Prisoners of War

by Hungry Guy

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, NonConsensual, Heterosexual, Cheating, Humiliation, Sadistic, Torture, Oral Sex, Water Sports, Scatology, Violent, .

Desc: Sex Story: An American couple experiences horrific conditions after the US is invaded.

Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental.

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On the day that China invaded the United States Corinne had kissed her husband goodbye in the morning, and had gone to work as usual after dropping her infant son off at the babysitter along the way.

The news was announced over the public address system in the office building where she worked that morning. Everyone was stunned by the sudden unexpected invasion, but news reports stressed that the invaders had no chance of succeeding.

Later in the afternoon, news reports indicated that the invaders had captured and were occupying some communities near the shore where they landed, which wasn't too far from where Corinne worked. Following these reports, the company closed the office and let everyone off early.

On her way out of the building, Corinne met Paul who was a co-worker of hers whom she was friends with and occasionally met for lunch in the company cafeteria. "What do you think of all this," Corinne asked Paul?

"I can't believe it," replied Paul, "why would China want to attack the United States for? But I think it'll all be over by tomorrow. Just be careful going home, Corinne."

"You too, Paul. Bye, bye."

Corinne was fond of Paul, in a friendly way. She knew he was attracted to her, in more than a friendly way, and he was trying hard not to let it show. But she could still tell. She knew that she would never cheat on her husband, so she continued their friendship.

A few blocks after leaving the office, Corinne came to a roadblock. Several Chinese soldiers were standing around a truck waving assault rifles at all the cars they had stopped, including hers. They ordered her out of her car in a language she didn't understand and into the back of the truck. In the truck many people were bound by wrists and ankles with leather straps. Once in the truck herself, more Chinese soldiers strapped her wrists and ankles together. They continued filling the truck with people until they were piled on top of each other several bodies deep.

The truck then drove off. It drove only a short distance, but the ride was very uncomfortable lying on a hard plank floor with several other people on top of her as the truck bounced and jostled them all.

They were then all pulled out of the truck by their bonds, allowed to fall off the back of the truck and onto the ground. Like the others, she was dragged into a building. Inside the building, a large group of people, men and women, were huddled together completely naked, guarded by more Chinese soldiers. One of the soldiers cut her straps off with his bayonet, nicking her flesh at the time, and motioned her to stand. She stood, and then the solder made a motion as though tearing his uniform off.

Not catching his meaning immediately, the soldier poked his bayonet into her sweater almost stabbing her, and pulled it down leaving a long tear in it. He made the motion once again. Finally catching his meaning, she removed her clothing. She also noticed that all the others from the truck were undergoing the same routine.

She removed her sweater, her blouse, and her pants, but she stopped when she got down to her bra and panties. The soldier looked at her quick, then slashed his bayonet down her chest between her breasts slicing her bra where the cups connect and leaving a vertical cut in her chest between her breasts. He then glanced down at her hips, and she immediately pulled her panties off as fast as she could.

The soldiers then motioned for her to join the huddled crowd, which she did. The cut in her chest wasn't very deep, neither was the cut in her wrist, and the bleeding stopped after several minutes.

A few minutes later, a forklift drove in carrying a number of 55-gallon drums with quarter sized holes punched all around the upper and lower edges. When she saw next horrified her. The tops of the drums were being wrenched off with crowbars, and the people were being ordered to get into the drums -- tall people alone, and short people in twos -- men together, women together, and men and women together -- and also apparently people who, until now did not know each other. Usually the person would enter the drum without much fuss, but occasionally a person would step into his drum and immediately jump out again screaming. When this happened, the soldiers would grab him and throw the person, whether man or woman, back into the drum and hammer the lid on. Very often, the person's continued screams could be heard muffled through the holes in the drum.

Like some of the others, Corinne began crying thinking she was about to die shortly. She didn't want to die, not now, so young with a husband and family. And she didn't want to die in whatever horrible manner they had planned for them all in these drums. Images of the drums being dumped in a river, or being buried in a landfill, or being burned in an incinerator raged through her mind.

More and more empty drums were brought in, while the full drums were taken out. Her turn eventually came, being nearly 6' tall, she was put in her drum alone. When they hammered the lid back on the drum, the noise inside was deafening and left her hears ringing so loud it drowned out the noise of the forklift taking her drum, and others back outside.

The forklift set her drum down in an open area with all the other drums of people. Her ears were still ringing, but she could hear sobbing and outright crying coming from some of the other drums, from both men and women. She could also hear people vomiting in some of the other drums, and occasionally someone would scream until they passed out.

After it seemed that everybody was in a drum, all the activity in the area ceased. By this time it was late at night and was getting chilly. The steel of the drum was extremely cold against her body and she was shivering feverishly. The inside of the drum smelled mildly of rubbing alcohol, but she got whiff of various foul chemical odors whenever she stuck her nose out of one of those holes near one of the other adjacent drums. She didn't attempt to speak to anybody else.

Some time later, she heard airplane engines start up and come closer. It was too dark to see out the holes, but the plane was very close. The forklifts returned and began removing of the drums. Her drum was eventually moved again and, looking out the holes saw that all the drums, including hers, were being loaded into the plane. Once in the plane, it was too dark to see anything through the holes. Then the drums were packed tightly against each other. Odors of ammonia and formaldehyde were especially strong nearby.

Later that night, the plane took off. The flight lasted seemingly forever. Corinne had no idea how long the flight was; it was certainly more than many hours, but probably less than a couple of days. She thought that she had dozed off a few times during the flight but wasn't sure. By the time it landed, she was so hungry that the sound of her constantly growling stomach echoed within the drum, and she was so thirsty that she had tried to lick the rubbing alcohol off the inside walls of the drum. Fortunately for her, it was only a trace odor that remained. By then, also, she was sitting in a puddle of cold urine and excrement.

The drums were unloaded from the plane and left there. At this new location, though it was night, it was brutally hot. She feared what it would be like when the sun rose and shown down on the drum the next morning.

However, she never found out. They next loaded the drums into a covered truck and drove from the airport. They drove, it seemed, for several hours over extremely bumpy and hilly roads. The drums were unloaded and brought inside into another storage area. Her drum was quickly buried in the middle of the pile, so she couldn't tell what was happening most of the time.

Corinne awoke in fright as a forklift lifted her drum. She was carried out into a sunny courtyard where the temperature in the drum seemed to instantly jump by fifty degrees as soon as it came into sunlight. The forklift set her down and drove away, leaving her baking in the sun. Her sweat began to pour off her body like raindrops in a heavy rain.

But within a few minutes, a couple of men came over and pried the lid off the drum. They pulled Corinne out of the drum and dropped her limp body on the ground, then walked away. A minute later, she felt the comforting touch of a friendly hand. Two other women, also naked, had lifted her head and were fanning her face. When Corinne opened her eyes, they smiled compassionately at her and carried her into the shade against a bare gray wall.

"Hi, I'm Kathy," one said.

"And I'm Toby," the other said.

Corinne replied faintly, "I'm Corinne. What happened?"

"We don't know," Kathy answered. "The last thing I heard is that we were invaded by China, then a bunch of Chinese soldiers stormed into our office and took us away, and, well, you know the rest."

"What's going to happen to us?" Corinne asked.

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