INTRODUCTION: During the Gulf War two American female servicemembers were captured by the Iraqi Army. The women were non-combatants. One was a truck driver with a bad sense of directions; the other a doctor flying in a search and rescue helicopter. Both were, to use the official phrasing, "sexually abused".

This story looks at what might have happened if women had been full combatants in that war.

It was the second day of the air war and Air Force Major Diana Barker was feeling very unhappy. Part of this was attributable to the fact that she was sitting in the back of an Iraqi army truck with her hands tied behind her back and a bag over her head. She was thirsty, her body ached from the jolt she received when she ejected from her F-16, and she was afraid. But most of all, she was pissed because she knew that she had blown it. After all the hype, the first woman combat pilot had let herself get shot down on her first combat mission. All she could think of was how this was going to screw up her plans for getting a star. She had spent the last ten years of her life working toward that goal.

She had used every resource at her command to get ahead in the air force, discovering in her first year at the academy that it was not so much a case of how good you were as how well you could manipulate the system. She soon realized that the Air Force's equal opportunity program was the perfect "ticket to ride" for someone like herself with a lot of ambition and few scruples. Those superiors she couldn't, or wouldn't, fuck, she blackmailed.

As a woman, the pressure on her superiors to ensure that she succeeded was already great; adding the threat to file a sexual harassment complaint made it irresistible. This attitude earned her the nickname of "Nutcracker." Instead of angering her, Diana was proud of the nickname, so proud that she used it as her radio callsign. A year ago when the Air Force opened fighters to women, she had been an obscure if talented captain flying C-141 transports. Now at 32, Diana Barker was a high speed, low drag major and the darling of the media. Unfortunately, the media demands of her "superstar" status had not left her the time or the inclination to master mundane matters like counter-SAM drills.

As she rode, Diana began to think that she could come out of this OK. Aside from some groping by the soldiers guarding her, no one had mistreated her. Nor was she the type to be afraid of a little "grab-ass." Diana was almost six feet tall with the buff physique of a body builder combined with a 36" chest. She was proud of her body; like everything about her from her short and sassy haircut to her choice of cars, it was part of the "Top Gun" image she had created for herself.

Diana could feel the change as the truck moved on to a hardtop road and hours later could detect the increase in sounds as they entered a city. She surmised that she must be in Baghdad. Eventually she felt the truck stop and she was hustled out and into a building. There was some conversation in Arabic which she could not understand and then more walking, this time down some stairs and through numerous doors which clanked ominously behind her. When the guards released her arms and spoke, Diana could see light through the bottom of the bag covering her head and sense the presence of several other men in the room besides her escorts. Diana was very proud of how tough she had been at the Air Force's survival, escape, and evasion school. She thought she could handle a camel jockey.

Watching her from his seat was Captain Vahid Yazeed of Saddam's special security service, one of his most promising young torturers. He had been personally selected by the Great Leader to break the first American pilots captured and turn them into propaganda weapons. Yazeed understood that the information he extracted was of minor importance. His job was to break the pilots' will, so that they would be pliable tools in the battle for American public opinion which would be waged using their own media. Though he was surprised that the first POW was a woman, it made no difference in his orders and made the task that much more appealing to him. A through sadist, Yazeed had been eagerly anticipating watching his men rape an American male pilot. Now that he had a female pilot to work on, he looked forward to participating in the rape as well. For rape was a primary tool of his trade, used to break the subject, man or woman, psychologically.

Although he had tortured Iraqi and Kurdish women, Diana would be his first Western female. Yazeed found the idea of having such a woman under his control very exciting.

"Strip her, " ordered Yazeed as he leaned back in his chair and watched.

The guards untied Diana's hands and unzipped her flight suit, then pulled it off her and set it carefully aside. Then they ripped off her T shirt, bra and panties, leaving her nude but for her combat boots, dog tags, and the bag covering her head. Diana did not try to resist them; instead she concentrated on breathing slowly and calmly. She had been told to expect this in survival school. Stripping a person of their clothes was meant to stripped them of their confidence, her instructors had told her. Still, knowing that didn't make her feel any braver right now.

Yazeed examined her body at length. He found the large breasts with their little finger size nipples to be fascinating. The breasts and particularly the nipples were a very sensitive area for a woman. He would enjoy working on a woman so amply endowed.

Her muscular body was foreign to an Arab but nevertheless appealing. Not only did it arouse him, but it would serve his purposes well since she could suffer longer before she reached her physical limit. Only her neatly trimmed pubic hair repelled him. Unlike this Western slut, respectable Arab women shaved their pubic hair.

Though he knew that he should wait longer to let the humiliation of standing nude before unseen men play upon her, Yazeed could not wait to see her face. Half afraid he would find an ugly hag, he ordered the bag removed from her head. He was pleased to find a beautiful, mature face framed by reddish brown hair.

Diana remained at attention when the guard pulled off the bag. Unaccustomed to the bright lights, she could see nothing until her eyes adjusted. Then she saw two men in front of her. One was seated; he was a clean shaven man about her age wearing a well tailored officer's uniform whose rank she did not recognize. Standing behind him in the classic flunky position was a younger, very worried looking man in a shabby uniform.

Diana ignored him and concentrated on the officer. She could sense the presence of her guards behind her but ignored them as well.

Yazeed spoke briefly. The younger man standing behind him translated, "You are in the custody of the security service. You are not a prisoner of war but a criminal guilty of crimes against the state of Iraq and will be treated accordingly. Your only hope for leniency is to cooperate fully."

"I am Major Diana Barker, serial number 309-48-8221, United States Air Force. I demand to be treated as a prisoner of war. What you are doing is contrary to the Geneva Convention; you could be tried as a war criminal for mistreating a prisoner"

It sounded a little pompous, but Diana was just pleased to have gotten through it without her voice breaking. She had to make this man understand that she was someone he couldn't push around.

At a nod of Yazeed's head the guard to her right jabbed her hard in the kidney with a short wooden club, sending her to the floor doubled up in pain. As she lay there, she dimly heard the translator tell her that the Captain did not like speeches other than his own. Another order from Yazeed had the guard haul her to her feet by her hair.

Yazeed spoke at length before the translator turned to her and said, "The Captain says that your country is foolish to use women in its air force and to use them in a war. That you will be the one to pay the price for your country's foolish ideas. Being a woman will not protect you. Nor will the Geneva Convention protect you here. What is your unit, your base location, and what was your mission?"

Diana glared at the seated officer as she replied, "Barker, Diana, Major, USAF, serial number 309-48-8221. I demand to speak to a senior officer."

As she finished her reply, a nod from Yazeed again brought a painful jab from the guard behind her. She kept her feet this time but saw stars. As she resumed her position of attention, the Iraqi officer left his chair and stood in front of her. To her disgust, he began running his hands over her breasts, weighing the heavy globes in his hands. As she clinched her fist in helpless fury, he smiled unpleasantly and spoke to the translator, giving his words emphasis by twisting her nipples.

"The Captain says that you are a foolish woman who thinks that she is going to a tea party, not a war. He says that you will not be so uncooperative after the guards have finished with you. He says that the guards will enjoy raping you. They have never had a Western woman before and are curious if what they have heard of the insatiable sexual appetite of Western women is true." As he continued, the young man's anxious expression gave way to one of real fear. "Remember that you are totally in his hands to do with as he wishes; no one can help you here. If you do not obey him and answer all his questions, he will do terrible things to you. Please, what is your unit, your base, and your mission?"

Diana hesitated. She was not prepared for the crude direct approach of the Iraqi Captain. She had expected captivity to be mostly mind games just as it had been at her training course. But her training wasn't the real world of the middle East. Now, things were moving too fast for her. She felt she had to slow things down, pretend to give in to gain time. This sort of information was of little value anyway; certainly not worth a gang rape.

She replied, "I am from the 417th Tactical Fighter Squadron, 250th Tactical Fighter Wing which is based at Dhahran. I was flying an aircap when the missile hit me."

Diana's face burned as she spoke. She was ashamed that she had given in so soon; but since the information was all lies she knew it would do no harm.

Yazeed listened to the translation, consulted a black notebook, and then turned to Diana with a chilling smile. The translator listened to him and said, " The Captain says that you are a poor liar. We are not stupid; we have CNN here too. We saw the reporter do his story about your loss. Some of our pilots spent a lot of time in Saudi Arabia when we were fighting the accused Iranians. They tell us that the base he broadcast from was Al Mindhat not Dhahran; the buildings are quite different. Nor is there any 417th fighter squadron or 250th fighter wing listed for your active air force. The Captain now intends to teach you a lesson in what happens when you lie to him."

Yazeed stepped back and gave an order to the guards. They grabbed her arms and dragged her to a long bar hanging from the ceiling. A sharp blow to the stomach precluded resistance on Diana's part as they secured her hands in manacles at the ends of the bar. Then the two men grabbed her muscular legs and bent them back until the lower legs were a foot above and parallel to the floor. A sharp order to the translator sent him to help the two guards by tying a rope around her booted feet and then to the ends of the bar. In a moment, Diana hung from the ceiling, her muscular arms supporting her entire weight, with her legs tied like the short leg of an "L" behind her. As she cursed the Iraqi guards, one of them held a bottle of clear fluid to her mouth while the second guard used his fingers to close off her nose. As Diana choked and sputtered, they poured the vile tasting fluid down her all the while laughing. Even the translator seemed amused as he told her, "The bottle held a powerful laxative. The Captain says that now you will not be so full of shit."

The guards then gagged her with a rubber ball gag, patted her ass, and left; Captain Yazeed and his translator remained. The officer stood in front of Diana, caressing her prominent nipples again. He began twisting the sensitive flesh with his strong fingers as he stared into her face. He worked on them one at a time, twisting and squeezing the nubs until they hardened involuntarily. The twisting was no more painful than foreplay but it was humiliating to Diana to have this man use her body so casually. When he was satisfied with the erectness of her nipples, Yazeed brought a pair of small metal clamps, alligator clips actually from a voltage meter, out of his pocket. The clamps had serrated teeth and a powerful spring. He placed each carefully on her elongated nipples and then released both at once. The sharp teeth bit down into the tender flesh of Diana's nipples, drawing tiny drops of blood almost instantly. Diana screamed into her gag as the two clips bit into her nipples. The pain was overwhelming; for a moment she thought her nipples had been cut off. Then Yazeed took a roll of thick green tape and tore off a strip about six inches long. Without a word, he smoothed it down over her pubic hair.

Looking her in the face, he ripped the tape off her. Diana's head went back as another sharp pain shot up her body. Dimly she realized that he was pulling her pubic hair off.

Yazeed confirmed this for her as he held up the tape with a handful of her short hairs attached and grinned. The Iraqi officer varied the way he pulled each piece of tape off; sometimes pulling slowly so that she felt every hair pull out and sometimes quickly so that she didn't feel the pain until he was holding the tape up for her inspection.

Eventually he was satisfied by the now hairless vee between her spread legs. He tore off one last piece. This one went over her anus so that she could not excrete anything until it was removed. Then the officer and his flunky left as well, leaving Diana alone with her pain.

Diana knew that they were going to rape her. The use of the laxative made it obvious that they intended to sodomize her. She had never allowed anyone to take her in the ass. The thought of one or more of them using her in that way terrified her. She could have tolerated normal intercourse, but not sodomy. Visions of her anal rape began running unbidden through her mind, accented by the pain of the clamps biting into her sensitive nipples and the strain of her weight pulling on her arm muscles.

Diana hung for over two hours. Her arms burned as they were slowly pulled out of their sockets by her weight. The pain as the clamps bit into her nipples grew worse as they cut into the flow of blood to the sensitive nips of her breasts. But mercifully, the pain peaked and then began to recede into a dull throb as her nipples grew numb under the assault. Growing ever worse were the cramps in her intestines from the laxative. She felt as if she were going to explode. The pressure in her gut was indescribable. But no matter how hard Diana tried, the tape prevented her from relieving herself. She could only hang there in agony, covered in a cold sweat, and wait.

When Yazeed reentered with a crowd of guards, Diana was appalled to see that there were at least ten men in various stages of undress with him. As they crowded around her stroking her muscular body, she frantically tried to communicate to Captain Yazeed that she would tell him anything he wished if only he would release her. She'd give him the fuck of his slimy life if only he'd call off his animals. However, all that came out of her gagged mouth was a series of unintelligible grunts. But the Captain was not really interested in bargaining for information. He wished to break her.

First he ordered one of the guards to remove the clamps on her long nipples. When he released the clamps, Diana could feel nothing for a moment. Then the blood and the feeling poured back into the sensitive nipples, bringing a wave of pain. Diana had never felt anything remotely like it.

As she suffered with the return of sensation to her breasts, one of the guards held a tin bucket under her ass. A second pulled the tape off her straining anus and allowed the torrent of shit to shoot out of her. Diana had never felt such a sense of relief; for a moment she even forgot the burning sensation in her nipples and her impending rape as the pressure in her intestines receded. The heavy smell of shit did not seem to bother the men crowded around her. They used a small hose to clean the splattered feces off her ass and legs. Then they pushed its nozzle up her stretched spincter to clean out the fecal matter remaining there. Diana felt a shock as the cold water filled and then flowed from her bowels and into the drain below her.

The first man followed the hose with his cock so quickly that Diana had no opportunity to close her spincter. She felt his cock enter her bowels, sending pain and a kind of cramps through her intestines into her belly. It seemed as if he were forcing his fist up her rather than his cock. Diana struggle wildly, grunting and twisting her torso as she tried to escape the penis invading her asshole. The guard wrapped his strong arms around her and held her still. His cock, already half way in, disappeared entirely inside her when he made another powerful thrust into the captive pilot, actually lifting her a few inches by the force of his thrust. The guard remained motionless for a moment as he savored the warm tightness of her virgin ass. Then he began to fuck her. While he plowed her ass, he held her in a bearhug, the sweat streaming off both their bodies. Diana fought him, her muscles straining in a futile effort to escape the burning pain from her raped asshole. The pain increased with each stroke until Diana knew that she must die, that he had torn her insides to shreds.

But she did not die. The first man lasted only few minutes in her ass before he came. Now her asschute was slick with his cum and wide open. The next man replace him as soon as he pulled his still dripping cock clear. The second man sank into the depths of her ass with his first stroke. Brutally he rode the suspended female pilot, not giving her a chance to adjust to the new cock. Diana was wailing into her gag with each jack hammer thrust. Her face was streaked with her tears and snot as well as her sweat.

She twisted and turned her body, trying to escape the grip of her rapist; but her struggles only goaded on the man raping her to more brutal thrusts. A third man replaced the second without a moment's respite. The pain in her ass was diminishing slightly as it was forced open by the invading cocks; a kind of numbness began. Diana still fought each thrust by her rapists, her muscular arms and torso flexing futility. But with each new attacker, her struggles weakened. By the seventh man, Diana was simply hanging limply in the ropes as the guards plowed her asshole. Her body was shinny with sweat. Her thighs were covered with a sheet of cum which had run down her legs to dry in a white scum on her tanned skin. Diana's head rested on her chest as her body was jerked up and down like that of a puppet by the guard's thrusts. At Yazeed's order, the guard raping her ass began to twist and pull on her sore nipples to get her to struggle again. The new pain coming from her abused nipples did made Diana fight feebly, involuntarily milking his cock as her body struggled feebly to escape.

As the guards sodomized the Western female, Captain Yazeed sat in a chair a few feet in front of her where he had an unobstructed view. She was really magnificent looking as they raped her, he thought, admiring her muscular body. He had found her struggles incredibly arousing. The sight of the muscular woman being sodomized into submission had left him with a painfully hard cock straining against his fly. He would have liked to have joined his men in gang raping Diana. But it would have been below his dignity as an officer to share her with enlisted men. He would have to wait. For now, he savored the look of agony in her eyes. The eyes were always so expressive with women, he thought. He noted the clenched hands, a trickle of blood showing where her fingernails had torn the skin of her palms. Her nipples had been abused until they were a deep, dark red and very swollen. Judging by her weak cries, their continued abuse was evidently extremely painful to Diana. But mainly, he savored the look of defeat evident in her face. She had learned a great deal in the last two hours. He had plans to teach her much more.

Diana was barely conscious now. She felt only a sensation of burning fullness in her ass which combined with the pain from her arm muscles and tortured nipples to drive conscious thoughts out of her brain. She couldn't think; she could only feel the pain and humiliation consuming her. When the first few men had sodomized her, her mind could not accept what they were doing to her. She had fought them like an animal would fight a trap, struggling wildly even though she knew that she had no hope of escape. Now she had no strength left to fight. She could only hang there helplessly as they abused and humiliated her.

By now all ten of the guards had left their cum in her asshole. Yazeed toyed with the idea of allowing them a second chance at her. He wanted to see this arrogant woman abused further until she was only a shell of her former self. Fom his past experience, he was sure that the gang rape had shattered her physiological armor and left her vulnerable. Continuing, he reasoned, would make her even more compliant to his demands. He ordered the guards to stand away from her. Yazeed walked behind Diana and stared at the results of the guards' rape. Her spincter was still open, its edges protruding outward. A stream of whitish cum literally poured out of her ass and on to her thighs. The cum was drying in a sticky sheet which stained her thighs halfway to her knees. Diana was moaning softly into her gag, her head resting on her chest. Her breasts were heaving as if she had run a long distance; her muscular body was soaked in her own sweat and that of the guards. Yazeed knelt in front of her as he absentmindedly stroked himself. He stared at the exposed cunt of the captive female pilot. He ran one hand up her leg and then to her cunt lips. The bare skin around her cunt allowed him a clear view of the delicate inner lips, protruding slightly. He ran his fingers over them and into the cunt itself. Good, he thought, she is dry. He had been afraid that she might actually be aroused by her anal rape. This was much more satisfactory.

He ordered the guards to untie her feet and retie them in front of her in preparation for raping Diana's untouched cunt. They tied her legs to the room's pillars, spreading them obscenely and leaving her literally sitting in the air. Since she was only half conscious, he had another man break two capsules of ammonia under her nose. He wanted her awake. When Diana began to stir, the first guard positioned himself between her legs and forced his shit covered cock into the unlubricated channel of her cunt. The dry walls of her vagina's channel pulled at his cock, providing a stimulating discomfort for him and a sharp pain for the woman. The man forced himself into her until his cock was buried to his pubic hairs. Then he held it there, savoring the warmth of the once arrogant female officer's tight cunt. Yazeed wanted the American woman to see the face of her rapist. He held his cigarette to her left nipple until the glowing tip almost touched the swollen nub. When her eyes popped open and she looked him directly in the eye, Yazeed signaled the guard to begin fucking her. He fucked brutally, shredding her unlubricated cunt walls as he put all his strength behind each thrust. He would pull out until only his cockhead was still inside her then thrust into her again with the force of a piledriver. It seemed to her that he was hitting her cervix with every thrust. She knew that she must be bleeding from the pain in her dry cunt walls. But there was nothing she could do except hang there and submit to his rape. The guard held onto the woman's muscular asscheeks for leverage as he brutally fucked her. He hovered over her, his face only a few inches from her's. He could see tears rolling down her cheeks as he raped her. These tears of humiliation streaming down the face of this muscular but very feminine woman aroused him more than the tight grip her cunt had on his cock. A low wail began to come from the woman's gagged mouth; it pushed him over the edge. He came, filling her dry cunt with his hot, sticky cum. Sated now, he withdrew and let the next man take her.

The next man used her just as brutally. In an instant he was rutting inside her like a boar in heat. Diana was nauseated by the sight of his grinning face. But when she closed her eyes, Yazeed used his cigarette on her nipple again. Even in her abused condition, the pain was overwhelming. With Yazeed holding her head up, she was forced to watch the faces of man after man as the grinning soldiers used her cunt, like they had already used her asshole, as a depository for their disgusting cum. While not as painful as the plunder of her ass, the way she was forced to watch the gloating men rape her was even more humiliating. She felt like a slut. Diana was overwhelmed by revulsion. She struggled to escape. It did no good; her efforts only goaded the men on to more brutal attacks on her. At least she was spared the humiliation of understanding their crude comments as they mistook her struggles for the throes of passion. As man after man raped her, Diana's struggles lessened until her sweat soaked body again hung limp in the ropes suspending her from the ceiling. Her asshole still dripped cum out of its distended spincter; now her cunt was also covered in the white spendings. It wasdripping in globs from her abused vagina to the floor below by the time the last man had finished with her.

Captain Yazeed ordered the now exhausted guards out of the chamber, leaving himself and his translator alone with Diana. He stood between her legs and savored the sight of Diana's cum covered cunt. The sight of the whitish fluid dripping out of her drew him to her abused vagina. He crouched between her legs to peer inside her half open cunt lips. Fascinated, Yazeed spread those lips with his fingers to get a better look. The mixed smell of her cunt and the men's cum drew him on. He pushed two fingers of his right hand inside her swollen cunt lips. The fingers "squished" as he forced them inside Diana. He added another finger, then another. Then he closed his thumb against his palm and pushed his hand further into the American's cunt. With a second push, his whole hand disappeared into the woman's cunt. He moved it in and out, creating more of that squishy sound as his fist moved inside the seman saturated cunt. Gradually, Yazeed pumped his arm harder and harder until he was fisting the hanging woman with all his strength. Diana's numbness to her surroundings changed abruptly when his fist penetrated her. Now she felt a new agony as his fist expanded her sore vagina to two or three times its normal size. The sensation was far more painful than those produced by any of the guard's cocks. Diana wailed into her gag. She felt herself being torn in two by the fist invading her. She knew this would kill her. Once again she found the strength to struggle against her bonds as he punched his way deeper inside her. But her strength soon failed her. She hung passively as he continued to brutally fist fuck her vagina.

The translator stared at Diana. He could actually see the Captain's fist moving under the skin of the woman's flat stomach. Its movements were accompanied by sounds usually associated with those a plunger makes as it clears a stopped-up toilet. As he fist fucked her with one hand, Yazeed used his other hand to stroke his cock, masturbating in time with his thrusts inside Diana's cunt. Again and again he used Diana as his punching bag. Finally, he jerked his fist out of her cunt, sending a new blast of pain to Diana's overloaded brain. Straightening up, he frantically pumped his cock until a stream of cum shot out and onto Diana's stomach and breasts. Diana was too exhausted to respond, even to the agony of his fist tearing its way out of her. She hung senseless, aware only of the feeling of emptiness inside her now that the fist had disappeared.

Yazeed was exhausted as well. He could manage nothing more than to plop down in his chair and stare at Diana's hanging form. Eventually, he had the translator untie her and leave her lying on the cold concrete floor on her back. He knew that she was broken but he still wished for her formal surrender. She had to tell him her unit, base and mission.