She felt her companion’s body shivering and licked as gently as she could, trying to calm the suffering female pilot.

Velcro was almost unconscious from the torture she had just endured, but Barbara’s gentle movements brought her back to her senses. With the warmth of Barbara’s tongue touching her sensitive, tender flesh, Velcoli realized her humiliating situation again.

“No. Oh, Barbara, stop! You don’t, oh…”

Barbara looked up to see Arkan pressing the bottle in his hand against Velcoli’s flesh. Velcoli’s firm, well-proportioned belly contracted violently, but the neck of the bottle in Arkan’s hand slowly penetrated the pussy she was doing her best to resist and stabbed in.

Arkan laughed, holding the bottle and thrusting it back and forth into the blonde’s flesh. A weak moan escaped Velkori’s lips and her lower body squirmed, feeling nothing but immense humiliation except for the pain from the hard neck of the bottle grinding against the dry walls of flesh.

“Begging me to fuck you! Bitch!!!”

All Velcorie could do now was to do her best to restrain herself as she felt herself on the verge of a breakdown. Velcorie had just been ready to accept any humiliation or degradation in order to beg Arkan to stop the brutal torture. Now, despite the fact that she felt so ashamed that she had fallen so low as to submit like Barbara, she did not dare to resist and incur an even more brutal beating.

“Please… come, fuck… me…” whispered Velkori, almost crying out in shame. At this point, she thought of dying, but she couldn’t do it, and only waited in great despair and sorrow.

Arkan continued to pump the bottle in and out of the female pilot’s lower pussy a few times. He took the bottle in his hand and looked at it in the light. Velkori felt a wave of nausea in her heart as she saw Arkan put the mouth of the bottle, which had just been inserted into her pussy, under his nose and sniffed it, then cursed viciously, “Yuck! Nothing! The bitch isn’t even wet!”

Arkan walked up behind Velcro, and Velcro felt him begin to roughly squeeze her plump, fat ass.

Velcro’s heart seized up. In her old sex life, she never let anyone fuck her from behind; Velcoli thought anal sex was shameful. But now Velcorie realized that this guy was going to sodomize her, and she couldn’t stop the shameful act. Velcoli tried her best to relax herself, but couldn’t do it.

Velcro felt the hard neck of the bottle squeezing forcefully into her tightly contracted anus, and a physical convulsion accompanied by mental fear struck her so that she instead felt no pain from having her anus stretched open.

Arkan struggled to insert the bottle into the ever-so-gently writhing woman’s ass as he slowly began to sodomize the panicked female pilot with it.

“Ah, it’s tight! You’re pretty fucking tight! Since you’re so cuntish and cold, I’m going to show you how I fuck you, a strong American slut, like a man! What do you think? American bitch!”

Velcro said nothing as she felt a ripping pain that was intense, but the humiliation was even more intense.

Arkan pulled the bottle out of Velcoli’s ass, then he yanked Barbara, who was kneeling by Velcoli’s legs, by her wet black hair, yanked her face down to Velcoli’s quivering, snow-white, big ass, and pressed the bottle in his hand against it, smeared with the filth from the blonde pilot’s anus.

“Lick it clean! You little bitch!” The bottle in Arkan’s hand touched Barbara’s lips.

Barbara had an embarrassed look on her face as she stretched her head and shuddered as she took the dirty neck of the bottle into her mouth. The dirty specks of feces on the neck of the bottle faded onto Barbara’s soft tongue, and Arkan laughed harshly, suddenly pushing the bottle hard into Barbara’s mouth, all the way up to her throat.

Barbara felt a blackout all of a sudden, and without waiting to react, the spirits had already poured down her throat, and immediately she felt her stomach turn over as if it were on fire. Arkan smiled broadly and pulled the bottle out of Barbara’s mouth, putting it in his own mouth and taking a big gulp.

Arkan patted Barbara, who was coughing violently on her staff, with his hand and pointed to the small, round hole between the two plump mounds of Velcoli’s flesh that her face was pressed against.

Obediently, Barbara buried her face between her companion’s plump mounds of flesh and slipped her own tongue into the small, feverishly opening and closing hole of flesh and sucked on it. Barbara moved her body, feeling the naked, plump flesh in front of her squirming to avoid the poking and sucking of her tongue.

“No, no! … Barbara, you can’t, don’t… stop!”

Velcro felt her abused ass being arched against Barbara’s face, and a throbbing sensation hit her, and she felt shivering and a blur before her eyes.

As if she had lost her mind, Barbara numbly pressed her face against her companion’s sweaty ass and kept licking her tongue over and over the twitching little hole of flesh until Arkan pulled her away by her hair.

Arkan slid his rod into Barbara’s mouth and Barbara immediately wrapped her lips and tongue around it and sucked hard. Barbara felt like she was trying to lubricate Arkan’s cock as much as she could for Velcoli’s sake, and she sucked so hard that her saliva coated the thickened up rod again, while running down the corners of Barbara’s mouth.

Velcro felt a wave of nausea as she listened to Barbara’s “chirping” behind her as she sucked on Arkan’s cock, unable to believe that her companion had become so cheap and shameless that she was actually acting like a whore!

Arkan pushed Barbara, who kept sucking on his rod, away from him, now feeling that his rod had become even thicker after Barbara’s submissive servings.

He was ready, pressing his thick rod against Velcro’s opening and closing asshole and then squeezing in hard!

Arkan found that despite having just been prepared with the bottle and Barbara’s tongue, the female pilot’s anus was still very much resisting, and the woman was almost all over the place, wiggling her fat ass against it.

Arkan grabbed Velcoli’s bruised ass and pushed in hard! Just a quarter of the way into the thick rod, a wail of pain was heard from the American woman.

“Ah, ah!!! … no, no ！！！！”

Arkan paused to take in the tightness and convulsions of the American female pilot’s virgin anus and the hot, soft ass that kept writhing smoothly like a stream of water beneath his own body. He moved both hands around to Velcoli’s front and grabbed both of her large, sweaty, red, swollen breasts, freshly tortured, and pinched the nipples strangled by the nylon threads with both hands.

Arkan cupped the female pilot’s ample breasts in his hands as his body pushed hard and slowly drove his rod all the way into Velcro’s tight asshole.

Barbara leaned her face against Velcro’s ass, her hands caressing her firm, plump thighs, and felt Velcro’s legs quivering. Barbara watched as Arkan’s thick rod stretched open his companion’s opening and closing narrow fleshy hole a little, opening those overlapping folds and thrusting in. She was literally afraid that the thick thing would tear Velcoli’s body apart.

Arkan gradually felt his rod being wrapped in hot, twitching, tender flesh, and some wet liquid dripped out, which he knew was the woman’s torn anus bleeding. Cruelly, he pulled at the nylon threads strangling the female pilot’s nipples with his hands as he began to thrust briefly but forcefully, his mouth abusing the ravished woman.

“Feel my rod in your ass? Do you like it? … it’s okay, you’ll learn to like it! From now on you’re nothing but a lowly whore, a bitch!”

Velcoli now felt double the pain coming from her abused nipples and anus, especially the anus that was being raped by Arkan’s thick rod, a great pressure and fire like pain was tormenting the poor female pilot. Velcro had completely succumbed to this brutal abuse, and she began to cry loudly and unashamedly, begging Arkan to stop this horrible torture.

Arkan paid no attention to the female pilot’s cries and pleas as he pressed his body against the sweat-slick and constantly struggling and writhing flesh, and after a moment’s adjustment, he began to thrust powerfully and violently!

“Awww, oh! Ah ！！！！！ … ah, ah, ah ！！！！！” As Arkan raped her roughly, Velkori burst into tears and cried out shrilly.

The female pilot’s wails of woe caused Arkan to poke even harder, his attention now fully focused on how powerfully and deeply his rod was penetrating the woman’s ass, that friction against the fleshy walls of the struggling female pilot’s anus turning him on beyond measure, while Velcoli’s cries and screams became the most beautiful music to accompany his pleasure.

Finally, Arkan ejaculated in the female pilot’s anus, thick cum filling the small, torn hole of flesh. Velkori felt a fiery jet of liquid shoot into her body as the thick, murderous weapon slowly withdrew.

There was only an obscene and shameful emptiness in Velcro’s consciousness now, sluggishly moaning and whimpering, but she believed that the most horrible and cruel abuse was finally over.

Arkan was using Barbara’s mouth to clean his cock, which was a mess of cum, blood and shit.

Barbara closed her eyes, full of humiliation as she licked the disgusting filth from Arkan’s rod into her mouth.

Above Barbara’s head, Velcro’s rope-bound, hanging nude body trembled and panted as heavily as if it had been on a long journey. Without the rope dangling from her neck, Velcoli’s limp head would have dropped to her chest. She had stopped wailing and crying, and was only weeping silently. The strong female pilot had restrained herself, her rope-bound, standing body dripping with sweat, her still half-open asshole dripping sticky white cum that mixed with blood and ran down her firm, delicate thighs.

Arkan pulled his rod out of Barbara’s mouth and left the two bound women. Barbara clutched Velcro’s trembling thighs and whimpered.

“Oh, Velkori. I’m sorry, I… please forgive me!”

Nightmare in Bosnia and Herzegovina (V)

Barbara glanced toward the door and immediately realized that their miserable encounter was going to continue! A large group of men had walked in with their pants down!

Arkan smiled wickedly and said to a terrified Barbara, “Yes! Barbara, there are more people waiting to serve your friend! She killed their friends and loved ones, so she must be punished! Her punishment is their pleasure! You must serve them!”

The men came up behind Velcro, and now Velcro knew what fate was in store for her; she was to be gang-raped endlessly! This horrible thought caused the female pilot to panic and despair.

Suddenly, Velcro felt a flash of light as she saw that Arkan’s cameraman had begun to set up a camera in front of her, ready to film the scene of her being gang-raped – and raped from the ass!

At once, an indescribable despair and horror struck. Velcoli immediately realized that her impending tragic abuse would be filmed and seen by her family and colleagues! This great sense of humiliation was far more frightening to Velcro than the gang rape itself!

“No! … please! At least don’t film it! Let me do anything, please ┅┅┅┅ turn it off!!!! … Please…”

But no one cared about the female pilot’s cries and pleas. When she had completely broken down and kept crying and begging for mercy and begging them to turn off the camera, the first man had already started to warm up with Barbara’s mouth.

The guy pressed his Barbara’s saliva-covered rod against the violently shaking and struggling Velcoli’s ass, then held the female pilot’s voluptuous naked body as he plunged in powerfully, the cum left in Velcoli’s anus allowing his cock to enter the woman’s body smoothly.

Velcoli screamed as that fiery pain once again came from her pussy behind her. In front of her, the camera relentlessly recorded everything about the rape of the female pilot, the ropes around Velcoli’s neck preventing her from lowering her head in shame, capturing all the desperation and humiliation on her face without missing a beat.

Velcro now felt like she was being raped both physically and mentally, with a man raping her ass behind her back while the camera in front of her captured it all!

Barbara had been stunned as she watched the man’s rod tear into Velcoli’s asshole, stretching out the elastic folds and moving in and out between her companion’s plump, snow-white mounds of flesh. She shuddered to imagine what Velcoli was feeling at the moment; it was a hundred times more horrible than the abuse she herself had been subjected to!

The first guy left Velcro’s ass, sticky cum filling the female pilot’s raped anus once again.

Now it was Barbara’s turn again, and the guy slid the cum- and filth-soaked rod into her mouth, and Barbara shuddered and licked it.

The guy and his friend were shouting taunting insults at Barbara from the side. Barbara was completely overwhelmed by humiliation and helplessness; never before would she have dared to imagine herself sucking a man’s cock covered in cum and filth?

Another guy replaced him, and he wasn’t even patient enough to use Barbara’s mouth anymore, but instead plunged his thick rod hard into the still-unclosed cum-dripping hole. He plunged in so ferociously, as if he were trying to poke through the female pilot’s body.

He thrust violently, raping the bound female pilot. His muffled grunts mixed with Velcoli’s hoarse screams. Instead of cumming inside Velcoli, this time the guy thrust for a while and then pulled out, spraying out into Barbara’s face as she knelt on the floor. Then he shoved his rod into the mouth of the brunette whose face was dripping with sticky cum.

Immediately after that, another guy started to rape the female pilot who had already lost her ability to resist and was just shaking weakly. Velcro’s anus, which had lost its elasticity and was generally shamelessly open, met the vigorously thrusting rod against her will. He gave a few ferocious thrusts, then pulled out and put it into the mouth of Barbara, who was kneeling to one side, so that she could fully taste the fluids he and his companion were ejecting inside the female pilot’s body and the inside of her companion’s abused meat-hole, and then proceeded to thrust it back into Velcoli’s meat-hole again, hard.

The camera faithfully and comprehensively recorded the scene of Velcoli’s brutal gang-rape, it clearly captured the female pilot’s expression filled with sorrow and humiliation, the moans and screams coming out of her mouth. Stripped naked and bound, the female pilot was endlessly gang-raped by the men behind her back, her healthy, plump, naked body writhing and struggling in agony, constituting an unbelievably obscene and violent image.

The delicate, taut skin of the naked Velcoli in front of the camera was covered in sweat, her head dangling from the ropes unable to turn, only to face the cruel camera so that it would record without omission the tears of shame that were streaming down the face of the proud female pilot and all the details of her anal rape by the man.

Velcro’s struggles were getting weaker and weaker, her anus and rectum had lost their sensation, there was no more burning pain. She felt her back pussy become slippery, making humiliating “plopping” noises as her foe pumped in and out.

Finally some impatient guys began to walk up to the female pilot and, back and forth with their companions who were sodomizing the woman, began to roughly rape Velkori, impaling her still fundamentally dry pussy with their hard meaty rods.

Velcro had now become a piece of meat caught between two shamelessly grinning guys, with two thick things simultaneously plunging into her two little flesh holes in front and behind her in a pistoning motion! Velcro felt the two rods of meat as if they were dueling inside her body, heavily penetrating her holes and then crashing together, and the intense pain made her lose the strength to even cry out, almost fainting.

By the time all the men had finished venting on the bound female pilot, Velcoli was semi-conscious, her healthy and beautiful flesh horribly ravaged. Velcro’s tight, rounded asshole had been transformed into a filthy gash overflowing with men’s semen, and the constant flow of white liquid formed a stain up to her knees on her plump, firm thighs; her front pussy was similarly crumpled, with white fluid dripping from her red, swollen, outwardly turned pussy. Barbara could count a total of fourteen guys who had gang-raped Velcro, brutally using her pussy and anus.

At Arkan’s command, one of the guys grabbed Barbara by the hair and forced her to lick Velcoli’s cum-covered thighs bit by bit. Barbara couldn’t imagine anything more humiliating, to be forced to lick up the dirty, sticky liquid that was almost all over Velcro’s fat ass!

Those white cloudy liquids mixed with sweat and excrement from Velcoli’s body emitted a pungent odor and Barbara almost vomited. But she had to take it all into her mouth, and Barbara felt herself almost choking as her own stomach settled full of the disgusting stuff.

Barbara licked Velcro’s thighs with great difficulty, and then began to lick the semen-filled hole of the gang-raped female pilot. From the outside Barbara could see that her companion’s brutally raped pussy was as open as if it had lost its elasticity, and that a stream of whitish liquid kept flowing from between the blood-engorged walls inside.

Barbara’s face was buried between Velcro’s wet legs, her tongue slipping into her pussy and sucking on it as she wept silently inside.

“I’m sorry, Velcoli! I’m sorry!”

※

Two naked women were bound and hanging in the darkness.

Velcro could feel Barbara hanging right next to her, but the blindfold over her eyes prevented her from knowing what her friend was going through right now, and she could only focus on her own pain.

The two women were now hanging head down in the basement of the hotel where Akan’s headquarters was located. Their arms were tied behind their backs, their lower arms folded over each other, and their arms were tightly bound with ropes around their bodies, leaving them with no room for movement. The female pilot’s naked upper body was tied up with rough ropes that crisscrossed around both of her ample breasts and strangled cruelly into the soft, delicate skin.

Velcro’s and Barbara’s legs were pulled apart as hard as they could to the sides, and their straight, strong legs were similarly bound with ropes, the other ends of which were suspended from the beams of the room. At the same time the other ends of the ropes binding their arms and chests were bolted to the beams so that their bodies were hanging almost upside down in the air.

The weight of the female pilots fell on the ropes that bound their legs and upper bodies, the rough ropes strangling deep into their voluptuous bodies and torturing them like a form of torture.

Velkori had no idea how long she had been hanging like this, her sturdy legs had lost feeling and her breasts, tightly strangled by the ropes, ached so much that it was almost hard to breathe, even her neck ached. Her mouth was strangled with rough twine that wrapped around her head and then tied around her own arms, keeping her head held back uncomfortably.

Vercoli could hear Barbara’s faint moans and heavy breathing from time to time from beside her, and could imagine that the brunette was suffering from the same ordeal. Occasionally, the sound of a man’s leather boots walking on the floor would appear here. This sound brought new fear to the two women caught in a miserable hell, where one of Velcoli or Barbara would then be horribly raped.

Now there was this sound of leather boots, and the two captive women were immediately alarmed and frightened again.

Barbara then heard her friend’s moans of agony, and the horrible sound of a man’s cock plunging into a woman’s over-raped pussy, and already that beastly gasping.

Velcro’s body swayed in mid-air with the man’s movements as she felt the guy insert three or four fingers into her pussy, which was already wet and sticky from the countless rapes that had been performed by the guy’s companions’ cum.

Fingers twirled in wanton fours in her own flesh, and the pain, unlike the pain coming from her legs and breasts, caused Velcro to feel greater fear and shame, and she feared that sooner or later she would go mad under such abuse.

The guy replaced his finger with his thick rod, and the desperate feeling of humiliation completely broke Velcoli, who struggled in vain to lose her free body. Although her pussy was already covered with slippery liquid, the powerful grinding of the man’s rod still caused Velcro to feel fiery pain, and she felt as if the guy had pierced through the walls of her own flesh while slamming directly into her body.

The guy was thrusting into Velcoli’s body while pulling on the ropes that bound her, causing her to feel double the pain. He brutally raped and tortured the captured female pilot for what could have been minutes or hours.

By the time Velcro felt the guy squirt a hot liquid into her, leaving a dirty feeling of shame, she had only the strength to cry.

Barbara heard the sound of leather boots fading away, and all that remained in the hellish basement were Velcoli’s feeble sobs and moans. She realized that the strong and proud Velcoli, whom she had always treated like a puppet, had been completely destroyed by the brutality and abuse of her enemies. Barbara shook her own body, which was also hanging upside down, in an attempt to reach Velcoli and comfort her despairing companion.

Barbara suddenly felt stronger, perhaps because of the horrible abuse Velcoli had received.

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On the second floor of the hotel, Arkan was watching the news about his female captives via CNN, and from time to time he laughed out loud at his brilliant idea. It was absolutely brilliant to hide these two American women here, among the captured Mu and Croat women who had been dedicated to the enslavement and rape of their own men, and no one would notice anything special coming out of these women who were meant to be used for abuse.

And it was an even more genius idea to anonymously provide that secretly filmed videotape of Barbara being gang raped by Muzhi  men to German television! Now, three days later, the whole West is still stupid enough to think that the two captured female pilots are in the hands of Mujahideen forces.

Arkan watched triumphantly as the carefully edited and processed videotape played on the television. Barbara’s screaming and crying face appeared on the screen, and the announcer next to her pretended to be pious, expressing his concern about the terrible fate that had befallen the two American women.

Then the TV showed Barbara lying on the floor with her legs bound and the bearded guy standing between her legs raping her. Even though the videotape had been meticulously produced and Barbara’s naked breasts and lower body were a blur, the whole shot looked obscene, and the look of horror and desperation on Barbara’s face was crystal clear.

Akan watched the TV and began to feel his lower body rise again. He thought to himself that it looked like he was going to have to make another trip to the basement.

The screen switched over and Velcoli’s handsome face appeared. The television was showing a video of Velcoli talking about how she fought with men as a fighter pilot on a warship half a month ago. Arkan’s attention was immediately drawn to the TV, which showed Velcoli in a tight mini-skirt and smart sports jacket, and he couldn’t help but turn up the volume.

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The president sat in his chair and listened intently to the pollsters.

“Yes, Mr. President, the public is sometimes so conflicted. They expect women to have a place in the military, but they don’t want to see women hurt, raped or even killed. That’s why the videotape of that female pilot being raped caused such confusion when it aired. They expect you to do something about it!”

“Alright, I’ll order a cruise missile attack, then a press conference to announce our victory. All of this is fine, but, then everything will be fine?”

“Very well, Your Excellency! But I think you had better get those two women back as soon as possible, so that your approval rating will increase by 12 to 15 points. But it must be done quickly, for the attitude of the people is difficult to grasp. If you don’t succeed and a new accident is caused, then your approval rating will drop by 8 to 10 points.”

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Arkan was glad to see that General Miloseidic was only fifteen minutes late, which was rare in a position like the General’s. But Arkan had always assumed that the General had arrived so soon not for himself, but for the bitches that he held in his hands.

General Milosevic participated in almost all the wars with the Mujahedin or Croats as the senior general of the Serb army in BiH, and he was also attacked by American planes. Despite the General’s current announcement of retirement – which was of course false – he still held many of the BiH Serbian armies. Arkan knew that the General and his patron, Belgrade, were not friends, but neither were they enemies, so he could safely have his feet in both boats.

Akan had money and the General had those heavy weapons in his hands. He had been trying to get some of the big guys from the General so he could keep the war going, knowing that the Americans couldn’t hold out and retreated, and the war was the source of Akan’s wealth, his women, and his status.

But General Milosevic is obviously not going to sell heavy weapons to Arkan easily, so he decides to use those two American bitches to seduce the General while his cameraman will film something – enough videotapes to make the General give in. And those tapes will make it so that the General will one day have to come alongside Arkan to share in that horrible war guilt – even though Arkan doesn’t want that day to come.

Now that Arkan is drinking with the General, he intends to remind the General if he wants to see something “interesting” in the basement of his hotel?

The General agreed, hoping that this was a prelude, the beginning of a journey to play with the women captured and tamed by Arkan and kept in this brothel of rape and excitement. The General had already played this way a few times, and he was surprised to find that he had come to enjoy the thrill of violence against the helpless women. He’d never done this to women before, so the General knew almost nothing about it – before he’d met Arkan – but he was now desperate to experience that indescribable thrill again.

The General left his bodyguard and walked down the stairs with Arkan, and as soon as he stepped into the basement, he was immediately stunned at the first sight of Velcoli and Barbara. The sight of the two women before him constituted the most sensual and exciting image he had ever seen!

Closer to the General was the tall blonde woman, her toned naked body glistening with her own sweat. The woman’s large, heavy breasts were purplish-red from the ropes, hanging down over her chest and quivering with heavy panting as large drops of sweat continued to drip from her red, swollen nipples; her plump, sensual flesh twisted and turned under the rope bonds, her muscles twitching spasmodically as she fought against the ropes that bound her limbs.

The General saw the woman’s head trying to hold forward, the rope strangled into her mouth and bolted to her arms, which were tied behind her back. Drool flowed from the corners of her mouth and down the rough rope and her chin. The General could see great pain in this woman’s face, as endured by a woman in labor, and sweat had dampened her hair and clumped it messily against her pain-filled face.

The General approached the woman, whose lower body was completely naked, and was able to see her already red, swollen and out-turned flesh. The most private part of this woman’s body was now completely smeared with all that white goo, a white dregs covering the surface of the outturned fleshy lips and red swollen clitoris.

The General walked over to another woman, a petite brunette whose slim body was bound in the same brutal fashion, the surface of her naked body slick with sweat as if it had been coated with oil. Her dark hair was cascading wetly, revealing a delicate face, from which two lines of tears were flowing from under an eye patch.

“It’s beautiful!” The general mentally exclaimed.

He put his hand on the brunette’s naked cum-stained pussy and stroked it, and immediately the woman’s body shivered violently as if electrocuted. Her trimmed pussy was messy and slick with the sticky fluid, and the General stroked his way down her delicate, plump thighs to her knees, then turned to her round, high ass.

The General’s hand continued to run over the girl’s sweaty body, tracing down the flat belly to two softly falling mounds of flesh. He was mildly surprised that the two nipples on this woman’s well-proportioned breasts were so disproportionately elongated, and of course the General couldn’t have guessed that this was the result of prolonged abuse by the fishing line.

Realizing that Akan was standing behind him, the general turned around and asked, “How long have they been hanging like that?”

“I think about an hour or two, but maybe it was a little too long for both of them. I’m teaching them to learn to obey orders, and women here are supposed to obey like soldiers in the army. Which one do you want? The blonde or the brunette?”

The general hesitated for a moment, subconsciously feeling as if there was something wrong here. But the two women looked so miserable and helpless that the general felt he couldn’t contain his excitement.

“What does this have to do with anything?” The general consoled himself in his heart: “Women captured by the enemy in the war are subject to this fate, and it has nothing to do with which nation.”

“I’ll go with the blonde woman, she’s beautiful, like the women on the American TV show. By the way, Akan, she looks a lot like the tall, strong blonde broad in ‘American Gladiator’.”

“Yes, just like the women on the American TV show. I’ll lower the rope a bit so you can fuck this pussy in the ass, it might be cleaner that way, don’t you think?” Arkan said as he fingered Barbara’s cum-slathered pussy.