Message-ID: <13082eli$9807151647@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Kingdom@newsread1.dircon.co.uk Subject: Vietcong Captive 17/17 (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: <35ad0051.50392850@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 SEVENTEEN She idly thought that it was a shame that she would never know the teenager's name. And what did it matter, after all? They would probably be dead in a matter of hours. As she docilely accepted another cornholing cock, she watched as the wire as yanked from his grotesquely swollen prick and the rod from his asshole. Sera groaned as unwanted passion surged through her guts from the demanding prick pounding up her asshole. When she opened her eyes again, she saw that the youth was being dragged away across the cave. Between jerks as she shuddered from the cock slamming into her asshole, she could see him being tied to the stake, hands bound behind him, rope also at his ankles and neck. Sera choked off a squall of ecstasy from her hot, depraved cornholing and stared malevolently at Truoung Qui, who squatted nearby, supervising the tying up of the American teenager. She could see that he held his hard-on in front of him in a small, brown hand. There was a conflict in Sera's mind as she stared at the long, hard cock that now had so many memories and associations for her. Truong jacked off slowly, his face contorted in lust and bestial cruelty. "Aaaaaahhh", she growled deep in her throat, mouth working, and saliva flowing round her toothless mouth, over her taut lips. In her brain was a mingling of hate and desire for that nice, plump prick. The prick in her butt sloshed jizz, flooding her guts. The insides of her pussy squeezed on nothing, emptily. She eased forward towards Truong Qui. She was not restrained by the man fucking her up the ass, who eased with her, concentrating on pumping his final spasms and squirts as deeply as possible into her. One of Sera's hands reached for Truong's ready, lust-filled cock and the other shaped around the thick end of the shard of wood, as she eased her head between Truong's spread knees. She could smell the musky aroma of raw fuck-meat. She ran a fingertip over the dark, firm cock and glanced up into the Cong leader's tense, expressionless face but he seemed to ignore her. She pushed his fist back and took the end of his hot, throbbing prick in her fingers, smeared the sticky sap over the ripe bulb. She shivered as the prick in her asshole slipped out with a meaty plop of uncorking her. Glancing sideways she became aware of Cong soldiers carrying the broken body of Captain Percy to another of the stakes, where he too was quickly tied, although slumped half-alive. It had been so many days - months - that she had seen the emasculated Captain that she had, unconsciously, discounted him for dead. Yet here he was, hanging from the second stake, near the teenager. Sera was half aware that there was still a third stake, empty, and wondered if it was for her. "Aaaaahhhh -aiiieeee," she moaned as strong fingers and broken, filthy fingernails invaded both her pussy and her ass behind her. She stretched her body and blew her breath from her toothless mouth on the dark morsel of meat tipping the column of Truong's sex. The Cong leader sighed and pushed his prick into her hand. "Uuuuummmmmm - Yuuuuummmmmmmm," she purred, pursing her lips over the tip of his prick, gnawing gently with her gums behind the thick ridge behind the pointed glans. She crooned softly, tongue working, savouring the flavour of his salty-sweet cock. Her ass humped on the fingers up her snatch and rectum as she inhaled, sucking hard, voraciously on Truong's prick that emitted a heady flavour. So hot and firm and tasty. Truong's hands held her face and she cupped his sagging balls, mauling and caressing and kneading them. Feeling the pump start in his jizz fountain she eased off sucking, just gently tonguing his meaty fuck-post. When she sensed him backing off, she eased forward, forcing more of his prick into her spacious mouth. She gulped greedily on the pulsing knob of his cock as it cascaded into her gullet. Sera pressed his heavy balls back against his crack, a fingertip probing for his anus. Truong, his lust and passion mounting, leaned back, sitting on the ground, resting his weight on stiffened arms. She teased and tickled his asshole. "Eeeeiiiii," he wheezed softly as she worked a finger into his rectum. "Uuuuuggggguuuummmmm," Sera gurgled, savouring the prick she was mouth-fucking slowly, deeply into her throat. Feeling someone behind her, beating the cheeks of her ass urgently, she drew her knees up, proffering her bottom end. "Aaaaggggghhhhh," she blubbered, getting fucked in the cunt, then the rectum, then the cunt, then the rectum. She had the vision of a den of depraved beings as her passion exploded and she was cumming in her ass, in her cunt from the alternating poking. She stopped her mouth, clenching her gums on Truong's vibrant prick, sucking her cheeks in against the pole of flesh as she concentrated on her orgasm. The vile prick in her mouth oozed sweet, succulent honey and she began fucking it again with her mouth, gulping the delicious knob into her throat. God, she thought, forgive me, the way I'm enjoying being fucked in the twat, in the butt. She slurped her lips on the shaft, devouring him, a thumb pushing his bag up so she could get one of his balls in her vacuuming mouth. Her brain was feverish for a minute, thinking of escape, being pretty again. But she knew, sickeningly it could never happen, would never be. In time, a short time, the three of them would be dead. The odour of death in her mind was just as intense in the stuffy cave as the fragrance of sex and fucking and sucking cock. Again she eased off the Cong leader's blowjob as the prick of the guy riding her rump drummed into her twin holes. How death would come she didn't know, but it was here, in this dank, stuffy hole in the side of a hill. Sera sighed in resignation and relief and sorrow and a renewed sense of humiliation and hatred as the cock cornholing and fucking her began gushing her full of its foul jizz. "My last cum," she mumbled around Truong's prick as she resumed fucking him off with her tender mouth. Cuuuuumm, she thought, I'm ready for you to shoot my face full of your filthy, animal jizz. And Truong snickered as he raced towards depraved climaxing in her mouth. Gently she eased her finger from the Cong chieftain's asshole and pushed forward with her other hand. She groped and found her target just as a pistol barked loud and ugly in the closeness of the cave. There was a scream, shrill and unreal and final. She could smell the sweet muskiness of sexuality and the acrid burning of gunpowder that she could now taste in her nostrils. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that the youth was now dead. Another gunshot and Captain Percy lurched in his bonds to one side of her. He too had been blown away in a splattering of blood. Sera chewed down hard and sucked deeply on the cock that was just then gushing jizz of the bestial, stinking Cong leader down her throat. She wondered if he had signalled for the shooting to match the timing of his orgasm down her gullet. She thrust hard. The scream started soft and surprised then was shrill and filled with agony and pain and the unbelievable realisation of dying. Her gums clenched down like a vice on the prick before it could shrink, shutting off the flow of jizz. Truong flopped helplessly. And Sera had got him. The long, sharp shard of wood had gone true up his asshole. She felt the surge of blood on her fist and thrust it again. She twisted and pried the piece of stake. More blood and she opened him up. Blood gushed against her chin; another ram with the large splinter of wood. Something slimy and cringing - entrails - washed against her relentless, angry fist when she jabbed again. A gloating, stinging song of victory filled her head. Truong was dying. And she never heard the staccato bark of the machine pistol that tore her asshole to bits, shattered her spine and blasted the still pretty young American girl into merciful death. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----