Captured in Ajikistan 4 - Horror Camp
The rebel truck trundled along a sorry excuse for a road - just a furrow of gravel-speckled dirt stretching like a dead snake through the rough desert terrain. The truck was headed for General Aamir's nearest training camp, home to more than one hundred jihadi fighters, and the truck's cargo included two attractive casualties of a pointless war.
The tiny, war-ravaged nation of Ajikistan had been crippled by civil war for the past six years, but few nations cared enough to do anything to help. Only fatally idealistic or naïve NGOs staffed with do-gooders from First World countries were foolish enough to think they could make a difference.
That was how poor Sandy and Layla - two beautiful girls in their early 20's who had volunteered with one of the humanitarian aid groups - had found themselves captured by General Aamir, leader of one of the warring factions.
Now, as the two girls lay naked in the back of Aamir's truck, hands bound behind their backs, ankles tied together, they thought of their two closest friends who had been left behind. Mira and Arianna had been left to the tender mercies of Musad, one of General Aamir's best soldiers, and they shuddered to imagine what he was doing to them even now.
But Sandy knew that they had their own more pressing problems to deal with. She looked over at Layla now. Layla was gorgeous, her slim, pale body framed by long, dark hair. Her expressive deep brown eyes shone with fear, her medium-sized breasts rising and falling rapidly as she breathed hard through her nose due to the gag which had been fastened tightly to her mouth.
Sandy had been at least spared the indignity of a gag. She took what consolation she could from that and tried to think of a way out of this nightmare.
"How are the two American whores faring? We are almost there!" General Aamir shouted from the front driver's seat.
"They are very horny and looking forward to the many cocks they will soon meet!" Kasim called from the back, his gloating filled with cruelty. The soldier watching over them in the back of the truck was naked, his uniform thrown aside, and he had an arm draped around each girl's shoulders as they lay on either side of him frozen with dread and fear.
He cupped the side of Sandy's cheek with deceptive gentleness. He found this American girl, with her much larger breasts and perfectly symmetrical face, to be the more beautiful of the two. Sandy looked down at the man's cock, which sprang up rigid and straight. A pearly drop of pre-cum glistened at its tip.
Kasim grunted.
"The General promised you would be raped by 100 cocks once we reached camp, and I can tell you, infidel cunt, that he is a man of his word. But you can still maybe buy yourself some mercy. Your girlfriend over there," Kasim grunted, jerking his head in Layla's direction, "has her pretty mouth stuffed full, but you - YOU have a perfectly good-looking mouth unoccupied. I wonder if you know how to use it?" he asked suggestively.
Taking the hint and knowing that she had no other choice, Sandy awkwardly knelt over his crotch. It was awkward because her wrists were tied painfully tight behind her back, and her ankles were tied just as tight, but she tried to ignore the discomfort. She tried not to flinch as she felt his hands hold her lush, golden hair away from her face...or as she smelled the strong male scent of his throbbing cock right beneath her nose. She opened her mouth and took him in, her tongue cradling the underside of his shaft as she tasted salt and sweat and the soldier's distinct flavor. Her mouth began to slide up and down his eager shaft, but that wasn't good enough. He thrust her head down onto his lap, forcing his cock half-way down her throat.
"UGGHHH!!" she groaned and gurgled as the soldier's manhood slid forcefully between her lips, lodging itself so deep that her nose pressed against his pubic hair as the man's balls bulged against her chin.
"Ahhh yes, American slut. You suck cock properly or not at all... Ohhh, and I have less pleasant games we can play if you choose to be difficult." The scar-faced soldier had dark eyes that always seemed to glitter with a predatory gleam, especially now. Sandy's pleading blue eyes looked up to him now as she sucked and slurped desperately on his shaft. Her eyes watered as she struggled to take in air. Her chest heaved, her big, beautiful breasts rising and falling as she could barely suck in enough air to not black out.
Finally, mercifully, the soldier pulled her head up off of his lap. Her lips came off of the elongated prick with a loud POP. She coughed violently, strings of pre-cum drifting from her mouth.
"You call that sucking? Worthless whore. You American bitches never learn proper submissiveness in your country. You godless and selfish sluts only think of your own pleasure. No wonder you never learned to properly pleasure a real man's cock!" Kasim growled. "Fine, you can suck my balls while I decide how else to amuse myself until we arrive at camp."
Sandy cringed inwardly. 'How can he be so cruel?' And then another thought made her stomach lurch. 'But what if he's gentle compared to some of the others?' The brutal gang-rape that she had to look forward to made her body course with adrenaline and a fresh wave of panic.
She sucked frantically, taking one of his testicles into her mouth and sucking on it fervently while he idly fondled her breasts, cupping and petting her nipples as they pebbled up beneath his fingers.
Meanwhile, Kasim called up toward the General.
"General, it seems the blonde cunt doesn't know how to suck cock very well after all."
"She will get a crash course on cock sucking soon enough, Kasim. Stop toying with her back there and get both of those cunts shaved!"
Shaved?? What???
Layla and Sanda exchanged a fresh look of dread and disbelief as Kasim shoved Sandy's head away from his testicles with a sigh.
"No more fun for me, I guess. Well, that's not entirely true," he said with a broad grin. Then he retrieved a bag of toiletries from the bed of the truck and unzipped it. Soon he was drawing out a spray can of shaving cream and a razor.
"Now we prepare you for the men. We need to make sure that you will be ready to be honored by their attentions as soon as we arrive."
Sandy's heart sank.
"Oh no. Please no..." she said, trembling as the man instructed her to open her legs.
"I said open your legs!" He slapped her, and she fell backward, her thighs opening for him.
With her eyes squeezed shut, Sandy felt him apply the shaving cream. He began to shave her delicate sex with surprising deftness and skill. Meanwhile, Layla couldn't help but watch her girlfriend's awful fate with horrified fascination, knowing it would soon be hers as well.
Once Kasim had finished with Sandy, he turned to poor Layla. Layla had begun scooting away toward the other side of the truck bed, as if putting those extra few inches of space would do her any good. She was acting on instinct now rather than logic. Her body tensed as he cut away the bindings around her ankles. At first it puzzled her. She thought about kicking him, but then she remembered General Aamir in the front seat, armed with a rifle and pistol.
"Open your legs for me, bitch. I have an idea that will make shaving your little American cunt both more fun and challenging." Layla's pale thighs spread for him.
"UHHH!! NNN!!" She looked into his eyes, begging for mercy as drool slid from the ball-gag in her mouth all the way down her chin. Yet he easily ignored her desperate need to be treated as a human being. Instead, as if she was just a piece of property, he knelt between her legs and thrust his cock into her bare cunt. Then, once his length was fully encased in her heavenly warmth, he began applying the shaving cream around her pussy, very slowly and methodically shaving her pubic hair.
"See, American bitch? I can fuck you and shave you at the same time. You see now how Ajikistani men are more talented than those pathetic little boys you call 'men' back in your homeland." Layla tensed the entire time he shaved her, amazed at how sure and smooth his strokes were, and his instinctive ability to pause right before the truck hit a pothole in the gravel-dirt road as if he had done this a thousand times before. At last, once he had finished with her, the skin around her sex was now as soft and smooth as silk. He put down the razor. Now he gripped her hips.
"All done. Now we FUCK," he growled, his hips slamming forward as his cock began to move in and out of her.
Layla could do nothing but groan through her gag as the man raped her. What made it even worse, though, was that Sandy was watching every second of it, lying right beside her, and that part of her deep, deep down admitted that she enjoyed the man's dominance. Layla had a fleeting flashback suddenly, a scrap of memory of her first boyfriend, Dietrich, cuffing her hands to his bed and fucking her roughly from behind. Dietrich had gagged her too, and she remembered biting so hard into that rubber ball as he'd stretched her cunt. It was the gag in her mouth right now, she realized, which was reawakening that instinctual arousal, flashing her back to that happier memory. A dark yet lustful memory that confused her brain and made her wonder about the overlap between pain and pleasure, past and present.
'What's wrong with me?' Layla cringed, her eyes squeezing shut as shame flooded through her.
Yet the similarity of this sensation to that long ago experience, despite her fear just now...it persisted, and Layla's eyes grew heavy-lidded with lust as she felt the cock slam into her again and again. Her naked, willowy figure trembled under the soldier's onslaught, his cock raping her like a jackhammer, fucking her with absolutely no mercy. Kasim's tight-knuckled grip left two red marks, one on either of the girl's hips, as he plunged into her, reveling in the grip of her sex around his slamming shaft. Soon after, the truck came to an abrupt halt. It stopped Kasim's rhythm, but only for a moment. Almost immediately he resumed pumping his hips forward and watching his cock vanish balls-deep in Layla's snatch with loud smacking sounds as she lay there helpless, drooling and looking up at him.
"Kasim, we are at the camp. Take your dick out of that whore and bring those two sluts along for our meeting with Commander Hakim!"
"UHH!! Fuck!" Kasim groaned. His eyes bulged, then snapped shut in ecstasy as Layla felt the hard heat of that thick column of manhood straining inside her. Then it burst, huge spurts of cum flying toward the intimacy of her womb, filling her raped pussy until it was a hopelessly sticky mess. She almost wanted to die when she saw Kasim draw his partly-wilted shaft out of her, its bulbous head sheathed in the mixture of his fluid and hers.
"Kasim! What the fuck? We just cleaned these two sluts up for the men. What are you doing?!!"
The General Aamir had stepped out of the truck and stomped around to the back. Hands on hips, face flushed with fury, he glared just in time to see Kasim standing up from between Layla's legs. The continuing flow of jism from Layla's raped pussy, oozing onto the floor of the truck, gave no doubt to Kasim's deed as the soldier began to apologize profusely.
"Forgive me, General. I... I couldn't control myself. This infidel cunt bewitched me with her -"
