Helen Johanson cursed as the parachute jerked her hard in the air, and
gazed down at the baren wasteland that was Iraq.  To be shot down over
enemy territory was bad enough, but once on the ground there was no place
to hide--all was desert stretching seemingly forever.  She watched
disgustedly as the ground rushed up at her, and the landing jarred her
five foot six frame.

She quickly cut the chute from her and buried it before taking stock of
her situation.  She knew there was at least one regiment of Iraqi’s dug in
two to three miles west of her, between her and her own people, and she
had no water.  She began walking directly North, thinking as she went.

A few hours later she had discarded the idea of surrendering--it just
wasn’t in her.  She hadn’t fought the stereotypes or the hazing of the
male dominated fly-boy club just to end up as a POW.  She licked her dry
lips, wishing for a drink, and began angling NorthWest, intending to head
straight West as soon as the sun set.

She was staggering by the time night rolled in, dehydration taking its
toll.  Her only thoughts were to keep walking, her focus narrowing to the
path in front of her, occassionally checking landmarks to make sure she
was still going in the right direction.  She stumbled and cursed, for the
first time noticing a cloud of dust rising to the south of her, heading
her direction.

Her tired mind worked furiously--she didn’t know if she could take another
day of the heat, but if the Iraqi’s were on the move, then her own people
probably wouldn’t be far away.  If she could avoid the enemy, she would
most likely be picked up.  She lay down on her belly and waited, watching
the progress of the dust cloud.

She jerked awake when she heard the sound of shouting, and cursed herself
for falling asleep, adrenaline rushing into her body as she saw a jeep
bearing down at her, two Iraqi’s yelling as she froze for a second in the
headlights before racing to her feet and leaping to the side.  The jeep
whirled around her and the two men jumped down, rifles at the ready, and
she realized she was caught, damn it.

She raised her hands in surrender and hoped they were not trigger happy,
and put them behind her head as they approached her, the headlights of the
jeep keeping her from seeing their faces.  She could see their forms,
though, and saw that although the men with the rifles were big men, the
man just getting out of the jeep was huge, towering at least six foot six.

Fear settled in the pit of her stomach at the thought of capture, but she
bore it, and remained still as one of them approached her, rifle slung
now.  When he got within a couple of feet of her he turned in surprise and
yelled at his companions--probably just figured out I’m a women, she
thought, knowing that as grimy as she was her short bob of dark brown hair
was plastered to her neck by sweat, and her flight suit hid her figure.

She remained standing as the Iraqi walked around her, a grin spreading his
ugly face as if he liked what he saw, and turned again to shout something
to his companions, who began walking toward her.  Oh shit, she thought as
the Iraqi reached for zipper on her flight suit and began to draw it down,
knowing what he was planning from the look in his eyes.

She stood stock still as he exposed her muscular, athletic figure to the
cool night air, her breasts full and round beneath the dirty white T she
wore, her luck T-shirt, her ass two globes of muscle standing out from her
body, straining against the panties which covered them,  her waist narrow
and taunt, her thighs lean and strong.  The suit bunched around her feet
and she shuffled slightly, freeing them, waiting for the other man with
the rifle came nearer--she didn’t worry about the driver--big as he was he
seemed unarmed.

She remained still as the one closest to her stood close to her right side
and ran his hand over her shapely ass, her body quivering from the cold
and the fear and from what she was about to do.  His companion with the
other rifle was about six feet in front of her and a little to the left,
the driver even further away, when she moved.

Her hands came down quickly from her head and she felt a rush of elation
as his surprise registered and the cool metal of the gun met her hands.  A
quick sideways step put her between him and his friend just now raising
his rifle with a curse, while a quick jerk on his rifle pulled him
forward, his face slamming hard into her oncoming forehead, stunning him
as his blood splattered across her face.

She wrestled with the man’s rifle as his companions started to rush
her--damn him, her mind raced as the tried to gain control of it from him,
swinging it around, trying to get a shot at the men coming toward her,
pulling off a round, the sound loud and startling in her head before a
body slammed into hers, knocking her to the ground, the sand harsh against
her bare skin.

Two of them were on top of her, pinning her body as she struck at them
with her arms and hands, trying blindly to hit a soft spot, to disable the
men on top of her.  She screamed harshly as the gained control of her,
pinning her arms and legs down with the weight of their bodies.  Rapid
Iraqi filled her ears as they rearranged themselves atop her, one holding
her hands above her head while the other, the one whose nose was swollen
and ran with blood, sat on her stomach, while the big one held down her
ankles.

She didn’t bother to speak as he glared down at her--they wouldn’t
understand her anyway.  They were going to rape her now, she knew, and
would probably kill her too; the thoughts held no fear for her now, her
strong athletes body pumped up with adrenaline and endorphines--she was a
goddamn U.S. Pilot, and no towel head was going to beat her.  She spit
into his face when he pulled out a knife, earning a hard backhand across
the face from him, blood filling her mouth as he continued to strike her,
venting his rage on her body.

When he stopped she remained still, her face aching, glaring up at him as
he cut free her shirt and panties.  He gripped her breasts in his hands
and grinned, the twin globes fitting perfectly in his hands, squeezed and
twisted the soft flesh.  Pain shot through her body, and she grimaced, not
wanting to give the bastard the pleasure of hearing her scream.  Again and
again he yanked at her breasts, the flesh with between his fingers at he
mauled them.

She snarled in her pain, refusing to let him master her, and grinned a
feral grin when he released her breasts, and then screamed when his teeth
sank into the flesh of her breasts.  Pain rocked her body and she arched
against him, the muscles in her neck and arms and legs cording as she
struggled against the agony, her torso twisting and her head thrashing
from side to side as she howled out her agony.

Her body collapsed onto the sand when he released her breast from his
mouth and grinned evily down at her, her blood filling his mouth before he
spit it down at her face, adding an Iraqi curse.  She looked at her
breast, seeing his teethmarks deep in the tender flesh, skin torn from the
soft mound, blood oozing from the ugly wound.  She cursed him, earning her
another backhand against the face, and again was still as he slid down his
pants, his cock already hard--hard from hurting her, the bastard, she
thought.

She winced as he quickly levered her legs under his arms, folding her in
half with her legs over his shoulders, his hands gripping her breasts as
if they were handholds, his fingers digging cruely into them as he pushed
his cock against her cunt.  She fought down nuasia as she smelt and felt
his hot breath against her face, his cock burning against her cunt,
forcing the dry labia inward, inward, until he had pushed the head of his
foul member into her cunt.

She shuddered at the invasion, her whole body tense, her head turned away,
her eyes closed, a wave of helplessness and hatred and self-loathing for
being so weak washing through her as the pain increased with each inch he
forced into her dry channel--it felt like he was tearing her open, ripping
the flesh from her cunt.

She shuddered again when he ground his pelvis against hers, and she could
feel his cock pressing against her cervix.  Her whole body was a mass of
pain and she began to feel herself slip into a state of shock as her
rapist pulled his cock back along her sheath before driving it forward
hard again.  She felt his lips and teeth against the side of her neck, her
face a mask of animal pain as he began to fuck her in earnest, pounding
violently into her helpless body.

The desert night was still except for the humming of the jeep and the
panting of her rapist above her.  Her teeth were clenched as each fucking
blow made her whole body shake, his balls slapping hard into her asscrack,
her thighs straining against him as if she could push him away.  The pain
increased with each punishing stroke of his cock into her body, his
fingers gripping harder into her breasts, twisting and tearing and pulling
at them as he pounded into her, his mouth and teeth gnashing at her neck.

Come, you bastard, she thought, come and get it over with, you son of a
bitch.  A low moan was echoing from deep in her throat as he continued to
brutalize her, the agony of her rape becoming almost too much to bear.
She heard him cry out and a cool liquid bathed her cunt, his hands almost
tearing out her breasts and his teeth biting hard into her neck as if to
tear out her throat as she screamed and arched against him, her body
thrashing as her breasts were mauled.

She listened to him as he babbled at her, revulsion and loathing filling
every pore of her body as he held himself inside her ravaged cunt until he
softened before pulling out.  She sighed in relief, knowing it was short
lived as he switched positions with his companion holding her arms and he
positioned her to be raped again.

His penetration was easier now that her cunt was filled with come, and
even his hands on her breasts were less painful.  She lay limp under him
for several minutes while he used her cunt, her mind beginning to go foggy
from shock.  She thanked god when he spilled his seed into her and both of
her rapists released her and stood.

She lay there confused for a moment, thinking that she should move, should
try to do something, but the driver, all six foot six of him, was standing
over her, and she saw his cock--it was abnormal, and she moaned in
despair.  Huge, it was huge, and she struggled weakly as he gripped her
ankles and then the back of her knees and forced them beside her head, her
whole body rolled up into a helpless ball, her cunt gaping open as he laid
his massive cock against her raped hole.

She saw the other men staring down at her as the driver began to push his
pole into her cunt, and agony overwhelmed her, her ass jerking back and
around, trying to avoid this impossible rape.  She screamed in howling
agony as his cock began to slide into her--he was splitting her in
two--she had never felt such pain.  Her whole body shook as she looked up
into his grinning face, his massive fuck tool stretching her cunt to its
limit.  Her breath was ragged as she sucked in air to scream again as he
slid another inch of his pole into her.

Oh my god oh my god she thought again and again as pain overwhelmed her,
her taunt muscular body shaking and glistening with sweat as pain washed
through it--her whole body seemed to be on fire.  She screamed again as he
drove his cock hard against her cervix and he kept on pushing.  Something
_moved_ inside her, she felt it, and she thought she was going to die as
his massive cock slid into her to the hilt.  Her mouth hung open in pain
and shock, and she lifted her head, expecting to see her stomach distended
by his huge member.

Every nerve in her body screamed at her as he began to fuck her slowly,
easily, each downstroke seeming to move something inside her, filling her
with a warmth like a fresh wound.  She couldn’t seem to make any
noise--she was like a gaffed fish, laying there with her mouth hanging
open, her pretty face twisting slowly back and forth while this
man-mountain fucked her relentlessly.

The stretching in her cunt turned from agony into mere pain until it was
just stretching, the warmth in her belly growing with each downward stroke
her took--maybe she was bleeding to death she thought madly.  It kept
growing and growing and would he never stop and it was so warm in her
belly and what was happing what was happing oh god so warm stretched
stretched so big so full splitting me so big oh my god oh my god oh my god
“oh my god oh my god oooooo!  Aaaaaaaahhhhh!” she screamed as her fingers
and toes curled, a massive orgasm flooding her body with pleasure, her
muscles straining as she pulled against her rapist, his huge cock plunging
into her unendingly, driving her crazy as she came and came again,
strangled cries coming from her throat as her head lifted of her own
accord , the tendons standing in sharp relief from her neck as she came
again as he buried himself into her to the hilt.

And again and again it wouldn’t stop it just wouldn’t stop her head
snapped back hard against the sand as she tried to arch up against his
pile-driving monster cock--her whole body was on fire with ecstacy as each
downstroke of his cock burned into her.  She thought she was going to die,
going to die it was too much and then he stopped, buried into her to the
hilt, his cock spasming in her belly and filling her with his seed.  It
was over, it was finally over, she thought as he pulled out of her with a
wet slurping sound and her body collapsed onto the sand.

They didn’t shoot her, although she didn’t think she would have noticed,
instead taking her in their jeep back to their camp.  It was just after
midnight when they reached it, and she had recovered enough to care what
was going to happen to her.  She didn’t have long to find out.

The commander came over to look at her and smiled, issuing a few commands.
Her rapists took her and dragged her to the outskirts of the camp near the
latrines, where they staked her to the ground on her back, her ankles and
wrists both tied over her head and out from her body, so her cunt and
asshole were pointing almost straight into the air.

She figured the camp had about four hundred men, and wondered how many
would get to use her body.  The thought didn’t seem real, although she
knew it was.  She didn’t feel fear, or anything, just a numbness and an
acceptance of the inevitable; they were going to use her like a come
dump--she just hoped they would let her live, for that was all that
mattered at this point.

Iraqi soldiers surrounded her, and she saw the face of her first rapist,
his nose crooked on his face, for which she felt a small satisfaction, as
he knelt over her, his comrades cheering him on as he pulled her muscular
asscheeks even wider apart, spitting on the tiny brown ring of her
sphincter.  She moaned inwardly as she felt his spit dribble across her
anus, knowing what was coming.

She closed her eyes and choked down a cry as pain screamed through her
asshole as he pushed his cockhead through her tight sphincter.  It felt
like her ass was on fire as he shoved his cock further into her nether
passage.  She choked back another cry as his hands found her tortured
breasts again, his cock beginning to ream out her ass.  She felt a warmth
spread through her bowels and knew that she was bleeding, and turned her
head as he began licking her face and twisting her tits as he fucked her
ass brutally, trying to make her scream.

Only small choked cries of agony escaped her as he pounded into her
bowels, every stroke an agony of stretched nerves, like a red hot poker
shoved up her ass.  Finally it was over, with him at least, that sadistic
bastard, she thought, as her second rapist took his place, the pain again
less with him, but still there in her tortured asshole as he brought
himself to orgasm within her helpless body.  When he finished there was a
pause, and she heard what she thought was an argument, and then she saw
the driver again, and shook her head voilently.

They couldn’t be thinking of letting him fuck her ass, she though wildly,
terror for the first time gripping her.  Being shot would be better than
that, his cock would kill her slowly and painfully if he tried to put it
up her ass--it would litterally tear her open.  She watched in horror as
he put something on his cock, lube she realized, and began to yell “No!
No!  Not him!” over and over again, her cries only making the surrounding
Iraqi’s laugh.

She stared at his cock in horror as he placed it against her asshole, his
hand guiding it into her as he leaned over her bound body.  She felt it
press against her ass as he brought his weight down, trying to drive it
in.  She felt her anus begin to stretch, stretch, the pain increasing as
he put more and more weight down on his massive pole.

A low moan of agony escaped her throat as her asshole continued to
stretch, turning into a true scream as he brought more weight down against
her resisting sphincter.  Her whole body tensed and jerked and a howl of
pure agony escaped her as his cockhead slipped into her sphinter, a
blackness swooping through her consciousness as her anus spasmed
uncontrollably around his monster cock, feeling like it was tearing itself
apart.

She could feel her own blood course down her asscheeks as he slid more and
more of his pole into her tortured asshole, the agony going beyond
screams, her mouth open in a silent howl, her eyes dilated with the pain,
her whole body centered around her ass which was being torn to shreds.
She felt his his hips meet hers and knew that he was all the way in, pure
agony radiating from every inch of his cock in her asshole.

He didn’t move, and she felt it there, deep in her bowels, stretching her,
tearing her, the warmth of her blood lubing the chanel for him, radiating
pain.  When he began to slide it back she thought she was going to die, to
die.  Agony, unadulterated agony ran through her nerves, her fingers and
toes curling in sympathy as he slid it back into her again and again.  Her
head was turning back and forth slowly, in time with his thrusts, her body
barely able to bear the agony of this penetration.

It went on forever, and like before, the agony in her ass lessened into
bearable pain as he worked his cock into her time and time again.  She
felt him reach up to her cunt with one hand and felt his fingers mash
against her clit, and she bucked at the sensation, shuddering at this
further invasion.

Again and again he worked his cock in her bowels, his fingers swirling
around her sensitive bud, and she again felt that warmth spread through
her loins, and she moaned in despair as she felt her body tingle.  No, no
she thought, not again.  The pain in her ass was still there, but it felt
different, it felt good, she realized, a counterpoint to the sensations
radiating from her clit.  No, no, no more, just use me and get off, oh no,
oh no, oh my god oh my god she thought as each fuck of his cock into her
ass send sparks of pleasure racing through her body.

Her body shook under his pounding, every muscle quivering as she fought
off the pleasure building deep in her bowels, a pleasure which threatened
to overwhelm her.  It grew with each thrust into her bloody ass, each
swirl of his finger across her clit, each fucking motion in her
overstretched anus.  Fuck fuck fuck she thought again and again as the
sensations overwhelmed her, her whole body quivering as her orgasm hit
her, sending waves of blackness across her vision, making her asshole
spasm violently around his huge tool, sending more shooting pain through
her body, driving her orgasm higher and higher until she passed out, his
come shooting deep inside her bowels.

When she came to she didn’t know how long she had been out, but she knew
her groin was in pure agony.  She opened her eyes to the man fucking her
ass, each stroke a terrible, almost unbearable agony, and looked at her
loins, horrified at what she saw.  Her cunt was swollen obscenely, her
labia engorged and red to huge porportions, her clit looking red and raw
and angry between them.  Come matted her pubic hair to her body and
covered her stomach and cunt and ass, and she could feel come pooled at
her lower back.  She would have shuddered at that except the agony in her
groin took all her attention, although she wondered vaguely how many men
had taken her already.

It was unbearable, but she had to bear it.  Even when the soldier finished
it was agony.  The commander came over and smiled down at her, calling
over another soldier who was in line to use her body who came with a wet
rag.  He held it against her ass and began to wipe her clean, the harsh
cloth making her scream in agony as it brushed her raw, tortured flesh.

When it scraped her clit she felt pain as she had never felt it before, so
powerful it was almost like another orgasm, her body shaking with the pain
of it, the horrendous agony.  When the rape began again she tried to keep
her mind off the pain by counting the number of strokes it took each man
to come, and then keep track of how many of them took her in the ass and
how many took her in the cunt.

She had counted ten in her ass and twenty two in her cunt by the time she
passed out again.  She woke just before dawn screaming as her rape
continued, her sex a swollen mass of flesh.  She screamed herself out
before dawn as another twenty five men took her before they began moving
out, and many more while they packed up.

They left her there, and she would have died of exposure and dehydration
if U.S. ground troops had not found her.  She spent one month in the
hospital and another in counciling, earning an honorable discharge and the
purple heart.

Sometimes, though, late at night, when she was tucked safely away in her
bed, she would imagine a huge cock inside her and close her eyes and let
her hands play over her sex.