Fridas Military Gangbangs

"Frida's Military Gangbangs"

by J.D. Savanyu

Frida McMasters was the highest-paid news anchor in America, beloved by millions of armchair politicians and conspiracy junkies. Those obsessive "Frida heads" jerked off every single night after watching their favorite busty blonde "challenge the corrupt status quo" on the Patriot News Network. She was the most quoted "journalist" in the post-truth era, riding a tidal wave of collective cluelessness.

But

now

Frida was a kinky fuck toy for rebel foreign soldiers in a tropical hellhole. Stripped bare and bound by ropes to a wooden platform at their remote base, thousands of miles away from the USA in a steamy rainforest. Sweat poured down her amazing naked 34-22-33 figure, crossing a few leather straps en route to her pussy, which they kept neatly shaved for optimal erotic pain. She'd been held captive there for nearly three weeks, so she knew the drill. They always left her alone in bondage for a full hour before commencing their long domination sessions. Fucking around with her mind

before

playing rough with her body.

The harsh natural sounds of the jungle night filtered in through the open windows of their makeshift dungeon room. She recalled the afternoon of her abduction, when all her comfortable first world illusions were shattered in one fell swoop. She was asking for trouble after venturing deeper and deeper into that lawless region full of ruthless rebels. Eager to expose their cruel atrocities against many innocent people, and cement her celebrity legacy. Twelve masked guerillas in camo fatigues ambushed her small PNN field crew with AR-15's and machetes, tying her up and stealing their Ultra HD camera. Their commanding officer addressed the american president in the far-distant White House, telling him how much they'd enjoy whipping and fucking her on a daily basis. "Just like you

wish

you could!"

Frida's mind drifted farther back to her college years at Syracuse, where had many kinky flings with students and professors. Letting them indulge whatever weird sexual fetishes they wanted with her, in exchange for straight A's and glowing job references. She had many more submissive adventures over the next decade while shattering the journalistic glass ceiling in Manhattan. Whining about greedy immoral politicians on PNN, then leaving the studio and having wild domination orgies with upper class New York sleazeballs. Frida's hunger for fame was utterly insatiable, in equal measure to her perverted erotic appetites. Hundreds of men bound and whipped her hot body, but nobody could put a ring on her finger.

She secretly fantasized about getting caught and getting ravaged by those crude jungle soldiers, so she couldn't help enjoying it when that crazy dream come true. She wanted to go home to her family and friends in the land of the free and the home of the brave, yet she never wanted this masochistic tropical adventure to end.

Ten minutes later, a door finally opened behind her. Three guerillas marched into the dungeon, with exaggerated footsteps resounding against the creaky wooden floorboards. Sargeants Khusugtun, Enkhjargal and Uuhai entered her field of vision, wearing nothing but leather combat boots. Khusugtun held a long genuine leather riding crop, and Enkhajargal brandished an equally intimidating leather bullwhip. Uuhai held a battery-powered "erotic zapper" in one hand, and the stolen PNN camera in the other. Their fully erect manhoods pointed long and proud toward Frida's pretty face. She whimpered fearfully, but dishonestly. Well-rehearsed "RPG fear" to get her pussy nice and wet, and get their kinky motors running.

"Khaltar shargal yanki mini, rok khiikhed belen baigaarai! Bid tany khaluukhan ögzögiig ene udaad mash sain shiitgekh bolno, sormuus büriig, khökhökh büriig, mön novsh bolgonyg shuud damjuulna!" Enkhjargal grunted angrily. Frida didn't understand a single word he said, so Uuhai translated for her.

"Get ready to rock, you dirty blonde yankee! We will punish your hot ass real good this time, livestreaming every lash and every fuck!"

The camera was linked up to a VPN-shrouded computer, ready to capture the hardcore BDSM action and livestream it on the dark web. Archiving the videos in the cloud and posting links on underground blog sites. Millions of perverts masturbated to Frida McMasters' kinky rebel gangbangs, despite the best efforts of Silicon Valley tech wizards to block access at the insistence of POTUS (who was hardly a choir boy himself.)

"Chinii khuvid uridchilj kharakh züil baikhgüi, shargal üst. Guravkhan tsereg chinii khoyor aluurchin khökhööröö togloj baina," Enkhjargal growled. (No foreplay for you, blondie. Just three hung soldiers playing with your two killer tits.)

He smacked her killer tits nice and hard with his bare right hand, five times each. Making her groan delightfully. Then he whipped her breasts harder with that genuine leather bullwhip, and she groaned louder, with her naked sweaty body shuddering against the brown leather restraints. Uuhai stepped closer with the camera, getting a good tight shot of her pale jiggling DDD's, turning redder and redder. The microphone recorded every blow in TrueHD audio, along with her harsh moans and slurping drool. Frida surged with intense masochistic arousal from head to toe, desperate for more sweet pain and rough sex.

"Bid chinii tom khuuramch khökhiig tamlakh durtai, novshiin yanki novsh!" Khusugtun roared. (We love torturing your big fake tits, you fucking yankee cunt!) He joined in the fun with his intimidating riding crop, lashing her (all natural) DDD's aggressively. Frida couldn't pretend to hate it anymore. Her kinky pleasure finally burst out after three long weeks, in a caterwauling crescendo.

"Oh fuck,

yes, yes, YEEESSSS!

I fucking love the way you torture me! Whip my dirty pussy, soldiers!"

"Fuck you, bitch! You will not give us orders!" Uuhai shouted in english, slapping both sides of her face.

"I'm sorry, sir," she groaned submissively.

"But

yes

, that is

exactly

what we will do."

They aimed their implements downward, lashing every millimeter of her neatly shaved snatch. That smooth leather felt so good on her sensitive pink folds, pounding them over and over and over. This was better than Frida's best kinky college experience, when she got dominated like hell by five freaky professors from the Syracuse Newhouse communications school. (After turning them on with her thesis defense about "Ann Coulter's Alt-Feminist Legacy.")

Khusugtun squeezed her clit between his right thumb and index finger, plumping it upward and outward like a little pink rose. He smacked that "flower" repeatedly with his left hand while Enkhjargal whipped her pussy with his riding crop. She voiced her intense pleasure like a crazed opera singer.

"God damn, that hurts so

goooood

!" she wailed toward the camera. Picturing thousands of guys around the world spanking their monkeys to this jungle abduction fetish spectacle. "You hard fucking rebels really turn me

on

!"

"Khövgüüdee khajuu tiishee yav. Bi ter shargal üst gichiig ünekheer ergüülekh bolno," Uuhai grunted. (Step aside, boys. I'll

really

turn that blondie bitch

on

.)

His fellow rebels reluctantly moved back, then he swooped in with the camera and that purple wireless electroshock wand. He zapped her pointy pink nipples relentlessly, driving her insane. Frida thrashed violently in bondage on that muggy jungle night, and thrashed even harder when he zapped her whip-raw clit. The electric popping sounds were so damn kinky, whipping everyone up to a militant frenzy. The other two hunks took turns shocking and whipping every square inch of her porn star caliber body.

"Novsh tiim ee, zaluusaa! Bid ene amyerik novshiig ööriin galzuu Frankyenshtyein bolgoj baina," Khusugtun cheered while zapping her flat sexy abs. (Fuck yeah, boys! We're making this American skank our freaky Frankenstein.)

Incredible stimulation raced across Frida's slender frame from every possible angle. She literally saw stars on the dingy white ceiling of the rebel base. It didn't take long for her to reach a massive earth-shattering climax; squirting five feet across the room and splashing the camera lens. Roaring like a tiger burning bright, in the forests of the night.

"Good

giiirl!

" Uuhai cheered in english. "We made you cum with pain... and now we'll make you cum

harder

with

pleasure

."

He passed the camera to Enkhjargal, then he hopped up on that wooden bondage platform and slammed his thick eight-inch penis all the way up her tight soaked vagina.

"Oh fuck, just like that!" Frida wailed. "Keep pounding my All-American twat!"

Uuhai fucked her fast and hard as usual. Bouncing her big white tits like hell. He growled fiercely and smacked those flailing hooters like speedball boxing bags.

"Call me your fearless leader, bitch," he growled while thrusting vigorously.

"You're my fearless leader, soldier."

"Louder!"

"You're my fearless leader, soldier!"

"LOUDER!"

"YOU'RE MY FEARLESS LEADER, SOLDIER!" she roared, squirting hard on his big rebel rod.

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Meanwhile, twelve American Navy SEALs cruised northward in a Blackhawk helicopter. Leaving the safety of USS Carl Vinson on the open sea, and heading right toward the danger zone.

"Hell yeah, boys," Jackson beamed while stroking an HK416 assault rifle like an extension of his penis. "This is some real superhero G.I. Joe shit. '

Be

all that you

can

be...'"

"I never thought I'd have

this

much fun when I signed on the dotted line," DiPietro agreed.

"Our job ain't 'fun,' DP," Gomez grunted. "No matter how many innocent civilians those freaks robbed, raped, and murdered. They still got families who love them."

"Fucked-up third world families," Pirelli chortled.

"Shit, man. The Pentagon wouldn't have put our asses on the line for Frida if she wasn't a sexy blonde news anchor with ninety million dollars," Smith uttered snarkily.

"Damn right," Sauer agreed. "The president is a real manly-man, so of course he sent in the cavalry to save one busty bimbo."

"Even if the president was a non-binary trans commie, 'they' would

still

rescue that busty blonde bimbo," Carson retorted. "Trying to lure some straight white dudes over to 'their' side."

"Yeah, whatever," Sauer muttered.

"I

am

one of those straight white dudes, and I got a major hard-on for Frida McMasters," O'Reilly beamed.

"Fuck yeah, bro. I wanna 'master' that hot bitch every fucking

night

," Tompkins added.

"We

all

wanna have a 'bipartisan caucus' in her cunt," Acevedo snickered.

Two hours later, the Blackhawk finally descended toward that disputed jungle region full of hardcore guerillas. The SEALs put their game faces on, gripping their assault rifles like tomahawk axes. Eager to defend the red white and blue against all enemies: foreign, domestic, and delusional.

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Khusugtun fucked Frida hard in the ass while smacking her big hooters. Sweat poured down his ripped body in the muggy "playroom," splashing all over her slender voluptuous body. He screwed her brains out for a solid five minutes, while Uuhai and Enkhjargal shoved their cocks down her throat. She gagged and groaned loudly against those long thick thrusting shafts. Ekhajargal shoved his dick up her pussy while Khusugtun kept ramming her asshole, raising her pleasure to the Nth degree.

"Novsh tiim ee, kharaal idsen Yanki ütree! Chamaig khüleegüi baigaasai gej bi möriitsöj baina, tegekheer bid khoyor bokhir nükhiig chini darj baikhad ta belgiin khavitagchaa tatna," Enkhjargal growled. (Fuck yeah, you goddamn yankee twat! I bet you wish you weren't tied up, so you could jack your clit while we slam your dirty holes!)

"Bi Patriot News-iin tukhai Hustler novsh elegleld durtai. Gekhdee bid tüüniig muusain Jyeims Dinees ilüü davamgailj baina," Uuhai remarked. (I love that Hustler porn parody of Patriot News. But we're dominating her way better than that little douchebag James Deen.)

He pulled his cock out of her mouth and slid it between her ample whip-raw breasts, squeezing them together and titty-fucking her rapidly while the other guys dominated the rest of her body from every possible angle.

"Ene gichiig salgaya. Bi tüüniig khaluukhan suudald ni tevrüülmeer baina," Khusugtun grunted. (Let's cut this bitch loose. I wanna fuck her in the 'hot seat.')

Those battle-hardened rebels quickly untied their kinky American sex kitten. Uuhai yanked her off the platform and shoved her against the top of a wooden bench. He stood up on the seat, hoisted her right leg up on his shoulders, and slammed his prick up her dripping wet slit.

"Oh god, just like that! Breaking my fucking pussy in half!"

"Novsh tiim, shargal okhin! Chamaig khajuu tiish ni nyatslakhdaa tom khökh chini yaaj üserch baigaad bi durtai." (Fuck yeah, blondie! I love how your big tits bounce when I fuck you sideways.)

"

Harder

, soldier! Fuck it like you bought it!" Frida growled.

Khusugtun couldn't understand a word she said after dropping out of middle school a decade ago, yet he obeyed her order. Pounding away in that precarious pose while the other guys skullfucked her even more. Enkhjargal grabbed Frida's legs, turned her body 180 degrees, and hammered her neatly shaved vagina with his feet firmly on the floor. Khusugtun hopped off the chair and lashed her flailing DDD's repeatedly with a bullwhip. Uuhai grabbed a bigger bullwhip and doubled her painful pleasure.

"You're gonna be our fuck slave forever, blondie!" he roared in english. Uuhai tapped out Enkhjargal and pussypounded her with his usual glee.

"Bi chinii bokhir amyerik novshind amidarmaar baina gichii mini!" he growled.

(I wanna fucking

live

in your dirty american cunt!)

"Nökhör mini, nüürend ni bultsuu. Bid tany degjin syekundyg üzen yaddag gedgiig ta medne," Uuhai ordered him in his native language. (Blow your load on her face, soldier. You know we hate getting your sloppy seconds all over our cocks.)

"Tiim ee, erkhem ee, Aidasgüi udirdagch," Enkhjargal chortled with a mock salute. (Yes sir, Fearless Leader.) He shoved Frida down on her knees and fired away, splattering her pretty pale face with gobs and gobs of hot rebel spunk. She moaned pleasantly, stroking her throbbing clit.

"Oooh

yeaaah

, I needed that cum so

bad

. It's the only cure for jungle fever," she remarked in delirious ecstasy.

"Taashaalyg ni khoyor dakhin nemegdüüleerei, nökhör mini!" Khusugtun beamed toward Uuhai. (Double her pleasure, comrade!) They lined up like a two-man firing squad and pumped her fair features full of jizz. She stuck her tongue way out and savored the bitter taste. After their "rifle chambers" were emptied, she grabbed two "barrels" and stroked them gently while sucking the other one nice and slow.

"Smile at the camera, bitch," Uuhai ordered dreamily. "Show the president how much of a kinky cum slut you are."

"Yes sir," Frida giggled. She put her sploogy face real close to the UHD lens, grinning sweetly and licking that stuff slowly off her lips. Just like Alexis Texis, her favorite blonde porn star with an equally stupendous ass. Five seconds later, the sound of high-caliber gunfire rang out on the perimeter of the base.

"Yamar novsh ve?" the soldiers shouted in unison. (What the hell?)

"Kheden vintov avaad baazyg khamgaalaarai! Bi end üldej, baritsaalagchiig khamgaalna," Uuhai ordered. (Grab some weapons and defend the base! I'll stay here and guard the hostage.)

Two naked rebels grabbed some bootlegged AR-15's from a wall rack and ran out of the building while Uuhai stayed with Frida, grabbing a smaller M17 pistol as the last line of defense. They gazed at each other with awkward half-horniness and half-terror, while the camera kept recording and the computer kept livestreaming her nude whip-striped body to the dark web. All those horndog perverts living in their parent's basements were like, "WTF, bro?"

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The Navy SEALs landed a mile away, next to a rushing river. They exited the chopper and used compact GPS devices to stealthily approach the rebel base through a dense rainforest. The element of surprise was of critical importance to "Operation Golden Griffin." They crept up to the edge of the base twenty minutes later, opening fire and slaughtering the entire perimeter patrol in just thirty seconds. Ten more enemy soldiers burst out of the headquarters with assault rifles blazing from two hundred feet away... but those cheap inaccurate weapons were no match for the elite American gas-operated HK416's. The computer-enhanced laser sights located the rebel scum with ease on that dark tropical night, and their souls were quickly sent to hell by frangible lead slugs, with zero casualties on the American side.

"Close ranks and invade the building!" Captain Bradley barked. "Keep your eyes peeled for hidden hostiles!"

Those well-trained doughboy commandos carefully entered a small one-story building that was camouflaged with branches and leaves. After turning a corner, two more guerrillas opened fire, grazing the helmets of Tompkins and Shaw. The Americans ducked back behind a thin plywood wall, located the rebels through the barrier with their heat-seeking scopes, and pulled the triggers. Those fools were dead before the sound of shattering plywood could reach their eardrums.

"This room is clear, Captain!" Conner shouted.

"So is this room, Captain!" Chang echoed from across the hall.

"POP-POP-POP!"

"Shit! That other room

ain't

clear!" Acevedo grunted. They all ducked behind a metal platform covered with BDSM porn magazines and DVD's.

"That must be the room with the hostage, by process of elimination," Bradley muttered. "Approach with caution, men. You better not shoot that hot news broad!"

Three brave SEALs skulked toward that room like prowling jaguars. They shot that guy three times in the neck, leaving his head hanging by a thread on the floor. Peering around a corner, they saw the last rebel standing, naked except for a pair of leather jackboots. Uuhai was pointing a small handgun at the shiny blonde head of Frida McMasters. She was still butt fucking naked, gazing at her countrymen with an oddly blank expression.

"Put those guns down, yankee motherfuckers!" Uuhai growled desperately. "No sudden moves, or I swear to god I'll kill this talking head cunt on livestream video," he added, pointing at the PNN camera on a nearby table. "You know I'm fucking crazy, so-"

POW-POW-POW-POW-

pish

-

squash!

Uuhai was cut short in mid-sentence by four frangible slugs, fired simultaneously by Sargeants Smith and Jackson. One slug blew his right hand off at the wrist, taking his gun with it to the floor. The other three slugs completely disintegrated his head, splattering his brains six feet back against a shelf full of kinky toys.

"

Shiiiit

!" Frida shouted in terror. Uuhai's lips kept snarling at the SEALs as gravity tilted his lifeless body away from her. Sprawling out on a bondage platform, assuming a grimly artistic Hannibal Lecter-esque pose.

"Are you okay, Miss McMasters?" Bradley uttered awkwardly, wiping rebel blood off her face with a tissue from his pocket.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she croaked.

"Damn, girl. You're the luckiest talking head on the face of the earth,'" Acevedo remarked. He couldn't help admiring her amazing bare body, and neither could the other hunky SEALs.

"You're a real American hero," she replied slyly, getting a nice little ego boost from their admiration. She really missed hanging out with well-fed witty American alpha males.