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Life had been cruel on the tiny island in the South Pacific since the Japanese had entered the war. Loren had been on the island for over a year now, brought by her mother and father, French missionaries sent to the island to bring Christianity to the natives. At first the island seemed like paradise, a sprawling jungle of fragrant flowers and plants, a simple lifestyle lived by the natives and abundance of fresh vegetables and seafood. It had suddenly changed a month ago. Loud noises could be heard in the distance. The Japanese army had landed a small cadre of soldiers to occupy the island, setting up a camp on the other side of the island, not knowing of the natives that already occupied the island.

The soldiers, once setting up their camp began to explore the island, patrols moving closer and closer towards the natives. The natives, naïve and unafraid of them at first did not hide. The villagers noticed members of the tribe missing increasingly. Bodies were never found, most of the missing were men, but women, especially young girls were found missing. They began to set up armed guards at night to protect themselves. Loren's mother and father were worried about her safety. She was an attractive, young girl, with a body just beginning to ripen into womanhood. They knew of the Japanese soldiers and the cruelty they had inflicted on the Chinese, taking the women capture, raping them, torturing them, forcing them into a life of degradation and pain.

It would be another six months before the boat would return to pick them up and return to France. They needed to hide from the Japanese until then. Loren looked worried as her parents explained the dangers of the Japanese, but they were uncomfortable about talking to Loren about the sexual dangers that they presented. Loren was naïve in the matter of sex, her parents able to hide the facts from her life. There would time later, when she was older and living in Paris to learn about the joys of sex.

Life continued in the cat and mouse game with the Japanese. Loren stayed in the camp, not venturing out into the surrounding countryside like she had in the past. The days began to become boring to Loren, she began to miss the carefree times she had spent exploring the island. The longer the time passed, the less she felt the urgent sense of danger from the Japanese. She began to sneak out during the day while her parents were busy helping the villagers. It started out as only a few minutes, but each day she became bolder and ventured farther from the village. She did not see anyone on her trips and her ventures became longer and farther, venturing out for many hours now.

The Commander of the Japanese cadre of soldiers stood in the center of the camp, barb wire strung around the open area, one small hut built, capable of holding 10 prisoners. A second hut held 6 cells, built of bamboo to hold the prisoners when they were first captured or had tried to escape. The third hut was the interrogation room, a room filled with the toys that the Commandant loved to play with. The other huts housed the barracks and mess hall for the soldiers and a final hut used as a combination office and living area for the Commander. The Commanders job on the island was to fill the minds of the villagers with terror. The Japanese did not want the allied army coming to the island and the villagers helping them in their quest for domination of the Japanese army. His soldiers, a cadre of over 40 men, made nightly excursions out around the island. When they first arrived, they captured some of the male villagers. They were quickly killed and their bodies buried deep into the forest. They had no desire to interrogate or torture the male members. As they became bolder, they sought out the female members of the village. This is what the Commander wanted, ripe, young female flesh to rape and torture in his private room. When the subject was no longer any fun for him, his men would be given the girl. The mass rape of her body by 40 virile men within a short period of time would either drive the girl insane or kill her. Either resulted in the same, death. The prison camp held only about 5 girls at the present time, 3 in the dorm hut and 2 freshly captured females in the cells.

The Commander smiled as he saw the line of soldiers in front of the dorm hut, each waiting for their turn with one of the three girls presently housed there. He could hear the grunting and moaning, the slapping of flesh as they were raped. A new soldier entered, his pants already unbuttoned, his hard cock proudly sticking out. His men were always happy now that they had female flesh to rape.

The Commander was more interested in the new arrivals, two young girls brought in last night. He entered the hut and looked at the two girls cowering in the corners of their cells, their young bodies scantily clad, small pert little breasts peeking out their flimsy tops, small, tight shorts covering their plump ass. This is what he enjoyed. Young, inexperienced girls, barely in puberty. His interrogation room had many pieces of equipment his men had made for him. Each was built for binding a female in various positions, most of them leaving their sexual orifices open for whatever he chose to force into the tiny openings. He loved to hear their pitiful begging, the whining and crying as they suffered under his hand. Besides raping them with his cock, he had ivory dildos, shaped in the form of monstrous cocks, complete with balls and enlarged heads. He had leather sheaths that surrounded his cock, metal studs ringing them, leather thongs running over the length. When inserted in tiny cunts, the metal rings and thongs would tear the delicate flesh, forcing the victim to bounce around, providing a very stimulating fucking motion for him.

He loved to torture them into submission, binding them painfully, their limbs almost to the point of breaking, spread open, all parts of their young bodies available for whatever instrument of torture he desired to use on them. He had a wide assortment of whips, pinchers and clamps. Each was designed to maximize the pain especially to the delicate parts of a girl's body. His favorite was electric shock treatment. He used a small hand cranked generator to produce the electricity, large alligator clips attached to the nipples, pussy lips and clits to produce the desire results. He also had two metal dildos, one for the pussy and the other for the asshole to send shocks deep inside the victim. Once they spent some time being tortured, they would submit to anything he desired, giving up their virginity of their mouth, pussy and asshole to him and any of his men.

His men had told them about a French girl that they had seen during one of their excursions on the other side of the island. She must be the daughter of a missionary, the islands in the South Pacific full of missionaries, hoping to bring Christianity to the natives. He was told that she was young, but had a budding body, breasts hard and firm, nipples that pushed out her top, a pert ass, long legs and a mouth that would look lovely wrapped around his cock. He ordered his troops to capture her, offering a substantial reward for the successful capture and a chance for the lucky soldier to join him in her torture and rape.

The soldiers were quiet, hiding in the woods near the village. They had spotted Loren the last few days moving away from the village during the day, each day she would go farther into the woods, each day she would tempt fate. They crawled along the ground, making no noise as they watched her moving farther away from the village. Two other soldiers were up around the bend in the river, knowing that she always headed in that direction. If they were lucky, today would be the day she would be captured.

Loren was not paying much attention to the surrounding woods. She had been leaving the village for over two weeks and had never seen any of the Japanese soldiers her parents told her about. Maybe it was just a trick to get her to stay in the village. She was clad in a pair of shorts, worn thin, a size too small. It clung to the shape of her body, molding along her ass cheeks, the crease of her ass barely discernable. The top covered her breasts, but it too was tight. They had brought clothes with them to the island, but they had not planned well enough. The material did not hold up to the damp air and began to rip. That and Loren's growth resulted in all of Loren's clothes looking like they were painted on her body. You could see her nipples poking through the thin material, the top tied under her breasts, her stomach naked. She moved towards the river, following it up towards the center of the island, the bend in the river just around the corner.

It was quick, one minute Loren was rounding the bend, her eyes spotting the river, the sun reflecting on the water, temporarily blinding her. The next, she felt hands grab her from behind. It must have been more then one, hands grabbed her around the waist, pinning her arms to her sides, another hand reaching around and covering her mouth quickly before she had a chance to scream for help. She felt her body lifted up high and thrown to the jungle floor painfully, one body pressed tightly on top of her. She heard the jabber of the men, recognizing Japanese, but unable to understand what they said. She felt a bamboo shaft forced between her lips, pushing deep against the back of her mouth. It was tied with something on the back of her head, splitting her mouth open, forcing her mouth open wide, only grunts coming from her. She could feel the soldier on top of her. She could feel something big and hard rubbing against her ass, failing to recognize that it was the hard cock of the soldier. He rubbed back and forth, massaging his cock on her young ass cheeks. She felt his legs push between hers, spreading her legs open, his hard cock returning to rub salaciously over her ass.

The soldier felt his cock rubbing over her ass, pumping back and forth as he pinned her to the ground, forcing her legs open, feeling his cock pushing between the cheeks of her ass as she was spread open for him. He grunted and felt the hot cum shoot out of his cock, filling his underwear with his sperm. It felt good, the young girl pinned beneath his body, her groans coming from her gagged mouth as he dry fucked her ass. The Commander had promised the one that captured her a chance to join in the torture and rape of the girl. He would enjoy it very much, but he could not wait. He felt his cock wet his underwear as her ass cheeks continued to masturbate the cum from his balls.

Loren was pulled up from the ground as the soldier pulled off her body. Her wrists were grabbed, one soldier pulling out a long bamboo pole. He slipped it underneath her arms and pulled her wrists up high until they ached, forcing her to bend over. Rope secured them tightly to the pole. Her hair was grabbed pulling her backward. The pole forced her breasts out, her back arched, her shoulders aching from the bondage. She could only babble through the bamboo pole splitting her lips apart as she stood before her Japanese captors, the danger of her situation not apparent to her. She shouldn't have left the security of the village.

The soldier rubbed his crotch, still wet from the dry fuck of Loren. He could already feel his cock hardening again as he stroked it through his uniform. "The Commander said we couldn't fuck her, but we can have a little fun with her, " his voice surprising Loren as he was now speaking in broken English. "So you also speak English? Good, you will know what is to become of you."

"Let's tie her up like the one yesterday, with the bamboo poles. See how she likes the walk back to the camp." He picked up two bamboo poles out of his knapsack, about two feet long each, both had pieces of rope attached to the ends, connecting to them. "Make her stick her tits out, " he urged the other soldier.

Loren felt a sharp prick in her back, the soldier's knife pressed in the center of her shoulder blades. She moved her feet forward but was quickly stopped and screeched in pain as the other soldier pushed his big boots onto her tiny feet, smashing them into the ground harshly.

"No move, " he shouted to her.

The knife pressed harder and deeper, forcing the only movement out of her, her back began to arch out, her breasts began to push out prominently in the front. While Loren was still young, her breasts were maturing, large pink nipples surrounded by dark areolas the size of a silver dollar, ample cleavage. Her breasts would be very large when she got older. The knife pushed deeper, her breasts now rising, her back aching from the strain, her feet in pain as they were crushed beneath the boots. Higher they rose, Loren groaning in the bamboo gag.

The soldier smiled as her breasts rose and fell before him, her breathing shallow in pain. He took his own knife as watched her eyes as it moved towards her flesh. "Hold very still little one, I don't want to cut you, YET, " laughing.

Loren froze in fear as the knife moved over the material of her top, cutting through it like butter, his hands pulling the materials off, her naked breast flesh gradually uncovered to the evil soldiers. Loren had never been naked in front of anyone, her face turning red in shame as the shredded material of her top fell to the ground beneath her, her naked breasts now so prominently displayed to the men. She bit down on the bamboo gag as she felt the tip of the soldier's blade move over her naked flesh, the sharp point dragging painfully over her tender flesh. The other soldier pushed his knife in deeper, a small trickle of blood appearing, her back arching higher. He leaned over, watching as her tits rose higher, his partner running his knife over her flesh, moving towards her large areolas. He grabbed his crotch, rubbing his cock through his uniform.

"You like, little one, you like the feel of the knife on your tits, " smiling as his knife ran over her areola, the dark brown flesh rubbed harshly. "How about them nipples, so big, the Commander will like them, he has so many nice clamps that will crush them." He moved the knifepoint against one hard nipple and pushed in, watching as it slowly pushed into the center of the hard flesh, forcing it inward. He saw her shaking her head back and forth in pain, tears staining her face as it punctured her delicate flesh.

He pulled the knife back and moved the double bamboo poles up to her naked flesh, placing one over the top of her breasts, pushing the other under them. He began to pull on one end of the rope, the two poles moving closer and closer together, pinching her young breast between them. He moved to the other one, doing the same, soon both of her breasts were held tightly between the two poles. "Tighter, you have such firm tits, they need to be held tight." He tightened one end, watching as one breast was squeezed tightly, turning red as the flesh was sandwiched tightly between the harsh bamboo poles. He moved to the other one, repeating the process. He smiled at the pained look on her face as her tits were clamped between the two unrelenting wood clamps. He knotted the ropes, her nipples swollen and almost bursting. He ran his fingers over them, watching her flinch in pain as he harshly snapped his fingers on them, igniting sharp pain. "They will hurt worse when the Commander gets to play with these beauties, think of what it will feel like when he shoots electricity through your nipples."

The other guard released the knife from her back allowing her to slump forward. The boots were removed from her feet, but the ache in her breasts continued, sharp pain emanating from the blood engorged nipples. She watched as the soldier picked up another bamboo pole. This time it was about three feet long, with several large ribs and knots on it. Rope hung from both ends. She cringed at the thought of what they might do with this one.

"Unless you want your feet crushed by my boots again, obey me. Spread your legs open." He watched her expression, his knife moved towards her inner thighs, pushing the tip into her tender flesh. "I told you, spread your legs, I wouldn't tell you again, " he ordered her. She jumped, her legs spreading slowly open. "More or I will force you."

Loren was afraid now, they were making her spread her legs open. She knew that her sex would be open and unprotected. She feared that somehow the pole would be pushed between her legs. She jumped as the knife jabbed her thigh, moving her legs open. Another prick with the knife and they opened more, until they were open at least three feet wide.

"Good girl, now keep them spread and I wouldn't have to cut you again, " his knife moving up to her tight shorts. "Real still now, wouldn't want to cut you much, " laughing as the knife began to tear into the material, slashing away at the frayed cloth. He felt her body trembling as he cut the shorts away until they fell to the ground, leaving her naked except for a tiny pair of panties that clung to her body. He leaned down and inhaled her smell, the intoxicating smell of a young girl in fear. He could make out her pussy lips, bulging out the panties and could see some wetness on the white panties. He ran the knife up her inner thighs towards her pussy, watching her trembling body.

Loren looked up, embarrassed as she was systematically stripped naked and bound. Her hips moved as they knife pressed into her flesh, feeling it move up. She could feel his hot breath on her flesh and knew that his eyes were following the trail of the knife as it moved toward her panty-covered sex. "MMMMGG, " she moaned through the bamboo gag, her mouth dry, dribble running down her chin. She heard the knife tearing into her clothes again and suddenly felt the cool air on her sex. She could feel his hot breath blowing on her sex lips and could almost feel the burning of his eyes on her naked body. She never felt so humiliated and vulnerable as she did now.

"Not very much hair on your pussy, little girl. A nice blonde bush. The Commander will like that. He likes blondes, especially natural ones. Big pussy lips, " his fingers placed on each side of her pussy, grabbing her pussy lips between his fat fingers. "Keep her still and pushed out, " he ordered the other soldier. He watched as her hips were thrust out, knowing that the other soldier was pushing the tip of his knife into her naked ass flesh, forcing her to expose herself to them. "Yes, like that, let the little girl show us her pussy."

Fingers played with her naked sex, her hips pushed forward into his waiting fingers as the knife stuck her ass cheek painfully. She grunted as the cruel fingers spread her pussy lips apart until it hurt. She felt him blow on her open sex, reminding her of her vulnerability and how exposed she was to the soldiers. The fat finger pushed up against her open pussy, feeling the tiny opening that had never been exposed to a man before. It dug around in the opening, moving around, feeling the tightness of her cuntal opening.

"Such a tiny cunt, it is going to have to take open up so wide to take the lovely toys the Commander will stuff into it. He likes to hear little girls scream as their pussy is violated. You will make a nice tight fuck for the Commander. He will force you to bounce around and fuck him back like a good little French whore." His finger reached down lower, sliding between her pussy lips, still dry in fear. It moved up between the cheeks of her ass, searching out her asshole.

"Hold her still and out, " his finger moving over her tiny asshole, a tiny hole now exposed as the knife forced her hips out farther. He ran his fingers over the hole, feeling it tremble under his touch. He felt her tighten her asshole as his finger began to push slowly into her dry hole, forcing it open. "So tight, the Commander is going to love your asshole. He will like forcing his cock up that tight passage, " his finger moving around, slowly opening her up. He felt her asshole spasm on his finger, unaccustomed to having anything try to push inside. He forced hard on his finger, burying it up to the first knuckle, her body trembling in pain. He bent it around inside her anal tract, making her feel the helplessness of her situation.

The finger moved out of her asshole, the strange and terrifying experience overcoming all of Loren's emotions. It was so nasty and dirty, what they was doing to her and she could not stop them. She felt him fumbling around between her legs, looking down, trying to figure out what cruelty he was now going to do. She did not have long to wait, the bamboo pole was lifted up between her legs, his fingers spreading apart her pussy lips, moving the rough pole between them.

He stood up, pulling up the ropes from one end in front of her and the others behind her. Each side had two ropes, one over her right shoulder, the other over her left shoulder. He began to tie the ends together, getting rid of the slack in the rope as he tightened the knots. The pole was now smashed against her delicate inner pussy, her lips wrapped around the outside. He grabbed the end of the pole and pushed it towards the back, watching as the first ring nearest to her spread pussy pushed between her lips and rasped harshly over her inner pussy. Once she started walking, the pole would move back and forth, burning the tender inner flesh as the bumps and ridges moved over the pink flesh. It would be a painful march back to the camp. "Now move, we have a ways to go before we get back to the camp, " laughing as he saw her try to take her first step.

The tightness of the pole between her legs hurt enough, the movement of it was painful. She felt the stick of the knife on her ass, urging her forward. She slowly moved her legs, the pole sliding between her pussy lips. She gasped in pain as it moved, the knife urging further movement from her. Each time she tried to slow or stop, the knifepoint would draw blood from her ass. She could not believe the pain she felt, her breasts ached from the pinching poles, her nipples a bright red and swollen over to twice their size. But the worst part was the pain between her legs, it felt like her sex was a raw wound, the pole moving back and forth over the abraded flesh, each time bringing about a fresh batch of pain.

It seemed like hours as they marched her through the jungle. She imagined how she looked, naked except for her shoes and socks, her breasts in tight bondage between the bamboo poles and the pole jutting out from between her legs, rubbing back and forth, tearing and cutting her tender flesh with each painful step. The knife had now slipped between the cheeks of her ass, tiny pin pricks with the point on her delicate asshole driving her forward each time, gasps coming from her gagged mouth as they moved her through the jungle.

Her relief was short-lived once they reached the camp. Her body slumped to the ground when they released the bamboo poles from her mouth, breasts and sex. She rolled over, her hands rubbing feeling back into her breasts and nipples, then tentatively reaching down between her legs. Her pussy lips were swollen and red, small traces of blood showing up on the pole that was between her legs. She could not even stand to touch herself, it hurt so badly. She moaned in pain when she was suddenly pulled up from the floor by her hair, the sound of hair tearing filling the room. She screamed as was suddenly slapped in the face, her cheek turning red.

The Commander was smiling down at her, her naked body, already red and battered, her face covered in tears. His cock was hard, even after spending some time with one of the new girls. She found out what it was like to be fucked for the first time. Not a gentle fuck by a boyfriend, but a rape. He used the leather sheath. It allowed his cock to stay hard for at least a half an hour. And the metal studs on it rubbed painfully along her cunt. After about ten minutes she was bucking around on the bed attempting to escape the cruel rape, but it did no good except to further incite his lust. He drove his cock into her tight cunt even harder, making her take the full length of his mighty Japanese cock. She screamed so loud each time his cock pushed inside her tight cunt. She began to get dry, the leather soaking up any moisture she might have secreted. His leather sheathed cock rubbed painfully along her cuntal walls, the metal studs scraping and tearing as he fucked. She screamed and bounced around the bed, his cock following her every movement, not letting her escape the cruel and painful rape. By the time he had cum in her, her screams were barely audible, her throat raw from screaming. Her body was covered in sweat, blood covering his cock as he pulled from her gaping hole. She had passed out, grateful for the brief reprise from the pain.

He was going to face fuck Loren, but first she would have to learn a little more about pain. The generator would be his first torture of her body. Loren was tied to a heavy wooden chair. Her arms were tied behind the chair back, her legs were pulled up onto the armrests and tied off. Her pussy was open and exposed, as well as her asshole. Before she had a chance to protest a rubber gag was forced into her mouth to keep her from biting her tongue.

Her eyes were opened wide in terror. She was naked, bound to the heavy chair, her legs pulled back and spread, her sex clearly visible to the Commander, his cock bursting at his pants as he stared at her. He stroked his cock through his pants as he kneeled before her, his face only inches from her naked sex. She heard him inhale deeply.

"I love the scent of little girls, " his fingers pulling back her chubby pussy lips, the inside of her pussy now spread grotesquely in the bright lights. "The bamboo pole rubbed your pussy raw, it is going to hurt when I fuck you. I will love your screams as I rape you." He felt her body jerking, attempting to escape his rough fingers as it rubbed the abraded pussy. "You are so tender, but your insides are not. Wait until I put the metal rod in your pussy and asshole and send the electricity through it. It will feel like it is burning you from inside." He moved up to her clit, grabbing the tiny bud, rubbing his finger over it. "This is your most sensitive part of your body. Soon it will have a clamp crushing it, electricity coursing through it. We will see if we can make you cum from the pain, " laughing as he stood up and went over to the table where his instruments were.

He moved back to Loren, holding two clamps with wire running back to the generator. He pinched one of the clamps open, showing Loren the serrated teeth on it. "These are going to bite hard into your nipples." He reached down with one hand, his hand running over the smooth flesh of her tit. "I just love nice young tits, so firm, " his hand hefting up one of her breasts, squeezing it, one finger running over the nipple at the same time. He saw her cringing in fear as he continued to maul her breast, pinching her nipple into hardness. "Your nipples are very big, so much easier to clamp them. You can't believe how much pain I can inflict on them." His fingers continued to pinch and squeeze the pink nipple, watching as it continued to grow. She might not like what he was doing to her, but her nipple grew from the stimulation.

Loren squirmed in the chair as the Commander pawed her breast. It had only been hours since she was a chaste girl, untouched by men, now she was naked and spread, her body manhandled by these terrible men and she could do nothing except groan behind the rubber gag in her mouth. Her eyes opened wide in fear as she saw the other hand open the clamp and move it towards her erect nipple. It seemed like such a long time, yet it was only seconds when the clamp was released on the erect nub, pinching it tightly between the metal claws. She felt only the pressure first, then she screamed into the rubber gag as the pain registered in her brain. She snorted through her nose, her breath taken by the sheer pain that emanated from her breast. Before the pain even started going away, turning to a dull ache, the other hand was already caressing her other breast, fingers stimulating the nipple into hardness. The soft hand turned to sharp pain as the other clamp was attached, the serrated teeth biting painfully into the pink nipple.

The Commander watched as her body arched up as he pulled her nipples up higher by the wires, stretching them from her body, the teeth biting harder into the tender flesh. "Hurts bad, doesn't it?" He bent down to her body, moving between her legs, watching the tears fall from her eyes. His hands moved over her stomach and fingers spread her pussy lips apart, readying her for more clamps. She was still dry. The Commander liked that. When he would rape her, it would be that much more painful for her as he fucked her tight hole. He pinched a clamp open and attached one to each side of her pussy lips. Her hips tried to rise from the chair, the pain biting into her tender flesh. "This one will be the worse, Loren. I am going to clamp your clit. I wish I could hear you scream when I do it, but maybe later."

Loren thought the ones attached to her nipples were painful, but the one he put on her clit almost ripped her legs from the ropes. His fingers played with her clit first, fat stubby fingers plucking the bud from under the hood, exposing it. She felt his breath on it, knowing that his face was only inches from the most intimate portion of her body, a part that no male had ever seen before. The fingers rolled over the bud, she could feel it becoming bigger. She had masturbated before, her clit sensitive to the stimulation. Then came the clamp, her clit crushed beneath the metal. She screamed in the rubber gag, only gurgled sounds emanating from behind it. Her head tossed from side to side in pain.