Message-ID: <12968eli$9807122336@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Kingdom@newsread1.dircon.co.uk Subject: Vietcong Captive 6/17? (M/F, nc) 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: <35a926e3.46726985@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 SIX Hazily through the night Sera heard the mongrel dog at the pathetic Sister again and again. The first couple of time the nun screamed in protest and horror and disgust as it mounted her, finding her exposed gash and ripping his long, red prick into her defenceless pussy. Perhaps the Sister fainted from sheer terror and exhaustion, or had accepted the degradation. At least, she no longer cried out disturbingly through the night. Or maybe they had come and taken her away from where she was staked to the ground. Anyway, when Sera roused the next morning, she was no longer there. The rice was doled out, Sera was ignored. She experienced mixed emotions when she saw the approach of Truong Qui. Perhaps, she thought, hopefully, she had been co-operative - she would receive more palatable rations. "Time we talk about military information - intelligence," he said dangerously. "But I don't know anything," she cried futilely as she was released from her bindings, hauled from the cage, the muzzle of the machine pistol prodding her back. "You will talk," Truong said, almost in a whisper as she was herded into a small cave. As they moved from the main chamber of the cavern into a smaller one, Sera saw a naked figure of a man with his back to her in a bamboo cage much smaller even than the one in which she had been imprisoned. The nun was slumped on the dirt floor, head bowed, the mongrel nearby. "Meet Special Forces Captain Percy, thirty two years old, from California," Truong grunted, seating himself on a crude wooden chair behind a table of rough planks. "Corporal Sera Deere, nineteen years old, Captain Percy. Perhaps you would be interested to know she fucks my soldiers very satisfactorily and - as you Americans say - goes down on a man very ardently. She sucks cock for us Cong heroes." Sera was aware of intense heat in her cheeks, in her jutting breasts that tented the thin material of the blouse. She glanced at the tall, gaunt American with shaggy, stringy hair and heavy beard washed with grey. She glanced away as the American's bluish-grey eyes moved over her face. "Captain Percy, would you care to make another effort at telling me what information you have concealed these past eleven months?" Truong asked in a monotone. Laboriously the officer repeated his name, rank and serial number. "Come on, Truong, you know that whatever I could tell you wouldn't be valid after that much time - almost a year." "Aaaaahhh, then Corporal Deere will have to bring us all up to date," he whistled softly. Sera peered helplessly at the haggard captain, realizing for the first time his hands were bound with wire behind him, that there was a length of wire looped about his neck and attacked to a spike driven into the rock of the low ceiling of the cave chamber. "Corporal Deere, would you like the captain's cock?" Truong murmured with a hint of a smile. "He has quite a large cock, American bitch. Yesss, quite large. If pricks were brains, the American bastards would be brilliant, I think so," he continued, eyes glittering. "I like the idea. Captain Percy will fuck you while you tell me all the military knowledge you have," the vicious, vile Cong chieftain said. "Yessss, I think so," he hissed, large protruding teeth glistening lewdly in the fragile light of two lanterns stinking of a low-grade kerosene. "I can't possibly tell you anything," Sera said hopelessly. "I didn't know what the work was I was doing. I've only been over here about six months. And the things I typed and filed made no sense to me." "I think you lie," Truong said, standing, coming around the table and roughly lowering Captain Percy's black trousers to his feet. "Look at the fine American prick and handsome balls, Miss Deere. You tell me - and I think suck this pretty prick and fuck your slutty snatch on it. Or maybe I will have it slashed off." Sera shrank back, a cold-hot cringing sensation deep in her pussy. She was astonished that the American officer remained silent, instead of just standing there, eyes lowered. She had a fleeting doubt the American was capable of any kind of sex under the circumstances. How could any man, a prisoner like this, get a - a - a - hard-on. It was understandable how the depraved, degenerate Viet Cong could achieve penile erection for cock-sucking and fucking. But not an American - in this hopeless situation. "Bastard beasts," the captain muttered, not looking up, wincing slightly when the Cong head squeezed his limber cock in a brutal fist and then slugged the American in the balls. Captain Percy slumped, gagged, the wire cutting into his throat. But Truong bolstered him, deftly loosened the wire so it slipped round the spike in the ceiling. Truong called for something in Vietnamese and the two men carrying a wooden box responded. Sera thought she recognised one of the men. There was a brief jabbering among the three of them and Sera was tossed onto the plank table, on her back, held down by a hard hand squeezing harshly into her left breast. The blouse was ripped from her, leaving her completed naked, legs dangling over the end of the planks which bit into her tender butt moons. Fingers tangled in her snarled hair held up her head and she was forced to watch as Truong and the third man unstrung some wires. "Yankee field telephone magneto," Truong explained in a tone of patience. Sera could hear the gritting of the captain's teeth as a thin wire with a metal clip was attached to the back of his scrotum. Truong turned a small crank and Captain Percy screamed more in surprise than pain. "A very light shock," he grinned, eyes widening to questioning, over-sized slants in his angular face. "Ready Captain? Corporal Deere, watch what his balls do and the top of the Yankee son of a bitch's prick," Truong simpered. He gave the crank rapid back and forth twistings and the American stiffened and screamed, spittle trickling from the corners of his mouth, sticking in his matted, tangled beard. Sera stared as the twin balls in the heavily haired sac yo-yo'ed and a tremor danced erratically along the limp hunk of male sex-meat. The purplish knob expanded, then wilted back to its normal scope, time and again. Truong handed the small box with the crank to another man and picked up a round bar not quite an inch in diameter with a wire attached. It seemed nearly ten inches long with a thick wrapping of black electrical tape around the end where the wire was attached. "You sonnnns of bitchessss!" Captain Percy howled when the magneto whirred. Sera jerked spastically, feet kicking uncontrollably when Truong touched the shrivelled tips of her breasts. The faint flash of electricity sparked into her body and her heart almost stopped, then raced. Sera struggled on the table as first one of her titties and then the other were subjected to tingling jolts of lightning. She sobbed convulsively, in terror, astonished at how the minute sparking caused her breasts to balloon, the nipples grow to smooth, cherry points. "Aaaahhhh - aaaahhhhaaahhhhhh," the three tormentors gurgled as they lashed her arms to the legs of the crude sawhorses supporting the planks. A thin rope was looped tightly across her belly, just above her heaving Venus mound, her legs left free. She gasped and panted as two rubber-wrapped clips were attached to her nipples, the tiny teeth biting into her tender, sensitive flesh. The crank was spun rapidly and there seemed to be a steady pulsation of electricity flowing from the wires into the turgid points of her flushed boobies. The blonde gasped for breath, blood coursing wildly through her body. She could see the American officer only vaguely as he wavered, rising on tiptoe, then his body going slack until the next static current flashed into his hard, uptight balls. His prick wiggled and waggled and lengthened, the head expanding and contracting. But he had stopped yelling as he gritted his teeth and saliva trickled from his slack lips that tensed in a ghoulish leer when each bolt hit him. "Aaaaahhhh," bend over, Captain," Truong said in a wheedling tone, the long, chromium plated steel bar in one hand. When Percy hesitated, the cruel Vietnamese whacked him solidly behind the right ear with the bar. "Get your ass pushed back and your cheeks open wide," he growled. He laid the rod in the tight cleft of Percy's ass leaves and the crank was twisted. "Aaaaaiiiiieeee! Jesus Christ!" Captain Percy howled. Sera was jolted on the table and tears flooded into her pinched blue eyes. Percy was bent forward, hands behind his back, between Sera's legs, drawn up slightly, trim calves dangling. Percy struggled away, twisting to one side, cursing the two men who clung to his bound arms. A knee into his belly bent him almost double, his back to Sera. She stared as in a trance as two small, cruel, brown hands pried the cheeks of Percy's ass open, exposing his anus. The rubbery leaves were peeled farther apart until the inner pinkness of his asshole was in evidence. The two men giggled and chattered as the rounded tip of the heavy rod was positioned against the tender dimple. Percy slumped and screamed as the thick rod was plummeted all the way to the rubber tape wrappings up his tortured asshole. The debased American officer shook violently with ragged breathing. Sera experienced a momentary sense of appalling shame as she stared between the cheeks of Percy's butt at the hideous instrument buried in his bowels. The wire was still clipped to his leg. She tried to brace herself as she saw the two men release the arms of the slumped-over officer. The magneto whirred. Her sobs of anguish and torment were drowned as Captain Percy pranced and danced as the steel bar imbedded in his butt hole carried the staccato stream of electricity into his guts. In his gyrations of torment he turned and Sera gawked at his contorted face. Her gaze darted to his crotch and she was astonished to see his prick twitching. Each time the crank was turned his prick danced upwards, stiffening and thickening, the bulb glowing as it gorged with blood. A few more slow turns of the magneto and the American's prick slanted out from his hairy crotch, gigantic and pulsating. He whimpered like a whipped child as charge after charge of electricity was unleashed in his rectum and into his balls. Tears flushed from his vacant eyes as he was pushed to the end of the rough table, between her trembling legs. She raised her head and watched Truong tilt the Captain's enormous cock into the fuck-trough of her pussy. He was held forward over her. And she closed her eyes, appalled by the tortured, mad expression on his gaunt face. "Bitch, you gonna enjoy getting' fucked by handsome Yankee son of a bitchin' officer," Truong gloated. There was just a slight twitch of the crank, but enough to spark in the rod in Percy's asshole. He hooted sharply and sort of stumbled forward, driving his cock deep into Sera's hot cunny. The immensity of his prick, the biggest she had yet received into her, stretched her walls and sent shivers up through her belly. She thought she could feel a trickle of torrid, sticky juice from the captain's cock as it was slowly ploughed into her vacuuming snatch. As the walls of her cunt adjusted to the monstrous prick, a surge of ecstasy cascaded through the core of her being. Numbly she thought if there were no more shocks, it might even be tremendously pleasurable, being fucked by the gasping American Special Forces captain. Without warning, the magneto was cranked and Sera screamed, shrill and mournful, as the hot, firm tips of her titties seemed to explode. The officer between her legs, his cock planted all the way into her snatch, gave her half a dozen mighty fuck-lunges and a tempestuous orgasm rocked her sanity. Her cunt received a squirt of jizz that was so hot it seemed to scald the walls of her sex-canal. His prick was solid in her, deep, so deep his hard groin was crushed against her love mound, squashing her fully distended clit. The man's balls felt enormous, lolling in the shallow crevice of her ass, against her butt hole, heavy and as coarse as a coconut. "I've got to; I have to fuck you," he gasped. "They got me so charged up I got to fuck hell out of you or go crazy." In a softer tone, so she barely heard him, he said "Be alert at night - I think soon, we'll get away from them." Then he hollered like a maddened animal as a flurry of electrical current exploded in his bowels and his nuts. Uncontrolled jizz poured into her suctioning pussy, the walls grabbing and clutching at his pounding prick as he fucked her as furiously as a lustful beast. Perhaps it was the faint hope of getting away. But Sera was keenly aware of a singing in her brain, mingled with wanton, brazen ecstasy. Was it true? It seemed true; she loved his prick diving wildly in and out of her twat, fucking her wildly, jizz pouring into her snatch. The field magneto was humming almost constantly now and Sera was sobbing convulsively, doing all she could do to hoist her crotch to Captain Percy's plunging prick, feeling the stream of electricity pouring into her deep in her snatch. She curved her snatch up to his lustful fucking and his cock was streaming a steady flow of cum into her hot, snug hole. An exquisite sense of enthralment tore through her like a cyclone such as she had seen in the distance from her Kansas home. The ultimate of sexual ecstasy throbbed and burned all through her naked body as she writhed and bounced on the creaking planks of the rough table. The cock-jizzing her pussy was receiving filled her with total enchantment of being fucked so wildly she thought she was going mad. Her tits seemed enormous as she gawked at them through tear filmed eyes. The tips were like maraschino cherries, red and ripe and smooth. Captain Percy was giving her cunt a prodigious reaming with his enormous, masterful American cock. Numbly, her words began to register in her ears. She was screaming for him to "Fuck me! Fuck me! Shove your huge cock in me and fuck me and jizz me and make me go and screw me with your beautiful prick and send me to heaven and fuck me some more 'til I faint." Sera gulped for breath, then shrieked in a shrill wavering voice. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----