Chapter 2

Her privates were still a little sore and bruised, but it didn't hurt like it had the day before. Smoothing her dress, she looked around at the barren room. Even before her mother and sister left for Damascus, they had to sell everything they owned just to put food on the table. She had only two dresses to wear and one was torn. Without her mother to mend it, she has to wear the same dress everyday. Ahmeed has only one pair of pants that will fit him now and Hussein wears his hand-me-downs.

Life for many people they know is very hard, much harder than when the Americans came to free them. Sighing, she went out to join the others. There would be no breakfast today as they ate all the food last night. Omar will have enough milk for one bottle.

"Good morning, Honey," she heard her father say putting the baby back down to sleep. She smiled before getting a kiss on the cheek from him.

"When will you be going to the Americans?" Hussein blurted out excitedly after seeing his younger sister entering the room.

"Now, boys, settle down, she just woke up. Give her time to get her day started," their father scolded, giving him the 'evil' eye. Samirah smiled. Last night she decided that she would go back to the Americans for more money. What they did to her was painful, but not as painful as going without food and seeing her family hungry.

Sitting on the cold, dirt floor, she glanced around at the empty grand room. Only one picture remains on the wall, that of their mother. The rest had been taken down to sell the frames long ago. She knew her father borrowed a lot of money from family and friends and even owes several vendors money for food he got on credit. No one will allow him any more because they know that he can not pay them back.

"I will be going into town to look for work again," Mustafa said looking at his worn sandals, the top of one hanging loosely.

"Looks like I won't be wearing these," he added dropping them to the floor. The children all watched as their father left barefoot and with many holes in the back of his shirt. Samirah sighed. She's got to do something to help the family.

"I will be going too," she said looking around for her sandals.

She and Zafar were the only ones with shoes and hers were about to tear at any moment.

"Are you going to the Americans?" Ahmeed asked smiling.

"Yes. I don't even know if they will be there, but I will try."

"Can you ask them for chocolate? I love chocolate. Remember when they first came here and gave out chocolate? That was so good. I wish I had some right now!" Hussein said followed by the cheers of Habib and Zafar. It has been over a year since they had chocolate and Samirah had to admit she missed it as well.

"I will ask," she said walking to the door. Turning, she looked at the hopeful faces of her brothers and smiled. "I will bring home money for us to buy food."

With trepidation she approached the river's bank where she encountered the three soldiers yesterday. No one was there.

Glancing towards the thicket of trees not far away she wondered if they were in there. That's the place they took her to do those bad things. Swallowing hard, she stepped closer, hoping they were there, but also hoping they were not.

She could hear the voices and laughter before she reached the trees. Taking a deep breath, she stepped closer, inching her way deeper into the brush. That's when she saw them in a clearing.

Two of the men she recognized, but the other three she had not seen before. They were wearing the same clothes as the others and all had big guns, so they must be soldiers.

She almost turned and left before they saw her. The three men were bad enough and really hurt her so five would be even worse.

She took one step backward, snapping a twig with her foot. One of the men turned and saw her and slapped one of the others.

"Lookie what we have here," he said smiling. The other four turned and stared at her.

"Is this the whore you talked about?" one of the unknown men asked.

"Yep, she's the one."

"Looks like she's back for some more American cock, aren't you whore?" one of the men from yesterday said standing, followed by the others. Her heart began racing and she was so scared that she couldn't move as the men approached.

"Well, if it's cock she wants its cock she'll get," another of the unknown soldiers said grabbing her wrist. One of the new men picked her up and threw her over his shoulder before returning to the clearing. She could see the other four in close pursuit, all smiling.

She landed on her back with a thump as the men began grabbing and groping her. She expected it and didn't resist. Maybe if she didn't fight, they would give her more money. She could hear her dress tearing as one of the overzealous men tried yanking it from her without first unbuttoning it. Her panties were jerked down, as nails scrapped against her delicate skin, exposing her privates to the men.

"Damn, look at that little crack," she heard one of the men comment.

"She ain't got no hair yet!" another of the new men said standing to unzip his pants.

"That's one sweet little pussy though," the last of the unknown men said pulling the front of his camouflaged pants down past his knees. Her eyes drifted downward to his erect thing. What did they call it? A cock? "I can't wait to fuck it!"

"She's our whore so you gotta wait 'til we're done with her first," one of the men from yesterday said dropping to his knees between her legs. Raising her head, she watched as he pointed his 'cock' toward her 'pussy' and rubbed it along her tender crack. She watched as he spit twice on it then closed her eyes, lowering her head as she felt the tip pushing against her sensitive hole.

There was movement next to her head and then something fleshy began slapping against the bridge of her nose. Opening her eyes, she saw the second man from yesterday was slapping her face with his cock. "Open wide, whore" he said with a snicker. She had no time to react as the man on top of her suddenly lunged forward, sinking several inches of his cock into her.

Her mouth flew open from the sharp pain and surprise, allowing the second soldier to push his cock past her lips. Leaning over her, he assumed the push-up position and began thrusting his cock to the very back of her throat.

The first man kept at her, pulling out a little before shoving it deeper with every drive. She was dry and his thick, hard cock was scrapping her painful insides like sand. She cried out as he began pounding harder into her, but her sobs were muffled by the cock ramming against the back of her throat.

"Jerk me off, slut," she heard someone say as her right hand drifted upward and was suddenly filled with a fleshy tube.

"Don't listen to him, whore, just keep sucking, you're doing great," the man above her called out. Her left hand was pulled from the ground and quickly filled with another cock.

"Hey, what about me?" she heard someone say from a distant.