Message-ID: <12963eli$9807122336@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Kingdom@newsread1.dircon.co.uk Subject: Vietcong Captive 1/17? (M/F, nc,Beast) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35a8f881.34850460@news.dircon.co.uk> Usual Disclaimer: These are adult stories and sexual fantasies. If you are under age or if it is illegal for you to be reading them then please go away now. I am not the author. They were written by that prolific writer: - Anon. CHAPTER ONE Paralysed by terror, Sera Deere whimpered plaintively as her clothes were ripped off and she was stripped to her panties and bra. "American bitch", one of her captors said sibilantly, in stilted English as she was forced to her knees before the evil-faced little brown man who stood in the crude jungle shelter. Rain water that trickled from her short-cropped blonde hair failed to blind Sera to the spectacle of the Viet Cong soldier who pushed down the bottoms of his black pyjama-like uniform. Nausea shuddered through Sera as she stared at the obscene genitals that the Cong guerrilla held in his small brown hand. Light from the flickering, smokeless fire washed over the man's ugly cock and balls as he peeled back the skin to expose the obscene end of his penis. Sound of the rain was muffled. Cruel hands rubbed over the girl's pale, milky skin and fingers pinched at her taut buttocks and groped for the heaving cones of her breasts. As naïve as the 20-year old WAC corporal was, she had no doubts what the impassive Oriental wanted - demanded - of her. Giggles and unintelligible jabberings of the four black uniformed figures hunkered in a semicircle just beyond the circle of firelight filled her with terror and loathing. "Suckee, suckee," the guerrilla leader commanded harshly in parody of the Saigon street girls. Seizing a handful of her golden hair and yanking it brutally, the soldier waggled his dark brown penis before the American girl's appalled eyes. "Oh God, noooooo," Sera whimpered, gagging at the prospect of having his filthy, foreign cock in her mouth. He yanked her closer and she could smell the odour of his maleness. Her skin crawled and her nearly naked body shuddered as another soldier's hands played over her smooth, golden skin from behind, squeezing her buttocks through the drenched fabric of her panties. Sera shook her head, clearing them of tears, her gaze pleading silently, eloquently, trying to communicate her innocence and begging for mercy. "Get it," the leader leered, lightly brushing the head of his penis against her pursed lips and the tip of her nose. "Wan' die?" Sera shuddered, a coldness like steel lancing through her slender body. She shook her head slowly, shivering, feeling a hand search under the elastic top of her panties to maul her butt cheeks. Coarse fingers travelled down the tensed crack of her butt and dabbled at the virgin pouch of her pussy. "Ooooooooohh, Jesus-God," Sera wailed, heart hammering with fear and dread and sickening humiliation. She was unaware the Cong chieftain no longer held his penis until his hand appeared with a blue steel pistol splotched with blood-like rust. "Yankee bitch, suckee - or die," he said ruthlessly and placed the muzzle between Sera's eyes, cold and terrorizing at the bridge of her petite nose. He released her hair and again lifted the obscene flesh towards her face. She could only feel the finger from the man behind her probing at the thick lips of her pussy, separating them, gouging along her tender, pink furrow. A nerve-shattering sensation danced through her loins and her belly as the soldier behind her hooked the end of his finger inside her cunt. She tried to lower her bottom to the damp ground, but his hooked finger sent sparks of pain through her tight canal and she held herself firm, immobile, aware her posture gave the ghastly tormentor access to her sacred zone. There was a metallic click and Sera froze, knowing she was only seconds away from having her head exploded by a bullet, her brains blown out - and dying. Even the finger gouging just inside her pussy was still. Slowly, Sera lowered her gaze and she stared with fear and loathing at the Viet Cong soldier's cock. "I - I - nooooo - please?" she sobbed. Then she closed her eyes, feeling the head of the swollen prick brushed like velvet against her lips. The end of the pistol barrel was taken from her head and she thought her captor was relenting and she sighed with gratitude, when a harsh explosion of a shot fired into the air deafened her. And the hot muzzle was planted against her left temple again. She drew a deep, agonized breath, her eyes blinking several times. The end of his cock was warm against her trembling lips. With a sigh, she opened her mouth fractions of an inch at a time and felt the warm, slick head of cock against her tongue. Sera whimpered as the brutal Viet Cong soldier crammed his prick against her teeth. Jerkily, her mouth continued to open and her face was full of rubbery prick. The man forcing abuse on her chuckled and chattered something in Vietnamese and his companions giggled and crept forward, two of them pushing leering faces close to hers to watch the young American girl sucking the cock of their leader. Sera was keenly aware of several sensations. Her thin, wet panties were being dragged off over the roundness of her buttocks and pushed down to her knees. The finger was nudging around in her pussy and another hand was rubbing her body. A hand pushed the cups of her bra upward and her conical 34-DD breasts were in the open, being mauled and squeezed, her tits shooting hot sensations through her body. And the prick she had in her mouth was beginning to swell, filling Sera's face until her jaws were stretched to the aching point. A dark hand swept down over her face and thumb and finger pinched her nostrils closed. Sera whimpered and gasped on the thickening, stiffening prick in her mouth, sobbing for breath. The effort made her suck and swallow on the man's organ, the head sliding past the curvature of her throat as she swallowed. She had no intention of doing anything beyond letting her captor force her to take his cock into her mouth; but having her nose pinched shut forced her to struggle to breathe, thus suck on the dark bulb and the hard shaft. She tried to push at the hand on her titties, but a nipple was tweaked so brutally she put her hand back on the damp ground. Her neck ached from being forced in an arc to accommodate the cock in her mouth. Her sense of humiliation increased as the man at her head began moving his hips as he fucked her in the mouth. She shuddered with weakness and sickness as the hard cock was shoved in and out of her mouth, down her quivering throat. Sera's scream was muffled on the cock fucking her mouth. There had been sudden pain in her anus as a finger violated her butt hole. In spite of herself she relaxed slightly, grateful she wasn't about to die. After all, why should they kill her? Wasn't she doing what they wanted? Wasn't she letting the leader of the band take his pleasure by shoving his ugly, filthy cock in and out of her mouth? And wasn't she adding to his pleasure by sucking his prick! Even her tongue was working, slithering along the underside of his hard meat as the thick knob on the end sloughed along the softness of her palate and cascaded into her throat. Her jaws ached and worked and the Vietnamese groaned and his pace quickened as he steadily fucked his cock in and out of her mouth. Her lips pushed in as he crammed it into her face, pulled out as he withdrew, then were pushed back in again as he fucked in deep. The pain had given way to a numb burning in her asshole as the man at her behind steadily plied his finger in and out of her butt. She sobbed and gulped, grateful that the man fucking her in the face had released her nostrils so that she could get a deep breath. She swallowed hard on the plunging cock and was aware of an elusive sense of security, frail as it was, when the man violating her mouth with his prick patted her head, rubbed his hands over her bare shoulders, almost affectionately. When the fuck-strokes quickened in her mouth Sera stiffened with new apprehension. He was ramming the head of his prick deeper and more determinedly into her gullet. A wave of faintness flooded through Sera and she fought against gagging, instinctively knowing what was about to happen. Then it came with astonishing swiftness. One minute she was being fucked fast and deep in the mouth. The next, all of the Cong's cock was forced down her throat and was shooting horrid, sticky cum into her stomach while the one behind her was finger fucking her asshole as fast as he could make his finger and hand fly. Mercifully, Sera was able to gulp down his jizz without throttling. She sighed deeply, feeling the sac of gonads with a sprinkling of crisp hair against her quivering chin. Oooooh, she should have stayed with her secretarial job at the insurance company in Wichita Falls instead of letting herself he recruited to the WACS and sent overseas. The finger up her ass was imbedded deep and she bowed her back, trying to draw her rectum off it. But her tormentor kept it right up her butt, in deep and firm. It made her insides feel so full. Oooooh I want to die, she thought as the ebb of jizz pouring into her mouth and down her throat began. But did she? Why had she relented and sucked cock when death had only been a split second away? Sera waggled her curved bottom, weaved her butt from side to side in protest at the finger up her tiny, burning, itching asshole. She was unaware when it was withdrawn, but her rear end continued writhing and squirming and members of the band giggled lewdly at her display. With a grunt the Cong leader pulled his shrivelling prick from her mouth, and slapped her hard, sending her toppling obscenely onto her back before the dying fire and the cruelly sparkling eyes of her captors who laughed and pointed at her bared titties and exposed pussy, the mound adorned by a crown of curly, golden hair. She couldn't look at them as she struggled to get her breasts back into the cups of the bra and pull up her panties. Then they were on the trail again. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----