Chapter 2

The cameraman was sweating heavily as he followed the rape of the American woman through his eyepiece, filming everything. He could see her nude body clearly as she struggled against her bonds: her small but perfectly formed breasts moving wildly as she fought, her long, smooth legs flexing against the barbed wire ties, and her delicious ass hanging a foot off the ground. Her face was occasionally visible as it turned first to one side then to the other. He thought she was pretty, particularly with that short mop of dark hair. He just hoped he would have the chance to fuck her like those filthy ragheads were doing. For now, he concentrated on following the action in his viewfinder. The second man had entered the helpless woman, kneeling hunched over her suspended body with his bare buttocks working to and fro. The young woman's body was moving in response, back and forth as if it were on a swing. He shifted his camera to her head as the man who had just raped her knelt beside her face and whipped his blood and cum covered cock across the crying girl's face. The camera caught it perfectly, even recording the smears of cum and blood left on her smooth cheeks.

Bobbie was brought back to reality by a sharp pain as the man fucking her changed his angle to hit a different part of her uterus. She opened her eyes to see the Mujahideen leader standing over her smiling his evil grin as he watched his men using her. The second man used her as brutally as the first one had, pounding into her with all his strength as if to stab her to death with his cock. When he had spent himself inside her, another took his place. They began to run together in her mind. As soon as one would finish, another would take his place; all of them fucked her with equal brutality. Man after man used her, fucking Bobbie's increasingly cum filled cunt. The soft pink lips of her virginal cunt were now red and swollen from the brutal pounding they had received. The man cum dripped out of her distended cunt to coat her asscheeks and anus with its white scum. Despite the cold, Bobbie's taunt body was shiny with her sweat as a result of her constant struggles to escape the cocks invading her body. She could hardly breath. The men fucking her were literally knocking the breath out of her with their thrusts.

From approximately fifty meters away, Arkan and his cameraman watched the rape. He had sent some of his men around to the Moslem's rear where they awaited his signal. Still, Arkan waited as if transfixed as they watched four of the men complete their rape of Bobbie. The Cameraman was recording it all: the moaning, struggling woman, the laughing men standing over her, and the brutal thrusts of the kneeling man.

Through his viewfinder, the cameraman could see the cum covering Bobbie's crotch area. The whitish film covered her cunt lips and was now dripping down towards her asshole. The soft cunt hairs above her crotch were saturated in the same stuff, leaving them matted and awash in the men's cum. He shifted back to her face to record the agony evident there as she endured the vicious gang rape. Bobbie's face was turned toward the camera, allowing it to film the tears streaking down her cum stained face and record the silent screams now pouring from her mouth.

By now, Bobbie had lost count of the times they had fucked her. Her pussy was one solid mass of pain from the pounding she had received. Nor did it recede as man after man fucked her. Instead, the pain built with each new attacker. Throughout it all, she could do nothing except sob, helplessly shaking her head "no" as the men used her brutally. By now, all five of the Mujahideen had used her. But the leader was not satisfied. Breaking off a slender, flexible branch from the tree, he stood over her swishing it through the air as he ordered two of the men to take off their belts and use them on the bound young Naval officer. As he concentrated on her breasts, the other two men used their thick, leather belts on her cum covered asscheeks. Now Bobbie's screams took on a new, full bodied quality as the switch landed across her sensitive nipples. As the thin red lines appeared across her untanned breast flesh, the two men with the belts were turning her asscheeks a bright red. As they whipped the young woman, their cocks began to harden again, stimulated by the cries pouring forth from Bobbie. Again and again Bobbie screamed out for them to stop, begging, pleading, promising anything if they would just stop.

" AAHHHHH!... I BEG YOU... I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANTEEE... STOP!"

But her cries were neither understood nor heeded. Instead they were savored by the leader of the Mujahideen as he shifted his blows from the young woman's breasts to the cum covered area between her legs. With the first blow falling across her swollen cunt lips, Bobbie thought that she would go crazy with the pain. Her body spasmed as she tried vainly to bring her bound legs together to protect her much abused sex. Then after six incredibly painful blows, the switch shifted back to her already whipped breasts. Then she felt the belts stop, leaving her ass almost numb. Next, she felt a man's fingers probing her whip swollen asshole. Slowly, painfully; he inserted the finger into her virgin asshole. She raised her head painfully to see the leader of the Mujahideen kneeling between her spread legs. Bobbie's moans increased in intensity as he penetrated her, mixing with the weak screams when the switch fell across her abused breasts. He withdrew his fingers and collected cum from the river flowing out of her abused cunt, using it to lubricate his cock. Then he pressed the head of his cock into her anal ring, pushing into the puckered, star shaped sphincter until it disappeared into a wide, smooth O around his cock. As he forced himself into her bruised ass, he watched Bobbie's face, savoring the look of pain in her eyes. Her voice failed her, reducing her screams to weak moans. The leader forced his cock into her tight asshole as Bobbie fought with the last of her waning strength to keep him out. But she could not; his anger and desire were too great. Deeper and deeper he sank into her as the others watched, too absorbed to do more than occasionally lash her breasts with their switch or belts. They watched and stroked themselves as they thought about how they would take her in the ass when their turn came. Their leader began to fuck her ass, thrusting in brutally to fill Bobbie's asshole totally with his cock. To Bobbie, every movement was torture; each time he penetrated deep into her ass, she would involuntarily clench her muscles. This spasm sent a new wave of pain through her while it pleasurably squeezed the cock of her anal rapist. Deeper and deeper he drove into her ass. It felt to Bobbie as if a burning brand was being forced up her ass rather than a cock. The pain and the humiliation seemed unbearable to the young flyer.

Suddenly, the man raping Bobbie's ass collapsed onto her, his head falling forward onto her breasts. A millisecond later, Bobbie heard the shot. This shot was followed by a dozen others before the sound of the first had died. There was silence followed by more shots. Bobbie could see the bodies of three of her attackers lying around her but nothing else from her inverted position. Thank God, she thought, they've come for me! It seemed an eternity before she heard the approach of feet. As she waited fearfully, the weight of the man atop her suffocated her as she was forced to endure the sticky, wet warm feeling of the man's blood flowing onto her stomach. Then she saw a huge, bearded man standing between her legs, smiling down at her.

"I've come to help you. I am a friend"

"Please... get him off ME", cried a nearly hysterical Bobbie, referring to the dead body of the Muhajideen leader lying over her.

"Certainly, young lady", replied Arkan smoothly as he bent to grab the man's body, " I am so sorry that this happened. We saw the Moslem swine shot your plane down and came as quickly as we could to help you. We must work quickly; where is your pilot? Is he all right?"

"Valkyrie?", said the shaken Bobbie, " Oh my God! I don't know what happened to her?"

A thoroughly confused Arkan looked up, still holding the bloody corpse of the Moslem leader. " Her?... The American pilot is a HER?", he exclaimed. Despite his guise as the noble rescuer, Arkan could not help smiling ferally at the thought of two American women literally falling into his hands. Since he recovered rapidly, his lapse went unnoticed; Bobbie was too shaken and too happy to be rescued from the Muhajideen gang rape to be looking closely at who had rescued her or why.

" We must find her. They will be after her too! You must help us find her before something terrible like this happens to her!"

" The radio!", exclaimed Bobbie through her sobs, " I forgot about the radio. Maybe we can reach her on it. Its in my vest somewhere around here. They threw it on the ground when they... attacked me."

Valkyrie had by this time reached the top of a small knoll. With an unhindered line of sight, her hand held survival radio was able to reach Goose, still circling his F-14 overhead. Because of the cloud cover, neither he nor Gumby had seen what or who had downed her plane. They had been forced to circle helplessly overhead, waiting for some word after they had lost contact with Valkyrie's F-14. They had been within five minutes of leaving, their fuel barely enough for the trip back to the carrier when they heard Valkyrie's voice.

Valkyrie could only tell them that there had been no warning on the radar receiver and that she had seen nothing. She also told them about the men who had come after her. Her voice choked as she told her squadron mates that she did not know what had happened to Bobbie, hoping that they might have heard from her via her survival radio. Goose's laconic, " Negative, Chevy one" cut through her like a knife.

She had grown so close to the younger woman.

"That's her. That's Valkyrie. She's alive." exclaimed Bobbie happily as she heard Goose's reply. Though they could not hear Valkyrie because of the intervening terrain, the meaning of the transmission was clear to Arkan; the woman pilot was alive and in contact with her comrades. She would, he feared, be rescued before he could get to her. The next transmission calmed his fears.

"Negative, Chevy one. Mother says that you are to proceed to the preplanned PUP. A TARP will extract you there. I say again, since we do not know what got you, Mother will not authorize pick up at your current location. There will be a bird overhead to monitor this frequency. Do you Roger?"

There was a brief burst of static, then the voice returned, " Roger, Chevy one... sorry, Valkyrie. You're on your own until then. Good luck. Out"

Bobbie reached for her radio which Arkan was holding. " Please, let me tell them I'm OK.", she asked. Bobbie was wearing her flight suit now, the only part of her clothing besides her combat boots which had survived the attack upon her. Having her clothes back made her feel at lot better, though the sticky feeling of the men's cum inside her cunt and slowly dribbling out of her onto her legs gave her a feeling of being unclean. Nor did she like the looks of the men around her except for their leader; she felt safe around him.

But Arkan held onto the radio. " Later perhaps. My superiors may want to make the announcement. You understand, don't you? First, what did he mean about "Mother" telling her to "PUP"? What is a "TARP"? It is important we get to your friend quickly. You do not want her to be captured and attacked like you were, do you?"

Still trusting in the man who had saved her, Bobbie answered without thinking,

"No, of course not. "Mother" means the higher headquarters, the Carrier we are from, the Eisenhower. A "PUP is a pick up point, a place to hide near an open area where a helicopter can land. Our PUP is in the next valley. The TARP is a team of Marines with helicopter gunships to secure the area."

" I see!. Tell me where this "PUP" is. We'll pick up your friend there so she'll be safe. We'll surprise her, hmm."

Valkyrie had just finished talking to the aircraft when she saw the lights below her, moving towards her like fireflies in the growing twilight. She could see half a dozen lights moving through the trees in a line, obviously searching for something. My footprints, she thought; they're following my tracks in the snow. She looked to the West, toward the location of her pick up point. The sheer side of a cliff loomed between her and the next valley; she would have to move around it and then over the mountain to reach her pick up point. With a sense of urgency, Valkyrie moved down the side of the knoll, taking care to stay within the wooded fringe. She did what she could to make it harder to track her, but she realized that she did not have the time to be clever. She had to use the waning light to get some distance between her and her unknown pursuers. Valkyrie was growing colder now as the sun disappeared. Her flight suit and long underwear were little protection against a Balkan winter night, even in March. The temperature was freezing now, she thought, it would be zero or below by dawn. She would have to keep moving or freeze. As she moved into the low ground, Valkyrie choose to move to her left, uphill, to go around the cliff. Her mind was racing, trying to remember something- anything- from her training which could help her now. What she remembered was a scene from an old John Wayne Western she had seen a dozen times as a kid. She would use the mountain stream running in front of the cliff to cover her tracks, just like the Duke. She carefully laid a false trail past the stream and then walked backwards to the stream by stepping in her own footsteps, silently praying that whoever was after her was not a fan of the Duke's movies. The water was brutally cold; but it was, she knew, the only way she could avoid leaving tracks for her pursuers to use against her. As the dark engulfed her, Valkyrie fought her way up the stream. Frequently, she stumbled on rocks until she was soaked to the waist, letting the cold further sap her strength. Branches from the banks of the stream racked her face. Only her will and the fear of what capture would mean kept her going. Her lower body was soaked; her upper body was covered with sweat from her struggles. She paused every now and then to drink a little of the water to quiet the growling in her stomach. She had no food; that had been abandon with her parachute. Her feet had grown numb from the cold water, her legs were leaden from the ordeal of struggling up hill over the rocky stream bed. Still, she persisted until there was no more stream. Then, too cold to risk the luxury of rest without shelter, she forced herself upward to the crest of the ridge. Below her in the darkness was, she knew, the valley where she was to be rescued. She checked her position with her hand held GPS and got an azimuth to the pick up point. Carefully, she began to pick her way down the rocky slope in total darkness. The thought of rescue was all that kept her putting one foot in front of another. After the events of the last ten hours, a flyer with less will power would have long ago given up to the cold and the fatigue. Slowly, she made her way down the mountain side. The gnawing in her stomach was growing painful now, but Valkyrie knew that it was her constant shivering that was the greater problem. She knew that she had to get something to eat to starve off hypothermia from her prolonged exposure to the cold water. As dawn appeared, Valkyrie saw a barn like building at the edge of the woods she was using for cover. Her need drove Valkyrie to risk entering the building. Cautiously, she explored the empty barn, her pistol ready. She found nothing eatable until she opened a small storage area beside the cattle pens. There she found a small pile of half rotten turnips, cattle feed in this part of the world. Valkyrie stared at them with disgust for a moment; then with a resigned sigh picked one up and bit into it. The mushy, bitter taste of the half rotten, frozen turnip filled her mouth, but Valkyrie forced herself to keep chewing. She choked down the pungent, earthy mess and forced herself to take another bite. It took all her will power to finish that raw turnip. It took just as much to pick up the next one.

Arkan smiled and said, "Thank you Lt. Malone. No, that is too formal; I shall call you Bobbie. You have been very helpful. Particularly, I found what you said about your friend, Valkyrie, to be very interesting. She sounds like a remarkable woman. I shall enjoy meeting her. We will meet your friend at this PUP of your's. Now,... there is one more thing I want you to do. Face the car window, Bobbie."

Bobbie looked at her rescuer without understanding. It took her a moment to realize that he was holding a pistol, pointing directly at her.

"Wa... What are you doing?... I don't understand."

" FACE THE WINDOW! You silly whore, the Moslem's didn't shoot you down; my men did! You Americans are so naive. You go around the world pushing people around, and then you are surprised because everyone hates you. FACE THE WINDOW!"

Still not comprehending, Bobbie turned to the window of the land rover's backseat. Arkan roughly took her arms and handcuffed them behind her back with cuffs the grinning guard in the front seat handed him. Then he jerked her around to face him. Putting up the gun, he opened the zipper on Bobbie's flight suit to expose the bare skin underneath. Grinning widely, he pushed the flaps of the suit aside to free her small, pert breasts. He stroked them softly until the red nubs of her nipples were erect. Bobbie cringed under his touch.

"Pleaseee... don't do this to me... please don't.", Bobbie begged. The shock of having Arkan betray her, coming so soon after the ordeal of her gang rape, overwhelmed the young flyer's will to resist. She felt paralyzed, totally helpless to resist him.

"I am going to show you something, my little American aviator. A little trick I like to use to get a woman's attention."

Arkan took a piece of nylon fishing line out of his pocket and laid it over his lap. With a few rapid movements of his hands he tied one end into a tiny noose. Then, his eyes still fixed on Bobbie's, he did the same to the other end. As Bobbie sat there transfixed, he looped one of the tiny nooses over her right nipple and gently tightened it until Bobbie gave a little gasp. He repeated the process on her left nipple with the other end of the almost invisible line. Bobbie was so terribly frightened; she was unable to even breath. Holding the line, each hand a few inches from Bobbie's now elongated nipple, Arkan pulled slowly, drawing her forward and off the seat as the thin thread cut cruelly into her sensitive nub. He guided her onto the floor of the land rover between his legs, using only the fishing line to maneuver her. When he had her in place, Arkan toyed with the line, jerking first one side and then the other to draw an agonized response from the kneeling young woman. To Bobbie, it felt as if he were cutting her nipples off her breasts. The pain was sharp and intense.

"OHHH!... Pleasee don't... it hurts so!... pleasee, I'll do what ever you want; just don't hurt me any more... AHHH!... Pleasee!"

She looked up at him, her face just above the level of his crotch as he sat straddling her. He used one hand to open his pants and extract his cock. The erect organ was almost touching her face. Bobbie involuntarily flinched.

"Lick it, Bobbie", Arkan ordered, emphasizing his words by pulling on the line attached to her right nipple. Bobbie cried out as the pain intensified yet again.

Sobbing and with tears streaming down her face, Bobbie bent her head forward and put out her tongue. She touched her pink tongue to the warm flesh of his cock with its sour, overwhelmingly masculine odor and then licked across the head of his cock. Her mind mercifully blank, Bobbie licked the head and then the top of his cock. He held his cock in one hand, raising it to allow her to lick the sensitive ridge along its underside. As Bobbie licked his cock, making it shiny with her salvia, Arkan guided her actions with the line encircling her nipples, using them like the reins of a horse to guide and dominate the kneeling woman. Arkan savored the sensation of her warm, soft tongue caressing his cock for as long as he could. When he could stand it no longer, he dropped the fishing line, grabbed her short hair with both hands, and began to fuck her face, brutally using her mouth as if it were a cunt. He thrust into her mouth until his cockhead was pounding at the entrance to her throat, choking the handcuffed American flyer with each thrust.

"Yes... Is that too much for you, bitch?... you can tell your friend Valkyrie about how it feels in your throat... SUCK IT SLUT!"

Trying hard not to panic, Bobbie forced herself to breath during the few seconds when he had withdrew his cock for the next thrust, desperately trying to suck air to her tortured lungs around the cock still halfway inside her mouth. Harder and harder Arkan rode Bobbie's mouth, his cock gliding over the girl's hot, moist tongue to hit her throat before withdrawing to repeat the process again and again. Bobbie's jaws were stretched to their limits to accommodate Arkan's male member. She was gagging involuntarily each time his cockhead forced its way into her throat. She could not breath. As his thrusts went deeper and faster, Bobbie was unable to draw any air into her lungs. Her lungs were burning as her mind began to swim into blackness. Helpless and frightened, she could only crouched there on the car's floor as he raped her mouth, moving her head back and forth over his cock as if he were masturbating with her face! Just before Bobbie lost consciousness, she felt for the first time the hot bitterness of a man's cum filling her mouth. But instead of withdrawing, he kept his cock inside her mouth as his sticky white cum poured down her throat, cutting off what little air she could suck around his cock. Then blackness overwhelmed her. Bobbie did not know how long she was unconscious. When she came to, she was still on the land rover's floor, still handcuffed. The nylon line was still around her nipples though she saw that it had been retied from a single strand noose. Now she had the nylon line wrapped repeatedly around her nipples, making the tip swell from the blood trapped there. Still, she felt only a dull ache there rather than the sharp pain she had felt when he had repeatedly tightened it around her nipples. She stared sadly at her exposed breasts, the nipples distended into an hourglass shape by the fishing line. She could feel the car moving and hear Arkan talking on a radio. The salty, sticky taste in her mouth brought back the painful memory of what he had done to her. As she lay there exhausted by her ordeal and lulled by the gently rocking of the car, the realization of what she had done hit her. Oh Val, she thought, oh God, I told him how to find you.

At dawn, Valkyrie approached the wooded hill near the meadow that was her pick up point. Cold and hungry, she nevertheless felt elated at the prospect that she was only an hour or two from rescue. She knew that she had only to check out the area and then call in the rescue party, the TARP. Carefully, she moved through the wooded area to the edge of the meadow. It was then that she saw the small figure at the corner of the field. Valkyrie's heart jumped as she recognized the figure; it was Bobbie! She ran toward her backseater and then stopped in her tracks. There was something wrong; Bobbie, who appeared to be leaning against a tree, had her flight suit open to expose her breasts. Valkyrie could see that Bobbie was shaking her head though no sounds came from the woman. As she stared at Bobbie, a camouflaged uniformed man rose from the bushes at Bobbie's feet.

"Surrender, Lieutenant. My men are all around you. You cannot escape!"

Valkyrie looked around her. At the sound of the man's voice, other men had appeared at the top of the hill to her left. She saw that she was cut off from escape. Valkyrie reached into her holster for her 9mm pistol.

" Do not be foolish!", the man yelled as he pressed a pistol against Bobbie's forehead, " I will kill your friend if you fire! Drop your pistol!"

Valkyrie hesitated for a second but then complied. In a moments time, she had her survival vest torn off and her hands cuffed behind her back as one of the men held her own pistol to her head. Valkyrie did not resist. The men then walked her toward Bobbie. Valkyrie saw a gagged and bound Bobbie was being led towards her- by something pulling her exposed breasts! She saw that Bobbie's nipples were horribly distended, being pulled at least two inches beyond their normal length. From the expression in the younger woman's eyes, Valkyrie knew that the pain must be tremendous. Valkyrie saw that Bobbie's face was covered with a whitish scum. The men had raped her, thought Valkyrie; I'll be next! But her fear for herself was less than her anger at the men who had hurt her friend.

"Bastards!... big, brave men... How many of you did it take to rape one woman half your size?... that the only way you assholes can get it up?"

Of the Serbs, only Arkan could understand her words though all understood her tone. To Valkyrie's surprise, his response to her outburst was a laugh. In his own language, Arkan told his men that they finally had a woman who would be a challenge, a welcome change from those cringing Moslems they had been used to. Then he turned to the seething Valkyrie.

"Ah! Lieutenant Valkyrie! I have been looking forward to meeting you. Bobbie has told me so much about her big, strong pilot. I have such plans for you."

Valkyrie was flabbergasted at the man's response but recovered quickly. " I'm not afraid of you! There's a lot of Marines on their way here. You better be the one who's worried, you Rapist!"

" I might be... if you had ever told them you were here." Holding up the radio he had been monitoring- Bobbie's radio, Arkan gloated, " but you never told them, did you."

An hour later, Arkan led a thoroughly frightened and crying Bobbie into an abandon barn, pulling her after him by the lines attached to her swollen nipples, exposed in her unzipped flight suit. A rope was tied around her neck. The other end was wrapped around Valkyrie's neck, forcing her to follow or, between her resistance and Arkan's pulling, rip Bobbie's nipples off. Valkyrie was trying to put up a brave front for Bobbie's sake but was sweating from her own fear. The pair was led into the filthy interior, littered with rusted farm equipment. Valkyrie was positioned under a heavy, exposed beam. As one of the guards held a rifle to her chest, two men tied ropes to her booted feet and ran them to a broken plow and the wheel of a derelict tractor. They pulled on the ropes, painfully spreading Valkyrie's feet beyond the width of her broad shoulders before they tied them to the two pieces of the heavy farm debris. Arkan untied the rope connecting Valkyrie and Bobbie's necks from the still gagged Bobbie and threw the end to one of the guards. The guard ran the rope end over the exposed beam and pulled, forcing the handcuffed Valkyrie up on her toes as she struggled to keep from choking. She struggled frantically, fearing that they were going to hang her here as Bobbie watched. Once she had been immobilized by the ropes at her feet and neck, one of the men unlocked Valkyrie's handcuffs. As two other men held her arms, he tied a rope around each of her wrists and one by one ran the other end over the beam to which her noose was tied. As his helpers continued to hold her left arm behind her back, he pulled on the other rope until her arm was raised- despite her struggle-above her head until her hand touched the beam. He tied the rope off to an upright and proceeded to repeat the process with her left arm. Valkyrie now was suspended by her arms, her toes barely scraping the dirt floor as she scrambled for support. Her weight bore painfully on her shoulder joints, forcing a cry from her clenched lips. The rope around her neck was no longer choking her, but it was forcing her to keep her head up in order to be able to breath. The men then stood back and watched as Arkan took a long single edged knife from his belt and held it in front of Valkyrie. He smiled at Valkyrie as he pulled the zipper of her flight suit down. He inserted the knife blade where the zipper stopped and slashed downward. Valkyrie involuntarily flinched. Slowly and silently, Arkan cut the woman's clothes from her body as his men and Bobbie watched. Valkyrie tried to remain still as he cut her clothes away but could not keep herself from moving away from the cold metal of the blade whenever it touched her skin. In moments she was left naked but for her boots and her dogtags. Arkan stood back to admire the results, staring hungrily at her large breasts with their quarter size auroras and erect nipples and at the thick patch of blonde hair between her legs.

" Yes... you will do very well.", Arkan gloated as he ran his hands over her flat stomach to her large breasts, weighing them in his palms as he pressed his thumbs into her large nipples.

" You can't get away with this! This is a war crime! I demand to be treated in accordance with the Geneva Conventions.", barked an angry Valkyrie. "Oh, but I can get away with this. I have been getting away with this for years. There is none of your stupid Geneva Convention here. And no one can help you here, my big strong American. You are mine now, the spoils of war." As Arkan spoke, he was already tying his fishing line into a nipple noose. While Valkyrie watched horrified, he slipped the thin nylon line over her right nipple. Slowly he tightened the line until her nipple was encircled by a ring of pain. Then he tightened it more.