Marine Raided Ch 02

Chapter 2: Semper Fucked

The man whipping her was a large Taliban soldier with huge arms and a powerful swing. He was also extremely skilled with the bull whip in his hand, and made use of his skill to dominate every part of Captain Dankiewicz's nubile, athletic body. The fact that she was bent double, restrained in a pillory, and obediently presenting her firm, heart-shaped ass to him made her an easy target. The spreader bar between her legs helped as well, allowing him to strike the tender skin of her inner thighs. But now he took aim at an area that was even more delicate.

*WHI-PSSH!*

"YYUUUUHHHH!!"

The master torturer expertly cracked the whip directly on the vulnerable flesh of her perineum, exactly in between her pussy and asshole. The pain was exquisite, nearly causing the decorated special operations officer to faint. Her whole body shook in response to the agony radiating from her abused taint. A new coat of perspiration covered her taut form, causing her to shine divinely under the morning sun. The general, who was watching her debasement closely, chuckled as the whipping sent the beautiful white woman's asshole aquiver. She had been ordered to stand on her tip toes, but the pain made her uncontrollably drop to her heels.

"Back on your toes, infidel whore!" Muhammad ordered. "Leave it to women to be so undisciplined."

"Yessir," Cheryl said submissively. She did her best to ignore the pain and got back on the balls of her feet. Standing on her toes made the muscles in her calves, thighs, and back stand out, further enhancing her beauty. Preparing for the worst, the Raider steeled her resolve and braced herself for another lash. She tensed every muscle in an effort to harden her body against the tyranny of the whip. Her powerful glutes were clenched especially tight.

*WHI-PSSH!*

"YYUUUUHHHH!!"

Nevertheless, her assailant was able to take careful aim and land the whip down the center of her crack right between her cheeks, subjecting her taint flesh to the agony of the lash's kiss again. Cheryl managed to stay on her toes this time, but her tightly wound form shivered from head to toe and her hips bucked unconsciously in response to the strike. Her clenching ass beaded with a new layer of sweat, like morning dew on a ripe melon. The beginning of rebellious tears started to form in her still defiant eyes.

"Please, let me rest, I just need to-"

*WHI-PSSH!*

"YYUUUUHHHH!!"

Given no time to recover, the third strike on the same spot on her sensitive perineum was too much for the normally coolheaded operative to handle. She collapsed under the blow and hung limply from the wooden stocks. Even more humiliating for the female officer, the brutal whipping had caused her to lose control of her bladder, making her involuntarily piss all over herself in front of the jeering crowd.

"Look at the degenerate American harlot, she's wet herself!"

"Are all Western women so dirty?"

"And she purports to give orders to men? How pathetic."

Cheryl continued drooping in the stocks, praying it was all over. Her hopes were dashed when she felt another man approach her from behind. He held a large 200ml plastic syringe in one hand and a bucket full of pure black engine oil in the other. From his uniform, he appeared to be some kind of military medic. She watched over her shoulder with increasing trepidation as the man loaded up the syringe with oil before walking up right behind her.

"Get back on your toes and stick your ass back in the air," General Muhammad growled.

The abused woman did as she was told, gently getting back on her feet in a bent position, unsure of what lay in store for her next.

"Huhhn!"

Cheryl grunted as she felt the medic stick the syringe into her yielding sphincter and start depositing the dirty engine oil into her ass canal.

"Awwww, stop, what are you doing?!"

"This is the reason you came to our land, is it not? We're simply giving you what you were always after," the general taunted. Chuckles and some cheering broke out among the audience.

"Uugghh, you perverted fucks!" Cheryl groaned pitiably. The oil sloshed uncomfortably around in her rectum making her feel sick. After the first load, the medic refilled his syringe and deposited multiple more full loads of oil inside the American's ass, filling her to the brim. Then he walked away, making room for General Mohammad. The Arab man walked up behind her and gave her upraised ass a firm slap.

*SMACK!*

"Ahhh!"

Cheryl squeezed her glutes just in time to keep her asshole clenched tight and avoid leaking any of the oil. Apparently the general intended to give her an oil enema in front of her team, adding yet another level of humiliation and dehumanization to her ordeal. As hopeless as her current situation was, she still didn't want her men seeing their leader with black motor oil spewing from her asshole like some kind of depraved fountain.

Taking advantage of the distraction caused by the slap, the medic stepped in front of Cheryl and inserted a pill into her mouth. He then covered her mouth and nose and forced her to swallow.

"Mmrrrfff! Gllrrkk-" *cough* *cough*

"Ahmad was an infidel, but his infatuation with certain foreign products may yet be of some use. I believe you're already familiar with this drug," the general said as he disrobed behind her.

Cheryl felt the powerful effects of what could only be another dose of Aphoria stirring in her loins. He was going to rape her with her ass filled with oil, and he was going to make her cum while doing it, she realized. True to her prediction, she felt the Arab man's hard cock broach her pussy lips just as the insidious aphrodisiac was starting to make her wet down there.

"Uunggh!"

With one quick trust, the general sheathed himself within the warm folds of the American officer, causing her to groan loudly. Thanks to the drug, just the feeling of his dick in her pussy was almost enough to cause Cheryl to cum right there. But the trained operative used every ounce of her mental fortitude to resist the drug-induced pleasure and maintain the smallest semblance of dignity.

"Huhhh! Ohhh! Fuck! Hahhh!"

The general started riding the white woman hard, making her moan despite herself. He pounded his full length into Cheryl's moist love tunnel with each thrust. The wet sounds of her tight, sweaty ass slapping against his thighs hung in the air in concert with Cheryl's gasps and animal grunts. She couldn't help vocalizing her rape, the drug was just too effective. After a few minutes of valiant effort, the steady fucking had the intended effect. With her hands balled into fists, her jaw set, and her teeth gritted in futile focus, Cheryl's sexy body was pushed into an undeniable orgasm.

"Hhhnnnnggghhh!!"

The stunning brunette arched her back and shuddered all over. She stayed on the balls of her feet, causing the muscles in her calves and thighs to coil and uncoil as the waves of pleasure washed over her. The normally demure woman squirted her screaming climax all over, drenching herself and her rapist. Although she couldn't keep herself from cumming, she at least did her best to maintain some control over her ass. The decorated markswoman's asshole quivered in sensation, but not enough to leak out any of the oil.

Muhammad noticed her ass tighten up as she came, probably in a pointless effort to delay the inevitable. He looked down and smirked, watching the white woman's cute sphincter twitch rapidly. She was going to fart out an entire bucketful of oil, and there was nothing she could do about it. Muhammad would make sure of that.

"Awww shit, slow down, please, go slower!" Cheryl pleaded, trying to space out the multiple orgasms that she knew were forthcoming. Doing just the opposite, the general sped up his pace and reached around to the American's dainty clit. Locating it swiftly, he began flicking the sensitive nub mercilessly.

"No, not there, don't! Y-You're making me- Hhhhhnnnnggghh!!"

Cheryl's second orgasm chained off the first, jolting her sensuous body with new spasms of unrelenting bliss. The desperate woman trembled like a leaf. Her abs rolled, her thighs shivered, and her slender toes clawed at the floor of the makeshift stage. Her anus was somewhat weakened from the cruel taint whipping from earlier. A second consecutive climax was too much for her tiring ass muscles to handle, and her winking brown starfish began leaking some of the engine oil. Try as she might, the desperate riflewoman was unable to calm the mad twitching of her asshole. A couple rivulets of black liquid traveled down her long, statuesque legs, in stark contrast to her pale, alabaster skin.

Unappeased by this defeat and gunning for total humiliation, the general held the brunette's hard clitoris between his thumb and index finger and pinched hard.

"Aaaaiiiiiiiieeeeee!!"

Cheryl saw stars as the intense clitoral stimulation brought on an immediate third orgasm. The general prolonged the throes of her ecstasy by continuing to pinch and tug her nub roughly, the Aphoria elevating his crude technique into sharp pleasure. Utterly focused on this new attack, Cheryl lost complete control of her ass. Her quivering asshole gave way at last, thus ending the markswoman's valiant efforts to resist the Arab man's will.

*PFFFFFFTTTTT!* *SPLASH!*

"Awwwwwww fuuuckkk, my ass!" Cheryl cried out in defeat as she began farting out the oil.

Black engine oil erupted from her twinkling asshole and covered the both of them in greasy lubricant. This didn't slow the general down a wit, as he drove into the disgraced officer with renewed gusto. Each time he slammed his hips into her plump behind, he would force more of the oil to spew from her sputtering sphincter, filling the air with the sounds of demeaning wet farts.

*PFFFTT!* *PFFFTT!* *PFFFTT!*

"Awwwww shit, you fuckers!"

*PFFFTT!* *PFFFTT!* *PFFFTT!*

"Ohhh god, just stop it already!"

*PFFFTT!* *PFFFTT!* *PFFFTT!*

"Awwww fuuckkk, I can't take it!"

The crowd cheered at the debauched spectacle, throwing out insults and derision at the poor woman.

"Look, the white woman is farting out the oil!"

"These American bitches are so nasty!"

"Her ass couldn't hold it because of how loose it must be!"

General Muhammad, close to being out of steam himself, pulled out of his prisoner's lovely pussy and came around to where her head was locked in the pillory. With careful aim, he painted his release onto the brunette's pretty face, landing globs of his sticky seed into her eyes, up her nose, and all over her hair. Then he grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her to look at his men.

"You see? This is what the American heathens deserve to look like, in their true colors!" he roared. "This is where their women belong, in chains in service to us!"

His bigoted remarks received a standing ovation from the Taliban audience. Muhammad then walked over to her side and released her feet from the spreader bar. Then he grabbed one of her ankles and abruptly pulled her leg straight up, revealing her dripping pussy and clit.

"Look at the size of this bitch's sex. She's in heat, soaking with need. Desperate for the cock of her supposed enemy. This is their true nature!" the general continued, conveniently leaving out the fact that she had been drugged with a chemical aphrodisiac. He then landed three heavy open palm slaps on Cheryl's exposed pussy pad in rapid succession.

*SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!*

"Ungh! Yoww! Hahhh!"

"See how she mewls with lust, even when I punish her heretic cunt," he said. He then let go of her foot and stood behind her. The Arab man put his large hands on both of her ass cheeks and pried them for the world to see. He stuck a coarse finger into her still leaking anus and wriggled it around brazenly.

"Ugghh..." Cheryl moaned.

"Even her asshole is hedonistic. Look how it yields freely to my finger, loose and used up. This is why they are deserving of punishment, brothers!" Muhammad denounced. "And now it is finally our time to take vengeance against the infidels! Today, you will all have your way with the white bitch. Avail yourselves of her charms, despoil her, and plunder the secrets of her wanton, godless body. Tomorrow, we will take the fight to the traitorous ANA dogs!"

"Wait, you never said-"

Cheryl's grievances were downed out as the crowd exploded in cheers and men raced each other to mob the restrained brunette. In no time at all, a man had stuck his erect cock into the markswoman's warm mouth. Another replaced the hole that Muhammad had left empty and began rutting into her. General Muhammad chuckled as he walked away. As much as he wanted to stay and watch, he had important work to do.

The general's men had first go at the brunette stunner. They ran a brutal train on her mouth, pussy, and ass, giving her no time to rest. The aphrodisiac ensured she kept cumming for them like the whore Muhammad had claimed she was. After they were done, Ahmad's defectors were given a chance to pillage the American's body. Many of them had worked with her already for months, and hated having been put in a position subordinate to a woman. These men were even rougher than Muhammad's soldiers. They vigorously gang raped her and made sport of her defenseless body. Once they were done, the first group of soldiers had another go of her.

By the time everyone was done, it was late into evening. A near catatonic Cheryl hung weakly in the pillory. Almost every inch of her once fair skin was covered in the dried-up spunk of countless Afghan men. Globs of it still oozed slowly from her plump pussy lips and gaping, broken-in asshole. A plurality of the men had chosen to ejaculate on her attractive American face, the semen nearly caking her eyelids shut. She herself had cum numerous times, the proof of her many orgasms still soaking the stage of her lurid performance.

Eventually, a couple of guards unlocked her from the stocks and dragged her half-conscious body to the base commanding officer's quarters. There, General Muhammad was waiting for her in his bedroom. The guards dumped her body on the ground in front of him before leaving them alone together.

"Now then, 'Captain' Dankiewicz, do you understand your new place in life?" the general asked.

"Just... Just don't hurt any of my people," Cheryl responded quietly. "Leave them alone, and I'll do your sick bidding. But if you lay your hand on any of them, I swear I will kill you."

"Still so full of fight, are you?" the amused general noted. "We'll see how long that lasts, American whore. Swallow this."

Cheryl groaned as he handed her another pill of Aphoria. Her holes were fucked raw and sore from the violations of the last 24 hours. Still, the brave operative took it from him and swallowed it.

"You'll stay at the foot of my bed tonight. I may make use of you throughout the night, if I see fit to. Otherwise, ensure you stay quiet and do not wake me. If you do, I will have your ankles locked in foot stocks and have my men whip your bare soles until you faint. Understand?"

"Y-Yessir," replied Cheryl, cursing herself for letting fear creep audibly into her voice.

"Good. Now, perhaps you remember your friends?" he said, as he took out a pair of handcuffs and the long black vibrator Ahmad had used on her only last night. He cuffed Cheryl's hands behind her back and around a bedpost. Then he inserted the vibrator inside her well-fucked pussy and turned it on.

"Huuhn!"

The general had also kept her original, unwashed thong from the previous evening. He slid the purple garment up Chery's legs and used it to secure the vibrator in place for the rest of the night.

"Sweet dreams," he said mockingly, before getting into bed. Already, the combo of vibrator and aphrodisiac was taking a toll on Cheryl's body. As the lights in the room switched off, the brunette beauty shuddered in the first of many orgasms that night. As ordered, she writhed in disciplined silence, so as not to disturb her tormentor's sleep.

Cheryl enjoyed precious little sleep that night, an experience that was becoming all too common. Muhammad had only woken up once during the night, at which point he urinated in her mouth and forced her to drink it all. Then he made her fellate him before going back to sleep.

In the morning, the weary American was uncuffed and brought back out on the stage from the day before. Similar to then, the men were given free use of her body. To incentivize her active participation, she was given a choice. She could either eagerly accept her new role on base, or they would force her to take more Aphoria. She chose the former.

And so, Captain Dankiewicz of the US Marine Raider Regiment began fucking in rhythm with her Taliban rapists, encouraging them with dirty talk and sensuous moans of lust. She bounced and bucked and writhed for their pleasure. This became a daily occurrence, with the brunette stunner being a way for the soldiers to unwind after a long day. During the evenings, she continued being General Muhammad's personal sex slave, and spent most nights doped up on Aphoria with a vibrator buzzing away in her loins.

Days blurred into weeks and weeks into months of sexual servitude to her hated enemies. But Cheryl never gave up hope that her country would arrange for a POW trade and rescue them.