Message-ID: <13008eli$9807141236@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Kingdom@newsread1.dircon.co.uk Subject: Vietcong Captive 7/17? (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: <35aa9211.64667766@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 SEVEN Hazily, Sera wondered if she hadn't fainted. Captain Percy no longer was between her quivering legs, his thick, spewing prick no longer slamming into her hot, dripping hole. The wires were still attached to her turgid nipples, sending sharp sparks shocking through her. She peered with glazed eyes as Truong held the long, shining rod that had been up Percy's ass before her face. His face was a taut mask of tyranny. "I don't know anything," she whimpered, panting for breath, her body jerking spasmodically as the electricity was cranked into her titties. Her eyes focused grimly on his hand as he carefully took the rod from the insulated wrappings. Her head came up and she writhed as he pressed the rounded tip into her navel. "Aaaggghhhh!" she screamed as lightning flashed into her guts, crashing downward to explode brutally in her coiling cunny. The new shock produced almost inhuman paid and excruciating pleasure in her pussy. Sera orgasmed violently, the effort of her cumming sapping her strength. She gasped, wanted to faint, but the sparking rod he traced all over her taut belly, over her mound, shocked her to constant consciousness. Sera screamed in sexual torment as he laid the bar through her full-lipped, sex-furrow and she was jolted violently by the rapid turning of the magneto crank. The inner petals of her vulva seemed on fire and flames seemed to flash white-hot through her contracting flowing pussy. Mercifully the flash of electricity ceased and Sera slumped back on the crude tabletop. She thought she could sleep. Blissfully and deep, if only she were left alone. But a new terror blossomed like a sick thing in her brain as she felt the keen probing. Her head came up and she stared through the wide valley of her opulent tits, saw Truong slowly inserting the thick, long steel bar into her cunt. All the way up in her to the black insulating tape. "Aaaaiiiiieeeee, my God, noooooo!" she howled, feeling the steel fill her pussy. Her scream was ear splitting as electricity crackled deep in her drenched pussy. The American officer's copious cum cascaded from her and sopped her bulging anus. The forced orgasm was a mixture of pleasure and agony as her tormentor holding the small generator spun the crank, sizzling electricity into the tenderest part of her frail body. Her climax was hard and mind shattering. The pleasure part of her orgasm was so intense she could hardly tolerate it. Each time shocks were flashed into her pussy and her breasts, her body lurched and writhed and jerked. Her three tormentors giggled and leered. And Sera no longer had the will or the strength to glare back at them. She gasped hopefully as she felt the steel rod being withdrawn from her yawning, clutching snatch. But the crank started turning again as the man holding the rod began fucking it in and out of her agony-filled twat. Her snatch expanded, then contracted around the hot, sliding rod as it flashed electricity into her. Dully she heard them jabbering and watched them nod. The Cong leader leaned over her and wrapped his arms round her thighs, pulling her legs up high and wide apart. Sera screamed with apprehension as the rod was pulled from her cunt and brutally shoved all the way into her asshole. She kicked futilely. Then her body was paralyzed as the lightning flashed through her bowels. The sound of the turning crank was a dull whirr in her numb brain as the rod was fucked in and out of her rectum, flashing its sparks of torture through her belly to crash like thunder in her throbbing, exhausted pussy. Waves of scalding orgasm ran like a tidal wave through her bowels, through her snatch. In spite of her sexual madness, she was aware of the bar being fucked alternatively up her asshole, then into her fluttering twat. And all the time the magneto was sending needles of fire prickling through her innards. Gradually the tremors of forced climax became more than she could stand and she slipped into a half faint and the shockings of the instrument would not revive her. Only vaguely was she aware of being freed. She was half carried, half dragged from the small cave chamber into the main one. Dully she saw the naked figure in the cave look over a shoulder, then slump back to statue stillness. The nun still slouched on the dirt floor, the mongrel dog crouched over her. It sprang forward as Sera was tripped and sprawled on the floor and was at her, licking and lapping at her gaping cunt and scalding, itching asshole. She tried to twist away but a foot was planted on her throat and she was compelled to submit to being licked in the cunt by the animal. But when it tried to mount her, belly to belly, the dog was pulled off her and the little blonde was permitted to sit up. Through glazed eyes she watched the nun as she was spoken to in French. The Sister stared up at Truong through hollow, expressionless eyes. When she was menaced with a lash of split bamboo, she floundered forward onto hands and knees. Truong Qui spoke to her again and she struggled to haul the black voluminous habit up over her back, baring her ass. She glanced about her dully, then began lurching around, offering her bottom to the beast. Sera glanced at the mongrel, turned sick as she saw the red tip of his peter emerging. The excited dog quickly moved to the nun's behind, sniffing and licking her deep crack. The Sister, glancing back, began wagging her milk-white buttocks in invitation and encouragement. Her back bowed downward as she apparently tried to curve her cunt back to it. After prancing at her behind a few seconds, the beast flung himself up over her satiny ass, paws hooking around her lean middle. The nun lowered her right cheek to the dirt and her hands took his paws, so that the claws would not dig into her soft skin. The mongrel slobbered on her bare back and he hunched with his smelly cock. The Sister moaned when he got his prick trapped in her pussy and he began fucking her, the knob coming out from its sheath and was forced into her pussy. Sera noted the nun's eyes were glazed, her breathing harsh and erratic. She held herself very steady as the animal's thin sex-cream oozed out of her. She blinked rapidly as it socked its cock into her and Sera knew it was cumming in the nun's pussy, shooting its stinging jizz deep into her. Sera looked away from the whimpering cooing nun when the huge woman - the doctor - waddled in with a small cardboard box. She lifted the lit and Truong nodded, grinned and pointed at Sera. The gross woman held the box in front of the blonde's face and Sera recoiled in panic when she saw the small snake, a little more than a foot long. With the mongrel and the nun locked asshole to asshole by the knob on its cock, Sera was lifted to her feet and she was shoved out of the cave to be thrown back into her cage. Nearly a week passed and Sera saw no sign of Captain Percy and presumed that the Cong had killed him. Often during the nights she heard hideous, ghoulish screams, but she recognized none of them as Percy's voice. Then one night while she was on her hands and knees, taking a fucking through the bars and forced to suck off the cock of a Cong whom she couldn't even see, there was a flurry of small arms fire off in the distance. The two men who were pouring their pricks into her cunt and mouth hurried their vile, depraved actions, deposited their filthy jizz in her and scurried away. For a long time, there was silence in the area. Only the soft rain showering the dense foliage was heard. "Hush," a voice came to her, almost indistinctly. "We'll make a break," said Captain Percy, slinking up to her cage on hands and knees. Her heart hammered wildly with impatience for the American to unlash a couple of the bars so that she could squeeze through. They fled at an oblique angle to the waning sound of gunfire. Deep in the brush Captain Percy halted, holding up the naked, gasping blonde. "Christ, you need some clothes," he muttered in a harsh, breathless whisper, his hands roving over her bare, drenched body in the opaque darkness. "Here," he whispered, stripping off the blouse he wore and helping her into it. Then they were off again through the trackless jungle, he leading her by the hand. To Sera it seemed they ran for hours, the wet brush and tree fronds whipping her body wetly. Finally, Captain Percy again halted and he left her hunkered, shivering with weariness and fright while he found a place of refuge. He led her under heavy foliage into an old bomb crater partly overgrown by the creeping jungle. For several minutes they sprawled in the ragged hole that was partly filled with water, panting for breath, waiting for their heartbeats to return to normal. It was reassuring for Sera to hear his companionable breathing nearby, but she yearned for closer association with her rescuer. "Captain Percy," she said softly, feeling towards him in the dark. "Can I be close to you?" "Slip over here then," he answered. Her fingertips touched his extended hand and she crept to him. "You know, we may not make it. We may die here in this damned jungle. They may track us down and kill us, or take us back." "Yes," she whispered, cuddling into the crook of his left arm, laying an arm across his hard middle. Warmth slowly returned to her and she was glad the rain had eased, though water still trickled from the heavy trees overhead. They could die or be killed. But it would be better than being taken back to be ravished by members of the Cong troupe. She sighed softly as his nervous hand smoothed the wet, stringing hair from her face and kissed her forehead. The deep innards of her pussy still tingled from the cock she had pumping into her not more than an hour before. If they died, no longer would she have to submit to rampant fucking and be forced to suck their obscene, ugly pricks. Her tremor from a source she couldn't easily analyze shook her and Captain Percy's arm closed on her, his hand dangling against her feverish left breast. Without conscious effort, her left hand caressed across his hard belly above the waistband of the pyjama trousers that were, in truth, too large for him. "Sleep," Captain Percy murmured, his fingers twitching at the outermost jut of her left tit. "I couldn't," Sera replied, idly letting her hand drift lower, to his crotch. She felt him tense, but he remained silent. She had no thought, moral or otherwise, when her fingers encountered the opening in the crotch of the trousers, felt the warm, smooth crown of his penis. The touch of his prick was electrifying and there was a sharp twinge in her soppy pussy. "Uuuummmmm," she murmured, pushing her hand on into his pants to curl her fist around his firm meat that twitched in her grasp. "If we die or are killed - that will be the end to this and us," she said, just a fleeting consideration of her brazenness crossing her mind. "Yes," the American officer replied, voice taut, slightly choked in the silent darkness. "Then, why not?" Sera murmured, turning her face to his, trying to see his expression, wanting him to kiss her, make her forget the horror of the past couple of weeks. She worked her hand and succeeded in working his cock into the opening. She drew a shallow, painful breath, smelling the wetness and the warm, musky aroma of his prick. "They said they were going to make me do it - but they didn't," she whispered. "What?" Percy moaned as she jacked him off slowly, caressing her thumb over the slick head of his cock after she had pressed the foreskin behind the corona into a rubbery ring. "This," she sighed, righting herself and leaning over him. For some reason, she wished it were a little lighter so she could see the warm, pliant cock she held in her fist. She opened her mouth and found the pulsing knob of his cock with her lips and the tip of her tongue. Her pussy twitched, tingled and itched and burned with more lust than passion as she sucked quietly on his blossoming cock-bulb. "Uuuuuummmmm - hhhhmmmmmmm," she gurgled, her hand jacking him off, fingers denting into the thickening shaft of his prick. She gobbled in all of his prick, kind of revelling in the carnal sensation of a cock growing to full size in her mouth and down her gullet. And she liked it, loving the taste of cock in her face. Sera eased off, just savoring the head of his prick. "Would you like to fuck me, Captain? I mean it would be okay. I think I would like fucking with you - even in this dirty, wet, smelly hole in the jungle." She felt a surge of shame when he didn't reply. "I mean, it's okay, if you feel like fucking me. See? I have your beautiful prick all nice and hard and ready to put into my pussy." Her breathing and pulse quickened as he struggled to push down his pants, let his full cock and dangling balls loom in the open. "I don't want to get you down in the water and mud," he whispered hoarsely. "Do you want to get on me? Have you ever done it - fucked - by top-riding?" Sera blew her hot sweet breath on the bare end of his prick as she washed her tongue on it. "No - but I can try," she answered. "You kind of guide me and tell me - how to fuck you." She slipped and sloshed in the mud and water, got on top of him. She could feel his hands holding his gigantic prick. "Lift your bottom as high as you can, get your pussy up so I can move my prick, get it in you." "Yes," she sighed, putting her hands on his bare shoulders and rising over him, shivering when she felt the wet, sticky head of his prick rub down across her tummy. "Aaaahhh, yessss," she cooed raggedly as the thick knob pressed into her gash. "A little more - if you can," he murmured. "Just about there, in your sweet pussy hole." "Oooohh. God, yes, let me get your cock in me." Sera sobbed softly, waggling her crotch on his meaty spear. Heat flashes danced through her as the head of his cock nudged her entry and she brought her snatch down, forcing the knob to pop into her seething, gripping little cunny. The blonde swept the hem of the pyjama top up around her belly, out of the way, as she slowly, erratically brought her crotch down on him, taking his enormous prick deeper and deeper into her aching twat. She stifled a squeal of pleasure as the rubbery end of his great dong glided into her, grazing her cervix and ploughing on towards her womb. "Hold this thing up out of the way," she said of the loose-fitting blouse. "Oooohhhh, yesss," she crooned, all weariness deserting her as his hands swept under to find her feverish, swelling boobies. "Yeesss, God, yes! Love my titties, play with them!" she whined as she braced herself and began jostling her cumming cunt on his quivering organ. "Love your cock up in my pussy." The Cong had taught her that - and she might die soon and never have the pleasure of fucking and fucking - and sucking off nice, big, juicy cocks ever again. "Let's keep fucking - even if they find us," she whispered, hearing a meaty sloshing of his cock in her famished snatch. To Sera it was doubly pleasurable and satisfying, fucking his huge cock with no one watching her take it into her twat. She climaxed sharply and thought hazily how much more intense her sexual response would be if she and the captain both had one of those steel rods in their assholes, shocking them to almost unendurable orgasm. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----