rape in afghan4

Kehalis had lain awake for hours after he had set the guard , listening for some sound from the side room into which the Arab had taken the blonde American pilot. But he could hear nothing over the snores of the exhausted men sleeping around him. Nor could he could see anything happening in the room but the faint light from the lantern shining under the edge of the blanket the Arab had hung over the door to the room. He carefully sneaked a look into the room once he was sure the other men were asleep. But he saw nothing except the American woman silently kneeling by the Arab’s bed. He lay awake in the dark of the cave unable to sleep, Cathy’s gloves held to his nose, their fragrance reminding him of her. He endlessly turned over in his mind what he was to do. It was not a simple question; he had to weigh his desire for the woman against his duty to his Mullah. Kehalis knew that he could not return to the strictly male confines of the Mullah’s madrassa in company with a female, let alone a female infidel who was a member of his enemy’s Army, even if she was by grace of God a slave captured in jihad . That thought frightened him; the Mullah’s household was the only home he had ever known. But he could not forget the feeling of the infidel Captain’s body under his hands, her golden hair, her warmth, her fragrance, or the beauty of her face. Kehalis was still awake when he had finally heard the screams he had been dreading.

Before the other men could react, Kehalis was up and at the door, brushing aside the blanket to stare at the scene within. The sight of the dark man mounting the naked American woman froze him in place. He could not move; he could not even raise the AK he held clenched in his right hand. He could only stare at the nude body on the sleeping platform, her arms and legs held underneath her body, reducing the captive woman to an agony filled face and an apparently limbless female torso, Cathy’s pale nude body was vivid in the dim lantern light in contrast to the shadows around her and the black form of the Arab on top of her. Frozen in place by the sight of Cathy being raped, Kehalis watched the Arab thrust again and again into the helpless woman, battering her bound body with his cock as she fought back against him, her body struggling underneath him, screams pouring out of the red “O” of her lips. Kehalis was struck by the beauty displayed before him, by the femininity of Cathy’s nude form as she fought frantically for her lost virtue. He stared at her breasts, their twin red tips swaying erotically in time with the thrusts of the man’s cock. In his eyes, her blonde hair formed a golden halo around that pain filled face, making Cathy appear almost angelic, an impression reinforced by the ethereal paleness of her body. Kehalis wanted to stop this, to save the beautiful woman being ravaged before his eyes; but, at the same time, he wanted even more to see her brutally taken, to see her nude body ravaged by a man, even if that man was the Arab. So he stood and watched, ashamed but at the same time unable to do anything else. He was only dimly aware of the other men crowding around him to watch Cathy’s rape with him. It was the sounds of Cathy’s moans that filled his ears, not their crude, laughing comments as they cheered the Arab on. It was only after the grinning Arab had pulled out and turned toward him that the spell was broken. Kehalis was pushed into the room as the men behind him hurried to respond to the man’s beckoning gesture, hurrying to get a closer look at the naked, blonde American, the signs of her rape still running from her open cunt. Swept along by the other men, Kehalis suddenly found himself face to face with the Arab. That brought him to a stop as the other men flowed around him to form a half circle around Cathy as she lay semi-conscious on her back, her raped and bound body, the stuff men’s dreams are made of, drawing them irresistibly to her.

The Arab held up his hands in a gesture to restrain the men before they simply swarmed over the helplessly bound woman.

” Kehalis, tell them to be patient. In the name of God, most gracious, most merciful, I promise that all will enjoy this female slave of mine. All will share in the prize that God has given us. Tell them this.”

Kehalis did as the Arab commanded, his words prompting a cheer from the men around him. At this point, Kehalis was too confused by this turn of events to even think of using his position as translator to betray the Arab. He felt sick at his stomach at the prospect of seeing “his” blonde American defiled by men he had grown up with, had know all his life. In his mind he had never considered this prospect; he had thought the Arab his only rival. The Arab’s next words confused him even more.

” And you, Kehalis, shall be first. I bestow this honor upon you, my loyal lieutenant. But first, let me prepare her to receive you.”

As Kehalis watched in puzzlement, the Arab flipped Cathy over so that she lay on her stomach and breasts, her bound thighs and lower legs half way off the platform, her face to the wall, out of his sight. What Kehalis now saw was a mass of blonde hair , her strong arms, cruelly bound together at the wrists and elbows arching her back and emphasizing Cathy‘s well muscled back, and below them her taunt buttocks, the wrinkled star of Cathy’s anus clearly visible between her two round ass cheeks. The grinning Arab patted Cathy’s round butt possessively as he said:

” I know you prefer boys, Kehalis. She will be closer to your .. desires this way. You can take her like you would take a boy.. here.. in the ass. ”

Kehalis stared at him for a long moment. Truthfully, he wanted the woman’s ass; seeing her like this with her round ass and strong back displayed , aroused him. Not as a boy would, but as a woman, a woman unlike any he had ever experienced, one strong and still feminine. But despite the man’s smiles, he knew the Arab’s gift was a thinly veiled insult. Though his culture readily accepted that a man could find satisfaction with a boy, the Arab still looked down upon him for seeking the company of boys just as he did for his poor Arabic and his provincialism. Keahlis lusted for revenge for these insults. He was a Pashtoon. Revenge for an insult real or imagined was the highest law of his people. Kehalis was very aware of the rifle resting heavily in his right hand. He wanted nothing so much at this moment as to raise the muzzle into the Arab’s grinning face and empty the entire magazine into him. But Kehalis was equally aware of the Arab’s right hand as it casually rested on the hilt of the large knife on his belt Standing as they did within arm‘s reach of each other, the knife was the more dangerous weapon. Nor could he look for help now from his tribesmen. Their attention was on the woman. Now was not the time, he told himself.

” Why do you hesitate, Kehalis? Would you refuse my hospitality? Or is it that she is too much woman for you, Kehalis? Shall I give her ass to your men instead?” the Arab continued mockingly. ” I do not think they will refuse it. Look at her ass. Her bottom is just like the one in that song you are so fond of, the song about a boy with a bottom like a ripe peach. Are you, God be merciful, not man enough to take that ass? “

Kehalis’ face flushed a bright red with the anger and humiliation he felt as he stepped to stand between the woman’s bound legs. He laid his rifle against the side of the platform, stripped off his coat, and dropped his pants. Standing there in his long shirt, he bent over to run his hands over Cathy’s ass cheeks, feeling once again the warmth and firmness of her. But this time there were no clothes between his hands and her flesh. He ran his hands over her bare skin, slick with her sweat. As the men around him cheered, Kehalis parted Cathy’s ass cheeks, gripping each of those lily white ass cheeks with one of his hands, the dark color of his hands- part race and part sheer filth- contrasting strongly with the pale white of Cathy’s untanned ass cheeks. As he gripped and knead her firm ass, Kehalis could look down and see the woman’s raped cunt lips, the protruding, swollen cunt lips an angry red from the pounding she had taken from the Arab‘s cock. He stared at Cathy’s private parts, his gaze running from her ass hole down her smooth, shaven cunt, the white remnants of the Arab’s cum still visible on her cunt lips. The wrinkled ass hole opened slightly – invitingly- under the pressure from his fingers. It seemed so small to Kehalis. He licked his lips as he stared down at the contrast between his dark hands and Cathy’s white ass. Then he took his very erect cock in one hand and placed the tip at that tiny opening. He paused briefly to spit on one of his hands and use that to lubricate his cock. Then, with no more preparation than that, he began to force his into Cathy’s bowels. His cock head began to sink into that tiny opening, cruelly stretching Cathy’s tight little sphincter ring. His hands tried to pull her ass apart as one would split a peach as he forced his way into her.

Until she felt his cock press into her tiny anal opening, Cathy had lain passively on her face, too shocked by her brutal rape to fight the men surrounding her, wanting only to shut her eyes and escape the hungry looks of the men around her. But as Kehalis’ cock began its invasion of her virgin ass hole, Cathy came out of her rape induced lethargy. Cathy began to buck and wiggled underneath him, frantically trying to escape from his cock. Hoarsely, Kehalis called on another for assistance. As this man held Cathy down by her shoulders, Kehalis tightly gripped her hips and leaned against her, placing all his weight behind his hard cock. Hard as steel, his cock slowly overwhelmed her resistance and sank deeper into Cathy’s tiny ass hole despite her frantic attempts to resist him by tightening her sphincter muscles against him.

” AAAGGHHHHEEEE! YOU’RE KILLING ME… NOOEEE! STOP IT!…. STOP PLEASEEE”

The Arab stood to one side now, arms crossed over his chest, savoring the sight of Cathy’s agony filled face as Kehalis forced his cock into her ass. He watched as Kehalis half climbed onto her back, straddling Cathy’s buttocks for a better shot at her tight ass as he fought to impale her with his cock. The other men were crowding close around her now, their attention centered on the one sided struggle between Kehalis’s cock and Cathy‘s anus, their hands timidly beginning to reach out to grip a breast or stroke her soft blonde hair. But the Arab was satisfied with this position against the cave wall. From there he could watch- and enjoy -the expressions on the faces of both Cathy and Kehalis. Both appeared to be in the grip of an overwhelming emotion. Their expressions were almost identical even though based on polar opposite emotions- Cathy’s on the pain and humiliation she was experiencing as a strange man fought to sodomize her in front of a screaming crowd of his fellows, Kehalis’ on an uncontrollable lust to possess a woman unlike any he had ever seen in his barren primitive life. The look in Kehalis’ eyes the Arab had seen before. But the intensity of Cathy’s agony was unique in his experience, he could not compare it to anything he had ever seen except… perhaps…. the agony of death.

Just as if she were giving birth,, Cathy was panting like a dog as she tried to deal with the overwhelming pain of the cock penetrating her guts. Frantically she tried to escape the cock invading her ass chute, her powerful arm and leg muscles straining against the ropes binding her, her sphincter fighting to expel the cock which was forcing its way inside her. Pain, and the fear of more pain, gave new dimensions to her already considerable strength. But to no avail. She could neither break out of the ropes holding her captive nor force his cock out of her body. His weight, pressing his rock hard cock deeper into her, defeated her best efforts at resistance, strong though they were. His cock was by now firmly seated inside her ass channel. Panic filled Cathy’s eyes. Her mind was overloaded by the waves of fear/pain coming from her ass as Kehalis brutally forced his way even deeper inside her heretofore virgin ass. Cathy felt as if a baseball bat was being forced up her ass; she feared that he was going to split her in two. She was sure that she must die, that his cock had torn her insides apart. Like a wild animal caught in a trap, Cathy struggled even more frantically, her entire body one knotted muscle as she fought against the ropes binding her, the hard hands running over her nude body, and the huge cock impaling her, stabbing deeper and deeper into her. Finally, unable to endure the uneven struggle any longer, Cathy’s body took over from her mind, Her body began to shut down, to surrender to Kehalis’ cock- too exhausted, too pain filled to resist any longer. But her mind remained clear. And painfully aware of what was being done to her.

” AHHEEEE…. oh.. no .. please… stop… my ass.. can’t… AHHEEEE”

When Kehalis stopped to catch his breath, perched like a jockey on top of Cathy’s upturned ass, her sphincter muscle had the opportunity to expand, allowing itself to adjust to the girth of Kehalis’ cock. Once her sphincter had loosened even slightly, Kehalis’ path forward was clear. Then it took only three or four jackhammer strokes with his cock to fully penetrate Cathy’s ass chute, sinking up to his wiry cock hairs in the now loose ass chute. Even after it had finally ceased to fight him, her sphincter still gripped the base of his cock tightly, milking the base like a small, tightly gripping hand . But the head of his cock felt no resistance as it sank deeper into Cathy. It felt to Kehalis as if his cock had sunk into emptiness, thrust into a wide warm oven. As the Arab and his men watched, Kehalis began to ride the bound body of the captive female pilot, his cock relentlessly moving in and out of her increasingly open ass hole like a piston. Now that he was fully seated inside her, Kehalis stood erect, his feet braced shoulder width apart. He pulled back on Cathy, dragging her hips off the edge of the sleeping platform. He held her there, his hands gripping the ropes tying her lower legs under her thighs. He used these a handles, to pull her back toward him as he plowed into her ass hole with long powerful strokes. He slammed into her ass with all the power of his strong arms and legs. Involuntarily, the bound blonde underneath him arched her back in response to each deep, hard stroke. The watching Arab could see Cathy’s bound hands clenching helplessly each time Kehalis plowed into her ass, the neatly trimmed red nails of her fingers drawing blood from the flesh of her palms. Her body was almost limp. Cathy no longer screamed out angry or pleading words, just incoherent sounds. A long moan came out of her open mouth, the volume rising and falling wordlessly in time with Kehalis’ thrusts and withdrawals.

” aaheee… aaheee.. aaaHHEE. AAAAHEEEEE!”

Relentlessly Kehalis sodomized the bound female Captain, as the men around him chanted and clapped their hands in time with his thrusts into Cathy’s open ass hole. It seemed to Cathy as if Kehalis would last forever, plowing relentlessly into her ass hole like some sort of inhuman fucking machine. Kehalis reached and stayed on the edge of cumming for stroke after stroke, brutally battering Cathy’s body, but unable to reach his climax. By now his agony was almost the equal of Cathy’s. He was only able to finally achieve release when he threw himself forward onto Cathy’s back, grasping her blonde hair with one hand to force her head 90 degrees to her left so that he could see her crying, agony filled face as he raped her ass. Only then, after he had looked into her eyes, felt her body shuddering beneath him, and once again surrounded himself with her fragrance could he find release. Crying out in relief, he filled her ass chute with his hot cum and then collapsed onto her back. Kehalis lay on her for a moment, too exhausted to move, until another man, impatient now for his turn, pulled him away. The Arab had only a glimpse of Cathy before the next man covered her nude body again. But the image of the open “O’ of her asshole, his man cum dripping out of it, was forever burn into his memory.

The next man took her just as brutally as Kehalis had. In a single thrust he impaled Cathy on his hard cock, sinking up to his pubic hairs in her. He hunched over her, holding onto the rope tying Cathy’s elbows together, using it as a grip as he pulled her back onto his cock at the same time as he thrust forward. He plowed relentlessly into her by now open ass hole as Cathy, her body slack and unresisting, continued making small moaning sounds underneath him. She could manage nothing more. Each time he slammed into her, he made her body shake and knocked the air out of her lungs.