Arianna, Layla, Mira, and Sandy had embarked on their risky adventure with the best of intentions. Working for an NGO aid group called 'Hearts Healing Conflict,' they had volunteered to help bring in humanitarian supplies to the tiny, struggling third world nation of Ajikistan, which was in the midst of a civil war. Unfortunately for them, the young women had no idea how dangerous the job of driving the supply trucks really was. They had been told that as long as they stayed on the main highway which connected with Sher'bah, the nation's capital, they would be safe.
But it was a lie.
Rebels led by General Aamir, the commander of the southern faction, ambushed their caravan and took them captive. Aamir was a religious extremist. His black beard and his deadened eyes, the color of dark coals, gave off a forbidding presence. Now, as the four girls were hustled out of the back of a truck, a group of soldiers took them into a large tent with a carpeted interior and proceeded to rip off all of their clothes. Soon the four girls were butt-naked. Arianna was a gorgeous Latina with huge tits, big hips, raven-black hair, and a strong, well-chiseled face. Layla was more delicate, her skin a pale shade that complemented her straight, light brown hair and more dainty breasts. Then there was Mira, the greatest beauty of them all, a sexy brunette with the perfect proportions, lean hips, medium-sized breasts, and the face of a goddess. Last was Sandy, a gorgeous blonde girl who loved to wear pink everywhere she went.
All four of the young women were between the ages of 20 and 23. They were as beautiful as they were innocent...for now.
General Aamir motioned to one of his men, Kasim, and to another man, Musad. The four women huddled in the corner, covering their breasts and private parts as best they could with their bare hands.
The stocky general pointed to the pale brunette. Layla.
"Bring that bitch over here."
"No! Please!" the girls cried as the two soldiers dragged Layla over to the General. They set her on her knees as the General pulled his pants down. His huge, vein-throbbing cock popped free. It was long and incredibly stiff.
"I suggest you start sucking cock, little American slut. Pleasing me is now your only purpose."
Layla shook her head. "No. Please, let us go!" The General backhanded her. She tipped sideways, groaning as the men pulled her back to her knees. Blood trickled from her lips.
"Stupid cunt. You don't listen, you get punished." The General turned to his two loyal men. "Spread the cunt's legs wide open. I'm going to fuck her pussy now." Layla thrashed and begged for them to stop as the two strong soldiers pinned her arms and spread her sexy thighs while forcing her to lay back. The General shrugged out of his shirt and took off his pants, socks, and boots, chucking them aside. Layla's eyes widened as the General leaned between her legs, gently probing the lips of her pussy with his cock-head, rubbing it around her entrance. He continued teasing her as his cock-head traipsed in a gentle circle around the opening to her fuck-hole.
"Please, don't rape me!" she cried.
The General looked at her darkly. "Quiet, little American slut. It's time you felt a real Arab cock. This is the BEST PART of what is going to happen to you. Be thankful that I am gracing you with my cock. You do not deserve it. I will torture and kill you like all the other sluts I've captured soon enough, oh yes. But first, let us have some FUN."
So saying, the General eased forward, groaning with delight as his cock pushed forward deep into Layla's tight pussy. The brunette squirmed and moaned as she felt her intimate folds brutally violated...as she felt his cock slide all the way inside her soft, once-pristine sex.
"No...please!" she panted, her eyes squeezed shut as tears slid down her cheeks. But the General simply pulled out all the way, only to thrust in even more savagely. Again. And then again. And again. Soon the old general had established a fierce rhythm, fucking his young captive with all the force he could muster as his men held her by the wrists and his testicles slapped with a constant cadence against her inner thighs.
"UHH! UH!! UHH!! This little cunt is damn tight. Tightest pussy I have fucked in ages," he grunted. The General reached down, squeezing the beautiful girl's tits as she cried out.
"OW. Please stop. You're hurting me!" she wailed. But it seemed to only excite the General even more. Soon he was slamming his hips forward, his cock crashing full-force up the captive girl's helpless cunt, the constant pounding making her breasts jiggle wildly. The other three girls looked away, unwilling to see their friend get brutally raped. All they could hear were Layla's constant moans and cries as the General fucked her pussy like a machine. He had fucked her for maybe ten minutes, and she now lay like a limp rag doll underneath him - her slender nakedness covered completely by his bulky male form.
"Go have fun with the other bitches. I think I can handle this one," the General muttered to his men. Layla's eyes opened just in time to see General Aamir lean down, giving her a sloppy kiss as his shaft invaded her sex once more. She felt him stretching her pussy. She groaned as his tongue invaded her mouth, stifling her pleas.
Meanwhile, just a few feet away, Kasim, the scar-faced soldier, the taller of the two, took Mira and tied her wrists above her head to the wooden beam near the tent's center. He then tied her ankles wide, forcing her to stand naked with pussy fully exposed.
"Please, don't touch me!" Mira cried.