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This is my first attempt at a story so please forgive me if I have made any errors
 
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Military plaything

By John Grange        <a
href="mailto:johngrange20012003@yahoo.com">johngrange20012003@yah
oo.com</a>

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author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on 
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the previous permission of the author.

Angie experiences were extreme involving a variety of violent
non-consensual sexual exploitation.  They are based on a real
woman but are completely imaginary in every way.  This woman has
never suffered or enjoyed any of the sexual perversions contained
in the story.  The story is intended for adults only and should
not be read by anybody who does not enjoy reading about extreme
rape.


An exciting adventure

At the age of 34 Angie's divorce came through and she was free. 
She had only ever had sex with one man, her ex-husband who had
brought her from the Philippines when she was 19.  Before then,
as a good catholic girl she had had boyfriends but no sex.
After 14 years, he had gone off with another woman leaving Angie
heartbroken, but she was over that now and in love again, this
time with a handsome lean man from a small country in South
America.  She met Juan at a party and had quickly fallen for him.
 He was a perfect gentleman and so far, although they had dated
several times, they had not actually had sex.
Angie knew she was still very attractive with a good face and
body.  She kept in trim and she often caught men looking at her
breasts.  Her nipples pointed up easily and whatever she wore
they seemed to show through, but so far Juan had resisted the
temptation.
Right now Angie was so excited, Juan had asked her to go with him
to his country in South America as he had business to do there
and he needed and assistant.  It would be wonderful just to be
with him and in a romantic setting.
It was early evening when they arrived in the small town high up
in the mountains.  It had been a long journey by plane and
several buses.  The last had been a small, old and overcrowded. 
Now she was at their destination, it all seemed worthwhile as
they were welcomed by warm friendly people and the setting sun
lit the mountains in reds and golds.
After 3 weeks in San Pedro, Angie really felt as though she
belonged there.  However, she was still no closer to Juan as he
had to go away on business the whole time.  He seemed to be
greatly revered by the locals and Angie was slowly realizing that
Juan was some sort of guerilla leader.
The town had a large military garrison and she knew how cruel the
soldiers could be.  She had seen a solder knock down an old lady
with his automatic gun when she got in his way at the market.  It
was very romantic to be with a man such as Juan and Angie
understood the hatred of ordinary people for the military.  She
didn't understand the politics of it all but she had become a
fervent supporter of the freedom fighters.

Dressing up
Then Juan asked her to help with the revolution.  He told her
they had to get more guns to fight the soldiers.  There was an
armory at the garrison which would give them everything they
needed.  It was protected by high fences and razor wire but it
was guarded by a single soldier in a guard hut.  The problem was
that this guard was in constant touch with the garrison
communications centre and if they attacked him, there would be an
immediate alert.
They needed some way to neutralize the guard and they thought he
could be distracted by some female company.  A local girl would
not do as the guards had learnt to be suspicious of any local
woman.  An American girl would be quite different.  Any of the
guards would give a lot to just kiss such a girl.  Later they
would boast about it to their friends.  Everybody in the town
knew, Angie as the 'American girl' and all the men desired her.
Juan wanted Angie to distract the guard while they cut through
the armory wire fence and stole the weapons they wanted.  He
warned Angie that it could be difficult as they would need her to
keep the guard occupied for at least 30 minutes.  He implied that
she might have to give him some sexual encouragement to maintain
his interest.
This was so exciting; Angie couldn't believe this was really
happening to her, it was like being in movie.  She asked him what
would happen after the raid, as they would know who it was had
distracted the guard.  Juan told her that she would go with him
to a hideout in the mountains where they would stay together for
several months.  The idea of being with Juan for all that time
was wonderful for Angie but she was worried that Juan would be in
the truck with the arms and she might be left behind.  When she
explained this to Juan he took her to see a man at a house in the
town and told her that if for any reason they were separated, she
must go to him and he would take her to the hideout.
While this lessened her anxiety, Angie still felt a bit
frightened, but somehow the thought of using her sex to help the
cause thrilled her.  She imagined talking to the guard and
flirting with him, she might kiss him but all the time she would
be thinking of Juan.  He might want to go further, perhaps touch
her breasts but that was OK she had been a married woman and knew
what men liked.
The day of the attack came and that evening Angie felt quite
exhilarated. Juan had given her some of the local whisky to drink
and, as she didn't normally like alcohol, Angie felt quite light
headed.  She had to distract the guard at 10pm, so at 9pm Angie
got ready.  She felt like a vamp, a spy who would seduce the
enemy for his secrets and then ride away with the good and true
hero.
She showered and pampered her skin with talcum powder. She looked
at her breasts in the mirror and gave them special attention. 
Angie hoped that it would not go that far, but if it did she knew
her breasts were her final weapon.  Men would not be able to
resist them, or rather one man, the guard would not.
She put on her prettiest lacy see-thru bra and panties, she chose
black as this seemed the most appropriate for a femme fatale;
then her white dress with the low neckline.  The white showed of
the golden colors of her skin and it unbuttoned down the front,
at least this would give her some control over the situation as
she could unbutton it slowly, if it got that far.

The raid
They dropped her off around the corner from the armory.  It was
only when she was alone in the street that Angie began to wonder
what the heck she was doing here.  She wasn't a vamp just an
ordinary woman and not even that young.  The guard would probably
be young and she could use her womanly experience to advantage,
he would be like a child and be overcome with joy if she allowed
him to kiss her.
Was she sexy enough?  As she approached the guard room she undid
another button of her dress, this would show her bra as well as
her cleavage.  Although she would not normally be that
adventurous in her clothing, she thought that it would be better
to over do it rather than to be too cautious, as she could hardly
undo the button when she was with the man.
He was young, very young and quite handsome really.  This would
be easy. Angie didn't normally smoke but for this occasion she
had a packet of cigarettes.  She asked him for a light.  The wind
kept blowing his match out so of course she had to go inside the
guard room.  She stayed there and tried to talk to him, but he
didn't understand English.  When the cigarette was finished she
would have to leave. She had to get him to kiss her, but how?
He kept looking at her tits, but it looked as though he was too
scared to do what he obviously wanted to do.  He is shy, poor
thing, Angie thought.  She tried everything, she pushed out her
breasts at him and he obviously got the message as he couldn't
take his eyes off them.  She sat on the desk with her legs
crossed, so the short skirt rode up to show off her legs.  He
seemed equally mesmerized by her legs, but still did nothing. 
Her cigarette was nearly finished and she couldn't exactly hold
him in conversation, so she took a big breath, went over to him,
put her arms around him and kissed him fully on the lips.  He
seemed to be amazed at this behavior and actually took a step
back away from her.  
He looked her and frowned in puzzlement.  Then his face cleared
and he smiled at her, well it was more like a sly and knowing
grin.  He took one step towards her and grabbed her roughly in
his arms.  Although young, he was quite tall and Angie felt the
strength of his arms around her.  He kissed her fiercely on the
lips.  He had no idea how to kiss, kept his mouth closed and
pressed painfully and bruisingly against her, lips.  His breath
smelt foul as though he had been eating garlic before he went on
duty.
Gagging, Angie tried to get out of his grip, but the more she
tried the tighter he held her.  She began to panic, but she
couldn't get away from him.  He pushed her back onto the desk and
forced his legs between hers.  There was a tearing sound as one
of the seams of her dress gave way.   By now she was really
frightened; somehow he had forced her arms behind her back and
was holding both her wrists in his left hand.  Pinioned there she
was defenseless and it left his right hand free to do what he
liked with her.
She tried to break lose but he only tightened his grip on her and
forced those stupid lips against hers.  If only he knew how to
kiss, but this man was just a brutish peasant. Angie had
forgotten about distracting him and was just trying to stop him
raping her.
His rough hand was inside her bra feeling her breast.  She could
feel his fingers pulling at her nipple.  She felt the button at
her neckline give way as he clumsily tried to get her bra off. 
He was still kissing her over and over.  She could hardly
breathe.   Then he tore at her bra and she felt the straps break
as he pulled it down over her breasts.  He stopped for moment
breathing heavily and looked down at Angie's naked breasts.  He
actually licked his lips in anticipation before putting his head
down to her nipple.   Oh God this is ridiculous.  Oh he is
hurting me.  Angie thought, as the fool sucking at her nipple
couldn't he keep his teeth out of the way.  To get his head down
so low meant forcing her arms further down behind her back and
the pain was killing her.  Angie let out a moan of pain.  She
wanted to scream but couldn't without alerting the whole
garrison.
He stopped slurping at her nipple and started sucking at the
flesh of her breasts.  It was only later that Angie understood
that he was giving her love bites, as some sort of primitive
marking to show that he had been there.
This didn't keep him occupied for long and soon she felt the
thing she had been dreading.  His hand went down to between her
legs. She felt him force it up to her vagina and heard the sound
of her dress ripping again.  She could feel him trying to get his
hand inside her panties and then he managed to hook his finger in
them near her pubic area.  He tugged at them so hard that the
thin material tore and he was able to rip them off.  Oh shit! Oh
Shit! She thought he is going to fuck me like some cow in a
field.   Angie was panting and moaning "Please, please don't".
Then there was a moment of respite as his hand left her body, she
knew that this was just to undo his trousers.  Suddenly his mouth
went to her nipples again and then he straightened up and she
felt his cock hard against her.  
It was a nightmare, he was thrusting against her with what felt
like a huge hard erect penis but he had no idea where to put it.
He let her wrists go to use both hands to guide it.  Angie
thought of escaping but his whole body was crushing hers and
somehow her body seemed give in. She thought let him do it I
don't care any more.  
At last he managed to find his target and she felt his penis
pressing against her, oh no!! It hurt.  She was dry as he forced
it into her.  He started ramming it in and out of her like a stud
bull.
Then all hell broke loose.  There was the staccato sound of
automatic fire and sirens and lights.  The fool who was fucking
her looked up in total bewilderment.  Open mouthed he gaped at
Angie and then with a slow dawning of understanding she felt his
hot cum spray into her as he punched her full in the face.
Captured
Angie slowly emerged back into consciousness; she didn't know
where she was.  She was lying in a fetal position on the floor,
her face hurt and when she tried to move, she found she was
restricted by her hands which were tightly cuffed behind her back
and around the leg of a desk.  Her dress was gaping open and her
bra was missing, one of her breasts was hanging out and her
nipple was touching the dirty floor.  She managed to sit up but
was unable to adjust her dress with her hands behind her back. 
There was still the sound of gunfire and somebody was screaming
as though they were dying.
Much later, men came for her and dragged her to her feet.  They
handled her roughly and were very interested in her left breast
which was still exposed.  Angie angrily asked them to let her do
her dress up, but they ignored her and even squeezed her breast
with brutal hands as they escorted her from the room.  She
couldn't understand what they were saying, as they spoke in
Spanish, but she knew they were making crude jokes about her from
the sound of their harsh laughter.
The door to her cell clanged, the bolt banged and she was alone.
They had released the handcuffs and she was free to move.  Her
bruises ached and she felt defiled but otherwise she was OK. 
There was a pain between her legs where the guard had thrust his
hard penis into her dryness, she could feel where he sucked her
breasts, her cheek ached where he punched her and her wrists
smarted from the cut of the hand cuffs, but at least she was
still alive.  Later she would understand that being alive is not
necessarily a mercy.
Long after daybreak they came for her.  She had covered herself
the best she could as there were buttons missing off her dress. 
She had found her bra down around her waist with both the straps
broken.  One of the hooks at the back had gone.  She managed to
hook it together using the remaining hooks and tied the straps
together with knots.  It was loose now but still covered her. Her
panties were missing and with the seam of her dress torn nearly
to the waist it would be difficult to prevent anybody who saw her
noticing that she had no panties on, or worse getting glimpses of
her pubic hair.
They took her up into the daylight and across a yard. There were
soldiers everywhere watching her, trying to see through the gaps
in her clothing, discussing her private parts, speculating about
her sexuality, joking, anticipating, and hoping to enjoy her
body.  She pulled the remnants of dress more tightly about her.

The Commandant's office
In the Commandants office there were eight men; his aide, two of
his immediate subordinates, the three soldiers who had escorted
her, the young guard from the previous night and the Commandant
himself.  Self important behind his desk, he looked her up and
down with distain.  The other men looked her up and down with a
frankly sexual interest.
The Commandant started to gabble at her in Spanish.  "No speak,
speak English" Angie desperately whined.  "OK, speak English" he
replied.  Angie let out a sigh of relief at least here was
somebody who could understand her.  "I want to speak to the
American Embassy" she blurted out.  To her surprise the
Commandant broke into guffaws of laughter, followed by all the
other men in the room.  "We have no American Embassy here my
dear" he replied in a soft voice.  "I am your embassy."
Then in a harsh voice he added "you work with the Path to Freedom
guerillas.  For this the penalty is death.  You understand!" 
Angie was shaken by the ferocity of his words and her body gave
an involuntarily shudder.  Surely not, she had done nothing
wrong.  "This man say you fuck him so he is not able to do his
duty.  If he lie he die.  If he tell truth you die my dear!!"
"That's not true, he raped me" Angie blurted out.  "We see about
that.  He say you want him kiss your breasts and you let him do
it many times."  "No I would never let him do that."  Angie
exclaimed."  "He say he can prove you let him kiss your breasts
as he leave mark there."  Angie was indignant "He did not!" "Ok
we see, show us your breasts my dear."   Angie was stunned. 
"What?"  "Undress?"  "No! not here in front of all these men"
Angie gasped shaking her head.  She looked at the other men in
the room for support and saw that they were all very interested
in the conversation.
"Yes my dear.  Take off your dress please."  Angie looked around
her in desperation surely somebody would stop this horrible thing
happening.  All she could see was the eyes of eight men on her
chest with their mouths salivating almost to the point of
dribbling.  One or two of them had their hand in their pockets
and she was revolted to see that they were touching themselves.
Angie swallowed, shaking her head again in disbelief.  Surely he
couldn't force her to undress in front of these men.  He should
have a female officer with him.  That was a silly idea; they
didn't have any women in this army.  She looked appealingly at
the Commandant and said in a faint voice "I can't do that here. 
Can I do it somewhere private?"   He looked at her blankly "You
do not understand yet do you.  You have committed a serious crime
in this country and you are subject to military law.  If you fail
to prove that you are innocent you will be shot.  If you do not
cooperate I shall assume that you are guilty and have you
executed tomorrow.  Do you understand now?"  Angie had gone
deathly pale, her jaw had dropped and she looked as though she
might faint.  "Do you understand?" he repeated.  Hesitantly, with
her head swimming, Angie nodded.  "Show us your breasts then so
we can prove if this man is a liar."
Angie swallowed and then frowned to herself and started to undo
the top of her dress.  She fumbled with the few remaining buttons
and opened it up so they could all see her bra clad breasts.  As
she did, she felt a slight thrill of sexual excitement, knowing
that every man in the room was raptly looking at her chest.  Then
she understood why they were gazing at her so intensely, she was
wearing a see through bra and every one of them was trying to get
a clear view of her nipples. 
Then she remembered that she had no panties on and quickly tied
the remnants of her dress around her waist.  "Now the bra my
dear" the Commandant murmured his eyes fixed on her breasts. 
Angie let out a short almost silent moan, swallowed again and
closed her eyes in an ineffectual effort to stop the tears
running down her cheeks.  She reached behind he back and undid
the clip of her bra.  Immediately her breasts sagged slightly as
they lost their support.  She looked around the group of watchers
pleading with them to save her or at least look away, but they
were all far too interested in the American's anatomy.  She could
see bulges in some of the men's trousers.
Already they could see her breasts and nipples as the bra was
only partly covering her, so she took a deep breath and took her
bra straps off first one shoulder then the next.  Then she
dropped her hands by her sides still clutching the bra and
exposing her breasts.  Now they could have a good clear look at
her if they wanted to.
They did want to.  There was a long silence while all the men in
the room examined her breasts.  Despite herself Angie felt
herself being aroused by all this attention and she knew her
nipples would be hard and erect.
The Commandant broke the silence.  "Bring the camera" he said in
English.  "What?" Angie exclaimed.  "No camera!" but already they
had not one but several cameras focusing on her.  She realized
that they must have known that this would happen, why else would
they all bring cameras.  She crossed her arms across her chest,
"No! No!" she protested.  "We have to have the evidence."  The
Commandant murmured.  "What evidence?"  "All over your tits my
dear." He replied.  She looked down between her arms and saw the
tell-tale red love bites that the guard had inflicted on her. "Oh
no!   Please don't." she pleaded with him, but he just replied in
a soft but firm voice "Put your arms down dear."
Angie gave in.  She put her hands down and let them photograph
her breasts.  She wasn't sure what the love bites proved, maybe
they would think that it showed that she let the guard make them,
but she didn't really, he just did it without her permission. 
Then she thought, I could have screamed to stop him, but I
didn't, so did that mean that I wanted him to suck on my breasts?
 They will think that either I didn't scream because I liked it
or because I didn't want to arouse the garrison, as I really was
helping the rebels.
When they had finished enjoying her breasts and taking what
seemed to be an excessive number of photos of them.  Angie asked
the Commandant in an exasperated voice "can I get dressed now
please."
"Oh no my dear." he replied.  We have to see if there is evidence
of recent intercourse.
Angie felt the blood draw from her face and stood ridged.  Surely
they wouldn't make her show that.  "Please I want to speak to an
American please." She whined.
"Please take off your dress dear." The Commandant replied.
"No I won't."
"Take it off dear or you go to the firing squad tomorrow
morning." He snapped at her.
With trembling hands, Angie undid the knot she had made with her
dress at the waist and let the torn and crumpled garment fall to
the ground.  She stood before them all completely naked.  She
looked straight ahead ignoring there eyes but she could see where
they were all looking straight at her pubic area.  She also knew
that many of the men were actively stroking their hard penises as
they enjoyed viewing her body.  She was ashamed to feel her body
responding to their sexual interest in her.  She couldn't help
thinking that there were several penises in the room hard and
ready to penetrate her. 
"Photos please." The Commandant directed.  With considerable
enthusiasm several cameras were used to record Angie's nakedness.
 
"Open your legs." The Commandant growled at her harshly.
:"No I wont" she blurted out.  She would never do that.  Never
show them her most intimate parts.  Only her ex husband had ever
seen her there and she would not let him look closely at her.
"You are the cheap whore of that rebel leader Juan Carlos;
already 3 of my men are dead because of you.  If you think your
cunt is private you are wrong, before you die it will be used by
all of my men.  Now open your legs American bitch or I have my
men fill your diseased cunt with the barrel of a gun!"
Angie recoiled as if he had hit her.  Nobody had ever spoken to
her like that.  She was American and he just some cheap
overdressed Latin.  How could he?  Was it true that 3 men had
been killed?  What had happened to Juan?  Why doesn't somebody
rescue her?  They were going to hurt her.  Rape her.  What could
she do?
She gritted her teeth and grimaced.  If she didn't do what he
said she was sure they would use a gun on her and violate her. 
The thought of hard gun metal being pushed into her was horrific.
 She remembered the advice that if you are being raped don't
resist it just makes it worse.
Slowly she opened her legs.
The camera's clicked as they recorded her most private parts. 
The Commandant said something in Spanish and one of the
photographers came in to take a close up of her vagina.
"I can't see clearly my dear" the Commandant drooled in his most
soothing voice.  He gabbled again in Spanish and an aide brought
a desk lamp and put it in front of Angie.  He angled the light
towards her vagina about 3 feet away and switched it on.
There were hoarse comments from the watching men, who seemed to
have difficulty in speaking clearly, followed by crude laughter.
She had no idea what they were saying about her, and didn't want
to know.
Angie closed her eyes.  Now she knew they were just trying to
humiliate her.
The secret areas of her body were spotlighted and providing
amusement for 8 men.
"We cannot see if you are raped or just fuck my man, my dear. 
You must open your fuck hole for us to see if there is any sign
of forced entry. Open now!!"
Suddenly Angie was angry.  She sucked her mouth and spat at him.
It was pretty feeble and just hit the desk in front of her.  What
was worse was the remaining spittle dripped from her mouth onto
her breasts.
The men thought this was hilarious, and broke into loud cackles
of laughter.
"Please my dear." He lisped.
She couldn't stand this anymore.  If they wanted to humiliate her
they could.  It was they who were wrong and cruel.  She was not a
slut.
Hesitantly, she put her hands to her labia.  She grimaced as she
pulled the lips apart to display the pink flesh of her vulva. 
She had never even looked closely at this herself, let alone her
ex-husband and now she was displaying it to all these men who she
knew wanted to use that part of her for there own sexual
gratification.
Of course they all loved this and the cameras clicked over and
over again as she exposed herself to them.
The Commandant looked closely into her vagina then said abruptly
"I can see no evidence of rape.  He looked at the young guard and
spoke to him in Spanish.  He immediately saluted and left the
room.  He turned to Angie and spoke in English.  I told him that
I am satisfied that he did not rape you and that you deliberately
seduced him to allow the rebels to gain entry to the arms dump."
"I have total authority in this Province and I sentence you to
death by firing squad, the punishment will be carried out
tomorrow at dawn."
Angie gasped, this couldn't be true.  She was an American
citizen.
"However," he continued slyly, "you have a good body and if you
like you can entertain my men instead."  He broke into a broad
smile.  "You understand?"
Angie felt totally bewildered, she was being given the choice of
dying tomorrow, being shot to death or being raped by over a
whole garrison of soldiers, this couldn't be true.  She stated to
shiver uncontrollably.  "Do you understand?" he growled. 
Reluctantly, Angie nodded.  This was like a dream.  More like a
nightmare.
Slowly he added "Do you want to give pleasure to my men? Or let
them shoot you tomorrow morning?"
"I'll do anything you want." She blurted out.
"Good!!"
He spoke to the men in Spanish and they all saluted and left the
room, except for the aide who appeared to be the chief
photographer.

Blow job
After they had gone, he gestured to Angie.  Walk around the room
my dear; I want to see your tits bounce."  He giggled excitedly
in anticipation.  Angie did as she was told and walked around
while the photographer clicked his flash.
"Run dear.  Jog as you Americans like to do!  Let me see your
tits jiggle."  Tears ran down her face as Angie did as she was
told, feeling her unsupported breasts flapping up and down.
He stood up and for the first time came out from behind his desk.
 He was not the imposing figure he had seemed but short fat and
middle aged.
"Stop!" he commanded.
"Now kneel before me!"
Too confused to do anything else, Angie knelt.
"Now unzip me and suck my cock!"
"If you hurt me I shall have him shoot you in the head."  He took
his hand gun from its holster and put it on the desk to reinforce
his point.
"If you do it well I shall be kind with you."
"Oh no" Angie groaned, "I can't do that."
"Oh yes you can my dear.  I not use your other holes as they are
probably full of disease but I expect my men will not be so
careful.  I think your mouth will be clean though."
The Commandant's crutch was only inches from her face and Angie
looked at it with dismay.  Tears poured down her face and
dripping off her chin on to her naked breasts.  She gave a great
sob and reached out with trembling hands to undo his zip.  She
could see the bulge of his penis through his white underclothing,
which was stained with yellow spots.  
With her face grimacing she put her right hand inside the
undergarment and touched his cock.  She had to use both hands to
get it out and there it was right in front of her face.  It
wasn't even hard.  It looked small and shriveled and smelt foul
like rotting cheese.
Hesitantly, she lifted it up.  "Kiss it." A voice commanded from
above.  As she reached forward to kiss it Angie became aware that
her every action was being photographed.  How many men would get
to see the abomination she was being forced to perform, she
thought.  She pressed her lips to it in a half hearted kiss. 
"Now lick it." The voice said.
Still holding it in both hands she put out her tongue and licked
the shaft of his penis. The smell was making her want to retch
and it tasted salty.  Angie continued to lick it until the voice
commanded that she should suck his testicles. 
Angie felt so ashamed as she put her head on one side and bent
further down to take one of his hairy smelly sweaty testicles in
her mouth,  It was totally repugnant to her, she had never done
such a foul thing for her husband and to be forced to do it with
this man was vile.  She considered biting it off but knew that
the moment she did the hand gun on the table would blow her
brains out.
He made her suck both of his testicles before he commanded her to
put his cock in her mouth.
Closing her eyes she put the horrible thing in her mouth and
started to suck on it.  If only he would get hard and cum, she
just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.  She
started using both hands as well as her mouth moving her head
back and forwards in an effort to stimulate this man's disgusting
old cock.
At last it started to get hard and soon filled her mouth.  Then
the Commandant made her pull it out and rub it over her breasts.
He forced her to wipe the small amount of pre-cum from the tip of
his penis on to both her nipples and laughed loudly at the look
on her face.  The photographer laughed as well as he recorded her
actions.
Then he shoved his cock brutally back in her mouth and began to
fuck her mouth as though it were a whore's cunt.  He held the
back of her head with both hands so she could not retreat from
his cock as he thrust it into the delicate tissues of her palate.
 It hurt the back of her throat and she couldn't breathe when he
pressed himself against her.  She could feel his balls flopping
backwards and forwards against her chin.
Then at last she could feel him reaching a climax, and hot cum
started to spray into the back of her mouth.  She desperately
tried to get the thing out but he held her firmly saying "Eat my
cum, American bitch whore, it will be good for you."
So she took it all and swallowed it all, something she had never
done before, as she found the idea of eating cum revolting.  She
wanted to be sick but couldn't even do that with the thing in her
mouth. 
Then he withdrew and grunted at her "Open eyes bitch."  Angie
opened her eyes to see the penis which had used her shining wet
with her saliva and with cum still dripping in long strands from
its tip.  "Lick up my cum like the cheap hooker you are."
By now Angie felt completely ashamed and screwed up her face in
self disgust as put out her tongue and licked the cum from his
penis.  She could hear the photographer chuckling to himself as
he got the shots that he wanted of the total humiliation of the
American girl.  Oh how the men would enjoy seeing these photos
and the video.  Later they would all get a chance at her and he
was sure that he his own cock would enter that delightful body in
many ways over the next week or so.  Of course there would be
many others but he would get his turn.
Then the Commandant made her put his penis back into his
underclothing and zip him up before he went back to his desk and
spoke into his phone.  Angie was left kneeling in front of his
desk naked with her hair hanging over her face many strands
matted to it by her tears and his sweat.  "Get dressed slut."  He
instructed her.  Wearily she got up and retrieved the scattered
remnants of her clothes from the floor.  She put on her bra, very
aware that the photographer was still recording everything she
did.  Then she put on what was left of her dress.
There was a knock on the door and a soldier came in carrying
Angie's suitcase.  "Dear lady, we have your clothes and makeup
from your house, I want you to look pretty for my men tomorrow so
that they will enjoy you more. Be aware that if you look pretty
they take their time with you; if you are ugly they treat you
like a sow in a pig pen.  So better you make yourself look good.
Understand?" 
Angie nodded.  She had to make herself into a prostitute for his
men.  What did that mean?  This was a big place and there could
be many men wanting to use her.  "How many men do you have?"  She
asked almost in a tremulous whisper.  His reply was harsh and
coarse.  "Not too many for a hooker like you.  Two hundred and
thirty one men of all ages, but mostly young." 
They have little experience of women you understand except for a
few whores in the town.  An American woman is greatly desired and
I think that you will give them great pleasure for many weeks. 
When they have finished with you, there will be nothing left for
a man to enjoy except for the worst scum.  So then I give you to
the cheapest bordello in town. They will not charge for you but
just give you free to the poor men who cannot afford a hooker.  I
think you will last two maybe three years."  He laughed at the
thought of what this bitch will be like in three years.
He leaned towards Angie and said in a quiet voice.  "There is any
alternative my dear.  We need to find your lover Juan Carlos.  We
killed four of his men but unfortunately he escaped.  If you can
lead us to him, as a reward I will keep my men from you and maybe
even put you on a bus to go home.  You can think of that tonight
for tomorrow you start your new job entertaining my men."
He snapped something in Spanish.  The soldier took her firmly by
the arm and with her case in the other hand escorted her from the
room.  As they left the Commandant gave further instructions to
the soldier and she could hear him laughing as the door closed.

Dressing to order
They left the room and made their way outside into the brilliant
sunshine.  He took Angie across the main exercise yard in the
centre of the garrison, where there were many soldiers carrying
out different tasks and 20 or so men being drilled.  As soon as
they saw Angie all the men in the area stopped to stare at her. 
She tried to cover herself to stop them raping her with their
eyes.
Instead of taking Angie directly to her cell he took her to a
reviewing platform at one side of the yard.  She was confused as
he took her up the steps to stand on the platform.  From this
location she could be seen from everywhere in the yard.  As she
looked around she could also see many faces watching her from
windows, and there was the Commandant standing on the balcony
outside his office looking down on her. Her heart sank as she saw
the photographer busy capturing the moment.  She knew this would
be more sexual humiliation.
Her guard opened her case and started sorting through her
clothes.  Then he straightened up and said in halting English. 
"Please change clothes now."  Not here in front of all these men
she thought.  They don't expect me to dress in public like this.
"Now!" he commanded peremptorily.  Angie looked at him shaking
her head with tears in her eyes "No please don't do this to me."
His only reply was to reach out and rip her dress from her
shoulders.  With two hands he tore the dress apart and threw it
on to the ground.  Angie was too frightened to move and just
stared at him with open eyes.  Then he reached out and ripped her
black bra from her breasts leaving her naked.  He kicked her
clothes off the platform to be eagerly retrieved by some of the
watching soldiers hungry or souvenirs of the American girl. 
By now there were about 40 men gathered around to enjoy Angie's
nakedness.  She tried to cover herself with one arm across her
breasts and her hand covering her crutch.  "Please give me my
clothes."  She whined to the soldier.  He responded by reaching
into the case and holding up 3 of her bras to the audience.  He
displayed them one by one to the men, who wolf whistled, cheered
and shouted at him in Spanish.  The greatest cheer was for a very
skimpy white completely transparent lace bra that Angie had
bought hoping that she would wear it for Juan some day.  He held
it out to her and gestured that she should put it on.   She had
never worn it and couldn't believe that she would be putting it
on for the first time in front of an audience of sex starved
men.
She dropped her hands to her sides.  These men were all going to
see her nude anyway and most of them would have sex with her,
what difference did it make if they saw her now.  Despite
herself, she felt her body respond to being viewed by a crowd of
horny males. The men were silent now as they feasted their eyes
on the American girl's big tits.  Her nipples were very puckered
and pointed so that they could all see that she was sexually
aroused and knew that she would be a good fuck.  They strained
their eyes to see through her black pubic hairs to the place
where they would put their cocks tomorrow.
Angie put her hands through the straps of the bra and put it over
her breasts, then she reached behind her and did up the hooks.
Her breasts were not comfortably in the bra cups so she reached
down to pull the cups out a bit and pulled her breasts into
place.  The men loved watching this intimate action of a woman
dressing. Most of them had never seen a woman put on a bra before
and certainly not a woman with such breasts and big nipples.
She had to go through the same performance with her panties.  The
men chose the panties that matched the bra and were very brief
and totally transparent.  Angie was already aware that the bra
she had on was worse than no bra as it concealed nothing and just
made her look more of a slut.  The panties would be worse.
She took the flimsy clothing and stepped into them trying not to
open her legs to her audience, unsuccessfully judging from the
sighs and ribald comments.
The soldier showed the audience several items of clothing for
Angie to wear on top and then to her dismay held up a transparent
nightie, that she had bought from the same shop that the
underclothing had come from, planning to wear it on her first
night with Juan.  Instead it would be defiled by being used to
provide sexual entertainment for these men.
She put it on.  She knew she looked like a Playboy model or a
cheap prostitute in this outfit.  Angie swallowed and let out a
trembling sigh as she thought of the way in which her skimpy
clothing was displaying her sex in broad daylight to over 40 men
who would assume that she was inviting them to be intimate with
her.  She was being made to look like a hooker but she had no
choice, and in any case from what the Commandant had told her she
would get used to being a white slave.  The thought was strangely
thrilling to her.
They made her put on high heels and then the guard led her down
the steps and took her across the yard.  As she went past them
many of the men reached out and touched her breasts or felt her
bottom.  Again there were many cameras making sure that this
moment lived on in the filthy minds of the onlookers and their
friends.  Fortunately for Angie, at that time she had no idea
just how many men would enjoy her sex, had she known, she might
have been less composed.
From his balcony, the Commandant watched the pretty American
woman being escorted across the yard.  He liked the clothing the
men had chosen for her, she looks like the whore she is, he
thought.  A pretty whore though, good sized tits with nipples
that every man would like to suck on and her cunt had looked
tight and inviting.  She would be a good fuck, what a pity to
waste her on those animals in the ranks.
He spoke to his aide, who was having similar thoughts.  "She is
pretty, but the men will tear her to pieces.  Remember the last
woman we gave them? The whore from town who stabbed one of the
men? For 3 days they filled every hole she had with cocks without
stopping.  Even when she passed out or fell asleep they kept
using her.  She was so raw and bloody that I thought she would
die from loss of blood.  She died anyway, when they stuck that
carbine up her and cut off her tits."
"What happened to her tits?"  "They are in the Trophy Room."  The
aide replied.  "Oh! Shriveled I suppose?"  "Oh no sir, I had them
stuffed and mounted as you directed.  They are as good as they
were when they filled her bra."  "Oh good.  I must come down and
see them.  I suppose the men see them?"  "Yes sir, those with
special merit get to spend 1 hour in the Trophy Room each day. 
There is much competition for this reward."
"Hmm, the American girl has good tits and exceptional nipples' we
could use her as a coat stand." The Commandant giggled at his
feeble joke.  "Can the man in the town stuff them so that the
nipples will support the weight of a coat?"  "I am not sure sir,
I will find out."  "She has a lovely cunt.  Have we stuffed a
cunt before?"  "Not to preserve it sir."  "Of course" the
Commandant sniggered "we only stuff it with cocks.  We have the
photos of her cunt?"  "Yes sir."  "Select 100 of the best photos
of her and have them enlarged for the album in my office.  Also
put them up in the Trophy Room.  I suppose we still have posters
of the old whore in the Theatre Room?"  Yes sir."  "Take them
down and replace them with posters of Angie the American girl. 
She will like to see them when she goes there to entertain the
men, and make sure she visits the Trophy Room before she
pleasures the men."  "Yes sir."
The Commandant ruminated in silence for a few minutes before
remarking to his aide "It will be a waste for this American girl
to die being fucked by the men.  I will let the men have her but
only for a few hours each day so that she lasts longer.
First maybe we use her to set a trap for that Juan criminal." 
"Take her as she is dressed, or maybe I should say undressed.' 
He chuckled to himself at the memory of Angie's clothing.  Tie
her up in the town square.  Make sure she cannot cover herself or
stop any man touching her and looking at her.  We will see if the
men in the town can resist playing with the American when she is
available to them.  There will be great loss of face for Juan to
have his mistress touched and enjoyed by the common men in town
and he have to rescue her.  Tie her up with chains to something
that cannot be moved so that he will have great difficulty
rescuing her. Post men around the square to capture him if he
tries."
"Keep her there for one week.  Each morning see that she makes
herself up to look pretty and wear sexy clothes for the townsmen.
 Put her out from 9am to 9pm.  Feed her well and give her drinks
so she is in good condition.  Keep her out of the sun. 
Understood?"  The aide saluted and left the room.

Female company
When they locked her back in her cell, Angie threw herself on the
small stretcher bed and sobbed her heart out.  She could not
imagine that any woman could be treated the way she had been and
she felt completely dirty and humiliated.  All those men had been
looking at the most private parts of her body and obviously
enjoying her. They had taken so many photos of her, what would
happen to them?  She was sure that many, many men would get to
view her intimately and make coarse jokes about her.  They would
even see her sucking that man's disgusting penis.  Oh God she
felt like a slut and prostitute.  How could this have happened to
her?
Then she remembered that he said he would give her to the men. 
What did that really mean?  Surely they wouldn't all have sex
with her.  Over 200 men he said.  What would men like that do to
a woman like her?  She really had no idea.  Obviously they would
have intercourse with her.  She thought of the horrible guard's
big hard penis thrusting into the dry tissues of her vagina and
immediately felt she must vomit.  Not 200 like that surely, she
wouldn't survive 10 let alone 200, her insides would be ripped
out by cocks.  These men were brutes they wouldn't care how much
they hurt her.
She was startled by the sound of the cell door opening and looked
up with her teary eyes wide in fear.  What now?  To her surprise
an attractive middle aged woman came into the cell.  The woman
was obviously concerned at Angie's condition and with much
clucking and unintelligible Spanish took her to a well furnished
bedroom somewhere in the garrison.  Later Angie was to find out
that this woman had been the Commandant's mistress for many years
and beneath that warm and caring faade she was cool and
calculating but never cruel.  She had lived in California for
some years and spoke excellent English.
In the bedroom, she helped Angie undress and bathe.  Then she
made Angie lie on the bed while she powdered her and put some
cream on her sore areas.  While emotionally Angie was sexually
battered, physically she was fine.  Apart from a fading bruise on
her cheek, there was little to show of her ordeal.
The woman' whose name was Ella, had a huge array of cosmetics on
her dressing table and Angie was soon treating her like an old
friend as she experimented with makeup and Ella brushed her
hair.
After 2 hours, Angie felt relaxed and attractive again.  It was
surprising how a bath, makeup and the company of another woman
could wipe out the cruel degradation of men.
Then Ella indicated that Angie should get dressed again.  Angie
looked for fresh clothing but there was none.  Just the flimsy
see thru underwear and nightwear she had come in.  Although these
were still clean she couldn't bear the thought of having to wear
them again.  What had been intended to be sexy and attractive to
Juan now represented the vilest of male attention.
As Ella was very insistent that she had to wear the clothes she
came in, Angie reluctantly put on the see thru bra and panties. 
After putting on the nightie she looked in the mirror and was
shocked to see her reflection.  With the makeup she knew she
looked very pretty and almost pure, but her skimpy clothing just
served to partially conceal her body.  She could see her nipples
showing clearly through the material and the dark V of her black
pubic hairs.  She looked like some model out of a men's magazine.
 She just hoped that there were not many soldiers around as they
escorted her back to her cell.

Journey by jeep
Two soldiers accompanied her through the labyrinth of dark
corridors and they both managed to touch her breasts as they
assisted her through many doorways.  At one dark place one of the
soldiers attempted to kiss her and put his hand between her legs,
but the other man dragged him off growling at him in Spanish.
Suddenly they were out in the brilliant sunshine descending steps
into the exercise yard.  As her eyes became accustomed to the
bright light, Angie saw what she feared, there were many soldiers
lounging about obviously waiting for her appearance.  Now every
male eye was on her, devouring her body, touching themselves, she
could see budges in the pants of many of them as they raped her
with their eyes.  She caught her breath and closed her eyes in
pain as she thought of all those hard penises that she would have
to submit to later.
Many of the men had video cameras focused on her, some even
pointing the lenses deliberately at her chest or crotch.  She
became horribly aware that the flimsy material of the bra she was
wearing wasn't designed to support her and that with every step
her breasts were jiggling around.  This seemed to fascinate the
men and the movement was being captured on several cameras.  She
desperately tried to think of how she could control her breasts
and thought of holding them in her hands but decided that this
would just excite the men more, so she tried to support them by
folding her arms as she walked.  This just made her breasts jut
out more and she knew that despite herself, her nipples had
hardened with the attention they were receiving, which probably
made her thrusting breasts look even more obscene.  Every camera
seemed to be pointed at her breasts now and Angie bit her lip as
she became aware that her arms were stretching the material of
the nightie across her nipples and making it more transparent. 
Hesitantly, she dropped her arms again only to feel her breasts
flopping around.
She had been so preoccupied that she was suddenly confused when
she realized that they were not going back to her cell, instead
she was being pushed into the back seat of an army jeep, with her
escort on either side.  Once they were through the gates of the
garrison and were driving through the streets of the town, her
escort took advantage of the brief time they had to play with the
American girl.  Angie felt two rough hands on each of her legs
moving up the inside of her thighs.  Instinctively she grabbed at
the hands to stop them getting to her.  They responded by holding
her wrists to her side in vice-like grips, while they used their
other hands to explore her.  One of them was trying to kiss her
and she could smell his garlic breath, until the other man warned
him off.  They had been instructed not to touch her and a kiss
would smear her lipstick.
The driver adjusted his mirror to view Angie's chest and spoke
harshly to the men in the back.  They laughed and shrugged their
shoulders.  The man in the front passenger seat turned around to
leer at Angie.  His front teeth were blackened and broken; all
Angie could think of was that he could do with a good dentist. 
She felt fingers tugging at the lace bows that held the neck of
the nightie together, and looked down to see them opening her
front. 
Angie struggled an moaned "please don't do that." but she was
held tight and had to put up with having the top of her
nightdress pulled open to reveal her breasts hardly covered by
the transparent lacy bra.  She felt a rough hand feeling inside
the cup of the right breast and pulling it out to show the men in
front.  Then her left breast was also exposed to them.  The man
in the passenger seat was actually dribbling with saliva running
out of the side of his mouth as he gazed at Angie's white
breasts.  He reached out to tweak her right nipple.  Then the
driver snapped something and re-adjusted his mirror.  Her escorts
hurriedly pulled her bra cups back over her breasts and tied the
bodice together again.
Angie looked out of the window and saw that they were in the
crowded main square of the town.  To her horror, the jeep stopped
and the soldiers opened the door gesturing for her to get out. 
They were going to make her walk through the square dressed like
this, in front of all these people! 
They forced her out of the vehicle and made her walk through the
crowds into the centre of the square.  This was even worse than
being made to walk though the garrison as this was totally
public.  Anybody could see her and in some way she felt more
ashamed knowing that women were watching her as well as the
inevitable eyes of the men.  The women would pity her and think
she is a slut; the men would just want to have sex with her.  She
was going to be publicly humiliated as well as in private.
In the centre of the square there was a wooden structure designed
to provide a resting place and shade for the townspeople. It was
also used as a general gathering place as it had a drinking water
fountain and hexagonal columns on which posters could be
displayed.  She knew that Juan had frequently posted
revolutionary posters there in the middle of the night, although
the soldiers invariably tore them down or covered them up in the
morning.
In the very centre of the structure there was an open area with a
low podium around a central supporting wooden post.  This was
used by the mayor, traveling entertainers and sales men as an
area to display their wares.  Although it was shaded it was
relatively well lit as sheets of translucent plastic had been
used in the roofing instead of the corrugated iron used elsewhere
in the structure.
The soldiers forced poor Angie onto this platform.  She already
was weeping again with her head hung with the shame of being
publicly displayed walking through the main square in her
underwear  They handcuffed her wrists behind her back and around
the main post which was big enough to force her shoulders back
and her breasts forward.  Then they did the same thing to her
ankles so that he legs were forced apart and her feet back either
side of the post.  This had the effect of forcing her to push her
pelvis forward in a lewd fashion as though she was trying to show
off her pubic area.
Then to stop her sliding down the pole into a crouching position,
they fastened another chain from the handcuffs on her wrists up
over her head to one of the rafters.  Chained in this way, Angie
found that she could not move and was force to crudely exhibit
herself through her scanty clothing.

Public display
By the time the soldiers had finished securing Angie and left
her, there was a crowd of about 30 people standing around her
staring at her.  These were mostly men and boys.  Many of the
boys looked as though they had never seen a semi naked woman
before and their eyes were goggling at her.  There were a few
women eyeing her up and down probably comparing her body with
their own.  One of these spat at her and shouted something in
Spanish.
Just as Angie was beginning to think that she would have to spend
the rest of the day being stared at and insulted, a strange thing
happened.  Two old ladies arrived and started shouting at the
crowd, and then a middle aged man came through the crowd and
climbed up on to Angie's platform.  He spoke to the crowd and
they hung their heads in shame and started to disperse.  In 10
minutes they were all gone and Angie was left by herself for the
rest of the day.
On the way back the guards in the jeep took advantage of her
again and this time they managed to get their fingers into her
vagina and she had to endure having rough dirty fingers explore
inside her.
That evening the Commandant came to her cell and asked if she was
ready to lead him to Juan's hideout. Angie refused and he
explained to her that he was using her as bait to get Juan to
come into the city to rescue her.  The idea of being rescued
filled Angie with joy, but she quickly realized that with those
chains on it would be difficult to free her.  He said he would
try this for a week and if it failed he would give her to the men
to play with.  Then she would decide to co-operate.
Four days passed in the same way as the first.  The guards would
molest her in the jeep but always be careful for their attentions
not to show.  Angie almost got used to being fondled and touched
by the dirty hands of these men.  The guards seemed to be
different every day, she thought.  She didn't know that there was
great competition to be her escort and the sergeant was doing
well from the bribes he was receiving.  Each day the men in her
escort would go back to the barracks to boast of what they had
done with Angie, and to describe her intimate parts in great
detail.  Every man in the garrison was counting the hours to
Saturday when they had been promised that Angie would entertain
them all in the Theatre Room. 
Each morning she was bathed and made up by Ella and forced to
wear sexually provocative clothing.  One day she had to wear just
a white dress with no underclothing and after they had chained
her up the guards casually unzipped the front of her dress so
that it gaped open revealing glimpses of her breasts.  Another
day she was force to go into the square wearing nothing but a
black see through bra and panties.
Of course all the soldiers had a good look at her but the people
of the town stayed away leaving her to a private misery.
By the end of the fourth day the Commandant had decided that the
bait in the trap was not alluring enough as the townsfolk were
deliberately ignoring her.  That evening in her cell he told
Angie that since none of the men in the town had the courage to
play with her he would allow his men time off duty to see that
she had plenty of attention in the square.  He would have his
photographer record everything and display photos of her
degradation on the display columns in the square.  This would
happen for three days then if Juan did not come he would give her
to his men.  The first day the soldiers would concentrate on her
breasts, the second on her ass and the third on her cunt. 
Angie received this information with disbelief.  How could he
list parts of her body like that and say that the men would
concentrate on them.  What did that mean?  She was soon to find
out.

Breast day
The next day, Ella made her wear fairly respectable clothes, a
matching pair of pretty gingham cotton bra and panties, with
tight jeans and a white blouse.
She was chained up as usual but about 20 minutes after the
soldiers had left a group of about six off duty soldiers arrived
wearing civilian clothing.  Angie's heart sank when she saw the
Commandant's photographer was with them and that all the men
carried cameras.  She knew that this would be the beginning of
the "concentration" on her breasts.
They started off photographing her with themselves in various
poses and then occasionally touching her breast.  Then one of
them started to undo the buttons of her blouse while the others
recorded his actions with their digital cameras.  He kissed
Angie's neck and the curve of her breast making loud mmmmm noises
to the amusement of his friends.  Soon her blouse was completely
undone and they could see her pretty bra.  As she was handcuffed
he could not remove the blouse completely but pulled it back over
her shoulders so that it did not obscure the view of her bra clad
breasts.
Then he carefully pushed the straps of her bra through their
adjustment rings until they were undone.  Angie's breasts sagged
slightly at the loss of support resulting in comments from the
onlookers.  She could smell his foul breath as he put his arms
around her and reached behind her back to undo her bra.  Angie
just gave a low moan as she felt her breasts sag further as they
lost all support.  She could feel the cotton of her bra slipping
off her breasts and the air touching her skin as she was
uncovered.   All night she had been waiting, worrying about this
moment when for the first time in her life her breasts would be
completely exposed in public while she was chained up and unable
to do anything to protect them.  She had been resigned to having
male eyes on her but now that it had happened she still felt a
sense of shock and pain.
As a teenager, Angie had developed late.  She had always been a
tomboy and very flat-chested, not unusual for an Asian.  Then at
17 her breasts had begun to swell and grew until she had to wear
a 34 inch bra with a C cup.  Suddenly men showed and interest in
Angie and she caught them looking at her chest. 
Although she was painfully shy about her breasts, secretly she
was proud of them.  Angie was modest and went to great lengths to
protect and conceal her breasts from boyfriends.  Her ex-husband
had been the first and until recently the only man she had
allowed to see and touch her breasts.  All this modesty seemed
wasted now, as she was on show to any man who wanted to look.
Angie had always had large nipples, but as she matured they
seemed to point out more than other women.  She had been
frequently embarrassed by them as they would harden on their own
at the most unexpected and inconvenient times.  In the office
where she worked as a secretary sometimes men would make an
indirect comment about Angie's breasts or nipples.  If she said
something they would say "you have a good point there Angie" or
"You always have good points Angie" she knew what they really
meant and so did everybody else in the office, and every time
Angie's nipples would immediately harden, much to all the guys
delight.
Frequently men would mistake the behaviour of her nipples for
sexual arousal and assume that she wanted sex.  They soon learned
that this was not what she meant, although privately Angie knew
that it was sexual excitement that made her nipples harden. 
Right now she was tied up in the open in a public square with her
naked breasts exposed to 6 horny soldiers.  Angie looked down and
sure enough her nipples were standing out like pegs.
The men loved this.  They played with her nipples, pulling on
them and sucking them.  Each had to be photographed sucking on
Angie's nipples and holding her breasts.  Soon more off duty
soldiers arrived to join in the fun with Angie's tits.  They
loved to lift them up and then let go so that they could watch
them jiggle up and down, or to cup them in their hands so they
could discuss their size and weight.
They noticed that Angie's breasts were not completely even.  Her
left breast was larger and hung slightly lower than her right
(see photo on page 9 of illustrated version).  Consequently they
spent much time holding both her breasts and comparing them,
lifting the left one to make it match the right, or seeing if
they could hold each breast completely in their hands. 
Fortunately, Angie could not understand the comments they made,
although she knew from their harsh laughter that they were not
being nice to her.
One of them tried to draw a face on Angie's breast with a pencil,
but it would not leave a clear mark, so he went into one of the
side streets and came back with some makeup which he had taken
from some woman's handbag.  He drew a face in lipstick on her
left breast.
One of the other men didn't like this and took a blue eyeliner
pencil to add more detail and put some lipstick on Angie's nipple
to make the nose red.
When he stood back to admire his work he decided he didn't like
it .  So he wiped the makeup off Angie's tit with some tissues
and makeup removal cream.  Then he started again using black
mascara to draw the eyes and whiskers of a mouse on Angie's left
breast, so that her nipple looked like the nose of the mouse.
They all had digital cameras and took photos of the faces drawn
on her tit, but they liked the mouse one best and were greatly
amused by Angie's expression when they showed her the photos of
the mouse face.  Angie had to admit that her breast did look very
much like a mouse in the photo.
This photo of Angie's left breast became very popular around the
town and later a journalist drew a better version which was to be
seen all over the world and made into picture postcards.  Once
this would have been the most horrifying thing that could happen
to Angie, to have her breast publicly viewed across the world on
postcard racks, but by the time it happened, it would be a very
minor sexual exploitation for her.
Angie soon lost count of the number of men who had touched her
breasts or posed for photos with them.  By the end of the day she
thought that maybe 70 men had played with her.  She felt sore
from continual handling, especially her nipples which had been
sucked on all day long.
On the way back in the jeep she didn't care what her escort did
with her and let them feel her sore breasts and finger her
vagina.
Somehow the continual use of her breasts seemed to make her
stronger and she was even less likely to agree to the
Commandant's nightly demands for her to take him to Juan's
hideout.

Ass day
That night Angie worried about what would happen to her bottom
the next day.  She could not imagine what interest men could have
in that part of her body.  The knowledge that it would be exposed
all day was not at all sexually exciting to her but made her feel
crude and ashamed.  Perhaps that was the purpose of making her go
through this day.
Ella dressed her and made her up as usual but spent more time on
her backside, powdering the cheeks and ensuring that her anus was
completely clean.  She made Angie wear a black bra and brief
black panties, with a full skirted dress that zipped down the
back.
The zip caused a problem for her escort as they did not have time
to fully unzip it and pull the top of her dress down to get at
her breasts.  She was thankful for this as her breasts were still
sore from the previous day's mauling.  Instead they worked on her
cunt, which she accepted with resignation.  They seemed to think
that pushing their dirty fingers in and out of her would arouse
her.  It actually had the opposite effect and for some strange
reason made her feel sleepy.
When they got to the centre of the square they took Angie to one
of the benches firmly cemented in around the podium.  They
positioned her at one end of the bench and made her kneel down
with her chest pressing against the seat and her knees on the
ground.  They were unusually considerate as they put cushions
under her knees and for her head to rest on as she lay face down
on the bench.
Then they cuffed her wrists together under the bench and then
they put a chain around both legs behind the knees and padlocked
them together under the bench.  In this way she was kneeling down
with her ass in the air.  To make her ass more prominent they put
several cushions under her pelvis which forced her to arch the
base of her back and ass up into the air.
In this position Angie was actually quite comfortable, although
from an onlooker's point of view that main thing you would see
was her ass.  When the guard's left, the off duty soldiers
started to gather around her.  
All day long, Angie could feel them doing things to her ass, but
was unable to see exactly what they were doing to, except when
they showed her photos.  Also she had no clear idea how many men
were behind her as she could only see those who were standing to
one side.
She felt them lift her dress up over her ass until it covered her
head and she could see nothing at all.  Next she felt her panties
being cut off with a knife and the cool air on the skin of her
naked butt.  She could feel them writing on the flesh of her
buttocks.  There were howls of laughter at what they had written.
 They showed her photos of it. They had drawn large arrows to her
anus and to her vagina with text written in Spanish next to the
arrows.  She could only imaging what it might say.  Until then
she hadn't realized that her vagina was also on show. 
Irrationally she thought "That's not supposed to happen until
tomorrow."
After that every man signed his name on her cheeks and had to be
photographed with her.  This usually meant putting his fingers
into her anus or vagina or both.  She could feel them hold the
cheeks of her ass open to expose her anal ring to view. 
Sometimes they kissed or licked either or both of her holes in a
pose for photographs. 
Angie got used to having fingers in her; every man seemed to want
to do it.   Nobody had put his penis in her yet except for the
sentry on the night she got captured.  Angie assumed this was
because the Commandant had forbidden it and they were all scared
of the Commandant.  She was only half right.  If any man had used
his cock on her, at the very least he would have been beaten up
by his fellow men.  They all knew that she was being saved for
Saturday night when they would all get the opportunity to put
their cocks in all of the American girl's holes.  There would be
great competition to be the first in each of her holes.
Then they started putting other things in her ass, initially just
the stems of some flowers.  This felt strange and tickled but did
not hurt and they thought it was very funny to have a bunch of
flowers growing out of the American girl's ass and took photos to
show to their friends.
Then bigger things, a national flag on a stick which was shoved
into her, this hurt as they had to push it in some way before it
would stay in,  Then a large wooden baton or something, which
made her feel as though she needed to shit and was very painful.

By the end of the day, Angie's ass had been greatly used and was
sore from having things put into it, but they had not been
excessive for fear of upsetting the Commandant.  Angie was
ashamed of what they had done to her but was in no pain.  Much of
the time she had slept and dreamt of Juan.  It was the next day
that she dreaded.
As she had no panties on, it was easy for her escort to get to
her vagina and ass on the way back.  They even made her show her
ass to the driver looking in his rear view mirror.  They thought
the words written there and the signatures were hilarious and
enjoyed playing with her.    Perhaps because of the things
written on her, they treated her more roughly than usual and for
the first time she experienced a man trying unsuccessfully to put
his entire fist into her vagina, which was excruciating as he
stretched the tissues of her vulva.

Cunt day
It was Friday and the day she dreaded was upon her.  Worse
tomorrow was Saturday and she couldn't bear to think of what was
going to happen to her on Saturday night.
In the morning, Ella got her ready as usually, paying special
attention to her pubic hairs, washing them and even combing then.
 When Angie looked for her clothes there was only a black see
through bra, nothing else.  She protested about this but to no
avail.  "Oh no, they want me to go into the square wearing
nothing but a bra" she thought. 
She could scarcely believe it, knowing that her vagina would be
on public display all day and would be used for male amusement. 
Then she thought of the soldiers and how their cocks would be
hard wanting to enter her.  Perhaps they would put there cocks in
her and she would be gang raped in a public square. 
Surprisingly, these thoughts began to excite her.   Then she
groaned to herself.  "Oh no, I am getting turned on."  She was
alarmed to feel the juices of her vagina starting to run. 
Somehow, despite her horror at being exposed that way, her body
still responded with a sexual arousal that she did not want.  She
worried that the men would see that she was aroused, worse her
juices might drip as they had with her husband sometimes when she
became very stimulated.  Then they would know that she really is
a slut.
She had to endure the usual crowd of onlookers taking photos as
they took her to the jeep.  She tried to put her hands over her
pubic area as she had done on other days, but this time her
escort held her arms firmly at her sides to prevent her attempt
at modesty.  It wasn't just modesty that had motivated her; she
could feel wetness in her vagina and was scared that her juice
would run out.  Not only did the greedy eyes of a crowd of men
affect her, but also the cameras.  With her breasts covered and
the area between her legs open to view, all the cameras were
focused on her sex many with zoom lenses.
Then to her horror she felt a drop of liquid running down the
inside of her left thigh.  It must be her period, which was
almost due, "oh please, please, please don't let it be her
period' she thought.  She couldn't spend the day with her
menstruating vagina on view.  She just had to check to see if it
was blood.  Slowing down she opened her legs as she walked and
tried to look quickly at the inside of her thigh, hoping that
nobody would notice.  Angie breathed a sigh of relief when she
saw a clear liquid and not the blood she had been dreading.
Later she grasped that in looking at herself she had made a
terrible mistake.  It only served to draw the attention of the
men surrounding her to the drop of liquid.  There was great
excitement and shouts as they pointed out to each other the
glistening juices coming out of her pubic area and running down
the smooth skin of her inner thigh.
Having gotten over her worries about her period, it dawned on
Angie what a revolting slut she was, her genitals were
lubricating her vaginal passage to facilitate the entry of the
penises of the men surrounding her.  The excess liquid running
out of her served to advertise the fact that she was ready for
sex, like a bitch on heat.
Then her guard actually stopped her walking so that the men take
photo's of her wet thigh.  Of course she clamped her legs
together but her escort forced them apart with their boots. 
Closing her legs had smeared the liquid but that didn't stop men
wiping some onto their fingers, smelling and tasting with rough
comments all around.  As she was immobilized some of the men
actually put their fingers into her vagina and then waved them to
everybody to show how they were wet and shining with Angie's cunt
juice.
Angie waited until they were finished molesting her with her head
down looking at the ground and her eyes closed.  This way her
hair covered her face to conceal her deep shame of the odious
response of her body to male attention. 
After what seemed to be a long time they put her in the jeep. 
Here, her escort took great delight in fingering her wetness and
she felt guilty when she began to feel aroused again by their
touch.  She was scared that she would have an orgasm as a result.
 That would be terrible.  They were equally interested in her
breasts and took her bra off so she was completely nude.
They had a great time playing with every part of her and for the
first time, the men either side of her got their hard cocks out
and started to rub them against Angie.  She wondered if it was
the smell and feel of her juices that made them do this, but in
reality it was because they knew that tomorrow was Saturday and
that then she would get to know those cocks much better.  Later,
Angie was to realize that news of the secretion of her juices had
rapidly spread all over the garrison and that this was a turning
point for the men, from then on they stopped treating her like a
foreign lady and more like the slut she was.
As usual the square was deserted and so the walk to the centre in
only a bra was not as bad as it could have been.  They chained
Angie to a bench in the same way as they had the previous day,
except this time she was lying on her back, with her legs apart
either side of the bench and her wrists and ankles handcuffed
underneath the bench.  Again they put a pillow under her head and
several under her ass to push her pubic area up so it was
displayed more prominently.
This was obviously the day the men had been waiting for and there
was a huge crowd to view the American's cunt.  There were endless
photos of her with men holding her lips open, kissing and licking
her cunt.  She could feel them playing with her clitoris which
felt swollen with all the touching and attention, although she
could not be sure.  Many of them sucked on her clitoris.  They
tried sticking flowers and a flag into her but they would not
stay upright like they had in her ass so they gave up.
The highlight of the day seemed to be when one of the men put a
large cigar into her and lit it.  Then men loved to see the
American slut smoking a cigar.  They showed Angie photographs and
she pulled a face disgusted by the things they were doing to her.
 She remembered seeing a movie a long time ago, in which an Asian
woman had smoked cigarettes with her vagina in a bar and even
blown smoke rings.  She hoped they would not expect her to do
that.  She had no idea how to smoke a cigarette with that part of
her body.
By the end of the day, over100 men had viewed, touched and played
with her genitalia and Angie felt tired, dirty and used.
On the way back she sensed a change in her escort.  They handled
her roughly and kept calling her "puta" a prostitute.  As soon as
they were in the jeep they got their cocks out and pulled her bra
off without unhooking it so that the hooks were ripped off.  They
crudely and painfully pulled at her tits and made her rub them up
against their cocks smearing pre-cum over her breasts.  One of
them pulled her face down on to him and pushed his cock against
her lips trying to force it into her mouth, while the other
rubbed his cock up against the lips of her vagina, but didn't
actually push it in.  Angie nearly opened her mouth to let the
insistent cock in but was saved by arriving back at the garrison.
 
They pulled her out of the jeep naked, not allowing her to
retrieve her bra.  There was a huge crowd of men waiting for her
to cross the exercise yard.  The driver had deliberately stopped
the greatest distance from her cell so she had walk across the
entire yard with her nude body on show.  To make it worse, this
time her guard handcuffed Angie's wrists behind her back so she
couldn't hide her body at all from the lascivious and greedy
stares of the crowd.  
As she walked her breasts jiggled but this time there was nothing
she could do to stop them.  Everything was on show.  The men
shouted coarse Spanish at her as she passed and made rude signs
with their hands and arms, making it clear what they would be
doing to Angie on Saturday.  They even chanted "Saturday puta" at
her.  Many of the men had hard penises out and waved them at her
to show her the wonderful things they had in store for her. 
Going up the steps to her cell Angie felt many hands on her
touching her pulling at her breasts, feeling her ass and trying
to get into her vagina.  It was horrible and as they locked the
door behind her she fell naked on her bed and sobbed for over an
hour.

The Trophy Room  
The next day Ella came for her as usual but did not take great
care over her preparation and dressed her in bra, panties, jeans
and a t-shirt.  After an hour back in her cell the Commandant
visited her.  He told her that as they had not managed to capture
Juan using her as bait; unfortunately he would have to give her
to the men as he had promised them.  This would be very bad for
her as they would all want to fuck her and there were over 200
men.  He said "The problem, my dear Angie, is that when the last
man has finished with you the first man will be ready to start
again, so they will fuck you without stopping until you can no
longer be fucked."  What do you mean?" she exclaimed without
thinking.  "In a minute I will show you the Trophy Room then you
will understand why a woman cannot be fucked any more."
"However," he continued "you can still save yourself from this
fate by telling me where I can find Juan's hideout."  "I don't
know" Angie whined, which was of course true.  "If you don't know
you can take me to somebody who does."  The Commandant was quick
to notice the look on Angie's face as she remembered the man who
was to take her to Juan's hideout.  "I don't know anybody" she
exclaimed but already he knew that she was hiding something from
him.
"You will change your mind once the men have spent some time with
you my dear.  I will let them have you in the Theatre Room at 7pm
tonight and I will come to see what is left of you at 1am
tomorrow.  Then you will be ready to do anything I ask.  First I
take you to the Trophy Room maybe after that you will want to
tell me everything before tonight.  If you help me capture Juan I
will put you on a bus to America, if not my men will play with
you until you are no use to them."
With that he strode from her cell and his aide indicated that she
should follow.  They went through many passages until they
arrived at a heavy wooden door which the Commandant
ostentatiously opened with a large key.  Inside was a very long
room divided into sections; each section appeared to be full of
photos, clothing and other objects that Angie could not
recognize.
The Commandant explained "we have had three women who have been
foolish enough to entertain my men, you are the fourth.  The
first was this girl Elise was a simple country girl who came here
to help clean.  Unfortunately some of my men raped her and as we
could not afford to have trouble with the local farmers she had
to disappear.  Before she disappeared she entertained my men for
two days.  She was young and not very strong, she did not last
long.  
Angie gaped open mouthed at the photos of a young girl of about
17; she was slim and small breasted, with a plain face.  In the
first she was fully clothed wearing a cheap cotton dress. 
Underneath, she had no bra and some large ugly panties.  Angie
could see this as the girl had been photographed as the men
stripped her.  The poor thing looked scared stiff.  Then there
were many photos of her with men on top of her, sometimes three
at a time using her somehow.  Then a terrible last photo of her
transfixed by a post rammed up into her vagina.  She appeared to
be in agony.  The clothes she was wearing in the photos were on
display together with her long black hair tied up in a ribbon and
some curly black hairs that Angie assumed were pubic hairs.  "How
could you let them do this to her?" She blurted out.  "You are
animals."  "You will find out what animals they are tonight my
dear." The Commandant whispered sibilantly in her ear.
The next section contained a similar horrible collection from an
ugly middle aged woman who the Commandant said was a whore from
the town who came to entertain his men and make some money. 
Unfortunately she was unable to cope with the number of clients
and expired while being fucked.  In addition to her hair there
were some shriveled pieces of skin that the Commandant said were
the remains of the woman's breasts.  He commented that
"Unfortunately we had not found the taxidermist in town at that
time, we are much better at preserving tits now."
The third section contained the clothing and photos of another
whore from the town.  She looked about Angie's age but badly worn
through a hard life. This unfortunate woman had stabbed one of
the Commandant's soldiers to death in an argument over money.  To
punish her he had given her to his men to play with.  There were
many more photos of this woman including close ups of her female
organs and hundreds of her being raped by innumerable men.  Angie
was almost sick when she saw the pair of breasts attached to a
board on the wall.  They looked completely real except that they
appeared to have been polished by being touched by many hands. 
"Yes" the Commandant commented, lovely aren't they?  We are very
proud of these.  She had good breasts before my men cut them off,
but not as good as yours my dear, you have wonderful nipples."
Angie felt giddy and nauseous; they were going to cut of her
breasts. "You won't let them do that to me please.'  She
whimpered.  "We are thinking of preserving your cunt and asshole
as well my dear, we think it will be possible."  Angie felt as
though she was about to faint and had to sit down on one of the
chairs in the room.  She was crying again and the Commandant
offered her a tissue from one of the many boxes lying on tables
scattered around the room.  
"We use this room as an incentive you see.  Each day 10 men are
allowed to spend one hour each alone in this room as a special
reward for good work.  You will see many tissues and rubbish
baskets; this is because they all, how you American's say   jerk
off - in here.  They enjoy looking at the girls.  Already you are
the most popular, come and see your section."
They had to assist Angie into the next section as she had
difficulty in walking on her own.  She gasped with horror as she
saw posters of her naked with explicit sharply focused close-ups
of her vagina and breasts.  There were photographs of her pinned
up everywhere and several albums full of photos all taken during
the last few days with men leering at her and enjoying her naked
body.  There was a video showing on a computer screen with scenes
of her humiliation, jiggling breasts, open vagina, her ass with a
flag sticking out, it appeared to be endless.  They had even
taken intimate photos of her bathing and dressing with Ella, they
have a hidden camera, Angie thought irrelevantly through the
mists of her horror. 
"Wonderful isn't it." The Commandant exclaimed excitedly.  Now
all the men have digital cameras and we can print our own posters
with an ink jet printer.  You are by far the most recorded of all
the women, and you have so many clothes.  He gestured at the
clothing hanging around the room.  All of the skimpy clothing and
underclothing that Angie had been forced to wear was on display.
Already some sixty men have jerk off over you, Angie, and they
have not even fucked you yet!"  When they have finished with you
we think we can preserve your pretty cunt and ass so that the
holes can continue to be used long after you have gone, my dear.
Just think how nice it will be to know that you are still giving
pleasure to men and being fucked every day in 20-30 maybe even
100 years time." He leered at her.
"So now you understand what the men will do to you Angie?  You
will know nothing but their cocks.  Some have very big cocks. 
One more than 1 foot I am told. Some are very wide maybe 3 inches
across.  They will hurt you much when they come in you and
stretch you so you are no good for any man again.  They will use
all your holes at the same time.  Yes one, perhaps two or three
in you mouth, one in your ass and one in your cunt.  It is
possible to have two in the cunt at the same time; I have seen a
whore with 5 cocks in her.  Perhaps you beat the record.  I must
ask them to try."
"Now they know you are a slut and a whore.  I hear about your
cunt running with your cum you are so excited by my men.  That is
good it will make it easier for you with the first ones, they
will not hurt so much if you are wet and ready for them.  Maybe
you will even like it for the first 10 or so, after that I think
not.  They see your cunt in the public square and now they know
it is free for any man to use so they will not take any notice if
you scream, they just fuck harder so you scream louder." He
chuckled.
"It's up to you now dear Angie.  I know you want to fuck all my
men; I see it in your eyes.  I also see that you know where to
find Juan, so you can spare yourself a lot of pain if you tell me
where.  After tonight you will never want to have sex with a man
again, so you may as well give up Juan now and save yourself for
some nice American man to fuck, marry and have children."
"Do you want to tell me now?"
Angie felt as though she was in some other reality.  This could
not happen to any woman.  This man, everything he said.  It had
to be a dream.  She would not tell them how to find Juan.  They
would kill him.  They would kill her in the most horrible way
possible for a woman; she would be fucked to death.  Tears
streaming down her face she stared at the floor and shook her
head.
"Very well the men will enjoy you tonight.  I will come for you
at 1am then you will have changed your mind."

Good advice
Back in her cell, Angie did not cry but lay on her bed staring at
the ceiling for most of the afternoon.  She kept finding her
hands exploring her body feeling her breasts and vagina, even her
anus.  She thought "This is the last time they will be like this.
 Tomorrow they will be sore and stretched, perhaps they will
never be the same again, and no use for any man he said.  Maybe
they will damage me internally and I will bleed to death.  I
don't think they will take me to a doctor."
Then she suddenly realized that she had been touching her vagina
for some time and it was getting wet.  Somehow she had started
thinking about all the cocks that would be going into it in a few
hours time.  Despite her horror and disgust at what they would do
to her, part of her was sexually excited by it.  This filled her
with self loathing and she thought "I really am a slut.  I
deserve what they will do to me."
At 5pm, Ella came for her and took her to the bedroom.  As usual
she helped Angie bath and make up.  She made Angie put on a lot
of perfume and insisted on making her up extravagantly, with
false eyelashes, lots of mascara, eyeliner and bright red
lipstick.
She explained to Angie that it is important for the men to see
you as sexy as possible.  If you are attractive to them they will
play with you, if they think you are ugly they will just use you
and be cruel.  "The Commandant says he only let them have you for
six hours this time.  That is not long, but in that time they can
kill you if you do not do things right.  Listen carefully to me
and remember."
"There are two ways in which you can get badly hurt or killed,
either through too much fucking or because they do not like you
and hurt you, like cutting off your tits.  So you must make sure
that they always like you and think you are sexy.  You may think
that if you are sexy they will want to fuck you more and this is
true, but you can make them take more time, so there is less time
to fuck you, and there are other things you can do."  
"To start they will want you to strip for them.  I will help you
wear a lot of clothes so it takes longer to take them off.  If
you can be sexy and take a long time stripping, maybe an hour,
then that is one hour less fucking.  Perhaps 20 less fucks you
have to do.  You understand?" 
"They will have lieutenant Manzes in charge of you.  He is a very
cruel man but he speaks good English.  It was he who got the men
to cut off the last whore's tits.  You must do anything he tells
you to.  If you resist him he will hurt you badly."
"Fucking many men will not hurt you badly; I read that the record
number of men for a woman to fuck at one time is over 300, so 200
is not so bad, especially if you want to fuck.  All the men know
about your love juice coming from your cunt yesterday and they
think you want to fuck them.  You must make that happen again as
it will be much easier for you if there is much juice in your
cunt.  You have been married so you are used to fucking, but you
have not had baby so your cunt is still tight.  The men will like
this but maybe you are not so tight after tonight."
"They will use your mouth of course but this will not kill you
unless they put it in your throat and you choke to death.  They
will try to put it in your throat, did you ever 'deep throat' a
man before?"  Angie replied "No." in a faint voice.  "That is a
pity.  It is not difficult if you do not panic because you cannot
breathe and stop yourself from wanting to be sick.  Do not be
afraid of drowning in cum, you can cough it up when they take
their cock out."
"Use your hands as much as you can, if you are gentle with the
cocks and stroke them where the man likes best they this will
keep him happy and your hands cannot get hurt.  When you suck a
man hold his cock with your hands so they stroke it and it not go
in too far, use your tongue to lick it and kiss it with your
lips, that way maybe you can get him to cum before he want to
deep throat you."
"You have had sex before with your ass?" Ella suddenly asked her.
 
Angie replied almost in a whisper "What do you mean?" "I mean has
a man fuck you in the ass." Ella said in an exasperated voice. 
"No, never.  I didn't know you could, until I saw the photos in
the Trophy Room."  Angie spoke in a little girl voice so small
that Ella could hardly hear her. "Oh tut tut!  That is bad!  So
your first time will be tonight.  It will be very painful for you
and if many of them fuck you there it will be very bloody.  It is
your ass I worry about most; it can be dangerous for you if they
do much damage there.  You must try to get them to fuck your cunt
or mouth as much as you can so they not want your ass. I will put
some grease in it to make it easier for you."
"When did you last have shit?"  Ella asked her.  "Last night."
Angie replied perplexed at the sudden change of subject.  "Oh you
must shit before you go to the men."  "Why?" said Angie "I don't
think I can."  "Because you silly ignorant girl, when they fuck
your ass they will get your shit on their cocks and who do you
think will have to clean it?"  "Me?" Angie replied weakly  "Yes,
with your tongue!  You want to eat your own shit?  It is better
there is no shit, the men get nasty when they see shit."
"Now it is nearly 7pm your must get dressed."
Ella dressed Angie in sexy red bra and panties, a suspender belt
and stockings, a white blouse that buttoned down the front, a
tight short red skirt with a separate belt and red high heeled
shoes.  When she looked in the mirror Angie saw a heavily made up
person who could well be a hooker or a stripper.  She tried to
feel sexy knowing that in 20 minutes she would be taking those
clothes off in front of an audience of 200 horny men, but it was
difficult. 
She kept worrying that she should have a shit but just didn't
feel like it.  She had better have a pee anyway as it would be
hours before she would have a private moment again, from now on
everything about her would be public, she was going to be the
centre of attention for at least 6 hours.  As she sat peeing, she
thought that she would be worrying about having stage fright up
there on the stage in front of an audience, except that she had
no words to say.  It was only her body that they were interested
in and she just had to do what they wanted.  Anything they
wanted.  Angie still couldn't shit.
Lieutenant Manzes arrived with two guards to take her to the
Theatre Room.

The Theatre Room
Angie shivered uncontrollably all the way to the Theatre Room and
was then very confused when it turned out to be a small narrow
room with the Commandant and several of his officers sitting and
quietly drinking red wine.  
"Ah, good to see you my dear." He greeted her.  He looked her up
and down and murmured appreciatively "Perfect."  "I had you
brought here so you can see what is in store for you and to give
you one last chance to tell me where to find Juan.  Look over
here."  He waived to one wall of the room.  Angie caught her
breath and her eyes opened wide at the scene before her.  The
Theatre Room must have been built as a real theatre as it was
huge.  This must have been one of the boxes in the original
theatre which had been glassed in, she thought with one way glass
as they had a view of the whole auditorium but nobody looked up
at them.
She felt faint and about to black out, not at the theatre but at
the men.  The room was packed with men; she thought there must be
several hundred.  "You said there would be 200." she whispered
almost to herself.  "No, my dear, I said there are 230 men in the
garrison, but unfortunately you have become very famous in this
Province and men have come here in buses, cars and motorcycles
from a great distance, some as far as 300 kilometers.   The
opportunity to fuck a woman such as you is something they will
remember all their life and tell stories about in their old age,
there are few who will want to miss it.  "How many?" she gasped.
"We think about 400, we are not sure."  "Oh God no, no, no." 
Angie moaned.
The men looked very rowdy and most of them seemed to be drinking
from what looked like beer bottles.  "What are they drinking?" 
She asked, with a terrible sense of foreboding, if they were
drunk it would be much worse, they would not respect her at all.
"Rum" he replied.  "We give them all 2 bottles of rum to
celebrate with.  This can be good for you as maybe some of them
cannot raise their cocks they have so much to drink." He
sniggered.  "But I think most of them know that this could happen
and will be careful until they have had their turn."
As Angie's eyes got used to the darkness in the theatre, she
screwed up her eyes in disbelief.  All around the walls there
were huge photographs of naked women.  No they were all one
woman; her.  Even from this distance Angie could see enormous
enlargements of her vagina and breasts, together with many photos
of her undressing or in skimpy transparent clothing.
In strategic positions there were several large monitors showing
video's of Angie, the current scene was one taken yesterday
evening as Angie could see her getting out of the jeep naked and
being forced to walk through a crowd of men with her arms
handcuffed behind her back.  For a long time the camera focused
on a close-up of her jiggling breasts, they looked gigantic on
the screens.
The stage at one end of the theatre was brilliantly lit and had
several pieces of strange looking furniture on it with chains,
leather straps, whips, handcuffs and other items she could not
describe let alone know their purpose. She could also see at
least 3 video cameras mounted on tripods although there could
have been more in the shadows.  At the back of the stage there
was a colossal TV screen of the sort that they have at football
matches, it was also showing a video, this one was of Angie being
bathed by Ella.  Angie hadn't appreciated that Ella spent quite
so much time soaping her breasts and suddenly realized that Ella
was probably lesbian.  Looking at some of the men in the audience
she thought that they all probably already knew this.  The men
seemed totally hypnotized by the sight of Ella's hands caressing
Angie's breasts.
She couldn't believe how well equipped the Theatre Room was.  It
was like a rock concert spectacular, it must have cost a fortune.
 For the first time she began to suspect her coming ordeal might
not be just for the men to enjoy.  It occurred to her that there
must be many foul perverts in the world that would pay good money
to see an innocent woman raped by several hundred men.  
Her thoughts were interrupted by the Commandant.  "Yes,
Lieutenant Manzes.  How many men do you plan to fuck this lady
tonight?"  "We hope to get through 220 sir!"  Angie's eyes shot
wide open her mouth gaped as she let out a long moan and her
knees gave way.  Fortunately, Lieutenant Manzes was quick enough
to catch her before she fell to the floor.  She was not actually
unconscious but her mind was in a whirl as she tried to calculate
how many men he expected to fuck her each hour.  As somebody gave
her some sweet liquid to drink, she coughed   it was like
drinking jet fuel   swallowed and blurted out in a quavering
voice "That's nearly 40 an hour!" her voice rising to an
hysterical note with sheer disbelief.  "I can't do that, it's
impossible."
The lieutenant looked puzzled and corrected her "No, I worked it
our on none for the first hour then 20 each hour."  "But that's
eleven hours." Angie groaned. "You said you would stop them at
1am."  She accused the Commandant.  "I said that I would come and
see you at 1am so you can tell me where to find Juan, but if you
do not tell me they keep on until 7am, by that time they will be
very drunk and I think the rate of fucking will increase.  It is
not too late to avoid your fate dear lady, tell me now and I will
cancel this event although the men will be very angry."
Angie was filled with a mixture of relief that it was only 20 an
hour (how could she think that, normally one man would be too
much for her) and horror at learning that they might have her for
12 hours.  She shook her head "No, never!"  She cried
emphatically.  Inside a small voice was saying to her "You really
want to fuck all those men don't you."  "No!" she said, "no I
don't."
"Very well" barked the Commandant "on with the show."  He had a
big grin on his face, not just as he was looking forward to
watching the American girl being raped but because he was
thinking of how much he would get for the tapes.  They would edit
them using their state-of-the art PC software and cut a DVD, this
could sell for over a million US dollars he thought to himself. 
Enough to retire on, he could not expect to get away with this
forever.  They paid well for the other 3 women but this one was
different a very pretty American woman with such tits and cunt
and so nave, they would love the sound of her screaming as she
was penetrated by more men than ever before. After tonight he
would have other things for her which would increase the value of
her DVDs, they could try for the world record.

Striptease
Angie felt a bit tipsy as the lieutenant took her down the stairs
and to the back of the stage, she was thinking she had to be sexy
and maybe the alcohol would help.  In a few minutes she would
strip in front of an audience of 400 men.  400 cocks would be
hard for her.  She wanted to rub her vagina with her hand but she
dared not do that.  The noise of the men was getting louder as
they impatiently stamped their feet and tapped their bottles.
Then suddenly she was shivering uncontrollably again, this time
big shakes, and her hands, everything was trembling.  "I can't do
it she gasped bending double.  Her stomach was turning over and
she wanted to throw up, she felt dizzy, her mind was whirling and
she thought she would faint." "Oh yes you can."  The lieutenant
murmured as he dragged her on to the stage.
There was a great cheer and wolf whistles from the men.  Angie
couldn't see anything the lights were so bright.  Then she could
see the men in the first few rows shouting and waving at her.  To
either side of her there were monitors placed deliberately so she
could see herself.  What she saw was a very pretty looking woman
dressed up like a tart.  She stopped shivering and knew that she
was ready.
The crowd fell silent as the Lieutenant gabbled something to them
in Spanish.  They stayed silent as some music started playing. 
Angie thought "I know that music, The Stripper isn't it.  Oh how
corny for her first striptease to be done to 'The Stripper'." 
The lieutenant hissed at her "Strip!! Make it good slut or I will
let them rip your insides out!" and left. 
She was alone in the centre of the stage lit by two spotlights
with over 400 men looking at her, waiting for her to undress and
show them her body, her breasts, her vagina.  Angie was so scared
but in some way elated and excited.
Angie started to move in time with the music swaying her hips in
what she hoped was a sexy manner.  She ran her tongue across her
lips to make them shine and parted her mouth slightly.  She
caught herself in the monitor as they showed a close up of her
face. She really did look sexy, her cheeks were flushed and her
lips looked unusually full.  She wondered if her breasts were
swollen as well, her husband had told her they got bigger when
she was sexed up.  The men would like this she thought as would
all the perverts who would view the video.  Would anybody who
knew her see it?  Well if they did they would find out that she
could be very sexy "No longer miss nice girl'.
She started to run her hands up and down her body pausing at her
crutch "oh that felt nice" and her breasts.  She wanted to feel
her nipples.  "Why not she thought, that's what they want.  I
don't have to be shy about it, after all everybody watching is
going to see me fucking soon."  She let her hands play with her
nipples which felt as hard as they had ever been.  The crowd went
wild shouting and whistling at her.
Angie had never been on stage before and for the first time she
felt the enormous impact of a large audience willing her on,
loving her wanting to enjoy her body with their eyes.  The effect
was so stimulating it was like having sex for the first time but
much more so.  She could already feel wetness between her legs. 
Good they had said it would make it easier for her, but she
wanted some cock there already.
Her hands went to the top button of her blouse and undid it, then
the second. Then she lent forward in time to the music so her
cleavage and the red bra could be seen by the audience down her
neckline.  The monitors were showing a close up of her display. 
Then the remaining buttons and she pulled her blouse off slowly
one shoulder at a time.  She was going to drop it on the floor
then she remembered that strippers sometimes threw their clothes
to the audience.  She didn't think she would be getting back into
her clothes anytime tonight, so what the heck.  She threw her
blouse to the men in the front row, which created pandemonium as
they fought for the souvenir.  Eventually it was shredded as
several men managed to retain pieces.
In his box the Commandant made a mental note to recover the
pieces for the Trophy Room.  The whore was performing well,
either she really was very sexy or somebody had coached her well.
 He thought to himself.
Angie's hands were caressing her thighs now and she inched the
tight skirt up to show more of her legs.  She remembered Sharon
Stone in that movie when she opened her legs up for those
policemen, what an impact that had.  She was still wearing
panties but she could try it.  To the beat of the music she
hitched her skirt up enough to allow her to squat down facing her
audience.  The camera men had followed her cue and were already
focusing on her knees when she slowly and deliberately opened her
legs wide to allow 400 men to see up her skirt.  They loved it. 
The noise was deafening as they stamped their feet and yelled at
her.
She straightened up and slowly undid her belt and slid it out of
its loops.  She was going to throw it to the audience but dropped
it on the floor thinking that they might want to use that to tie
her up later.  What was she thinking!  Was she crazy!  She opened
her mouth at the thought of being tied up and then didn't know
what to do with it so licked her lips with her tongue again. 
Then she realized that the men would probably think this meant
that she desired a cock to suck on.  Maybe she did.
She glimpsed the monitor again; one of the cameras had been
panning across the audience and was stopping to zoom in on any
men who had their cocks out.  It showed a close up of one man's
penis, it looked huge and very very hard and erect.  Her eyes
opened wide and for a moment she stopped to stare at it.  A
shiver ran down her spine.  The audience saw her expression as
she looked at the cock and there were guffaws of laughter all
over the auditorium.  Angie shook herself and stared at them; she
shivered and bit her trembling lower lip then licked her lips
again. The audience thought that this was even funnier.
She had to get on with the striptease before that part of her
mind that was scared stiff took over and she froze.  Still
shaking she undid the zip of her skirt and the clip.  She had
lost time with the music now and she couldn't get the clip
undone.  She fumbled beginning to panic.  Deep breaths and she
got it undone.  She dropped her skirt to the floor forgetting to
throw it at the audience.  Then for the second time the audience
appreciation hit her in a huge wave.  They loved seeing her in
her garter belt panties and stockings.  She saw what they liked
so much in a monitor and began to feel sexy again.
She kicked off her right shoe and put her foot up on a table and
with her leg stretched to give her audience the best view she
unclipped that garter and slowly rolled the stocking down her
leg.  Angie knew that she had good legs and that she was playing
well to the audience.  She pulled the stocking off and threw it
to the men.  They loved it.  She did the same with her left leg.
Then she wriggled the garter belt off, hesitated frowning not
knowing what to do with it and then dropped it onto the stage. 
"Want more tying up slut" she thought. 
Now for it; she had to show herself and soon they would start
using her.  Her breasts first of course, most of the men had seen
them already she thought and then remembered that many were
visitors and that this would be their first view of her.  She had
to expose her breasts to 400 men, so just do it sexy she thought.
 Taking a big breath she slipped her right hand into the left cup
of her bra.  Her nipple was as hard as a rock with excitement;
closing her eyes she felt her nipple touching it gently.  It felt
so good; she would love to have male hands on her.  She thought
of Juan, perhaps he would do this to her one day.  Angie loved
having her nipples touched.  Well she used to love it, maybe she
would hate it after tonight, she thought.
After playing with both tits in her bra she slipped the straps
off her shoulders and reached behind her to undo the hooks at the
back. As she arched her back she saw that all the cameras were
zoomed in on her chest.  She undid the hooks but held the bra in
place by crossing her arms across her breasts.  She slipped each
strap down over her elbows and off the hands, still coyly
covering herself.  Then Angie stared straight at the audience as
she pulled the bra off and flung it at them.  She pushed her bare
breasts out at them giving them plenty of time to have a good
look; all the monitors were focused on her breasts along with
every man in the auditorium.
Angie looked down at her own breasts with her eyes half closed. 
They did look good.  They seemed unusually big and her white skin
was tinged with a pink flush.  Her nipples were incredibly
screwed up and wrinkled.  She glanced at the monitor and saw that
it was focused on her nipples in crisp close-up; the screen
seemed to be filled with bright pink.  Angie knew that the huge
screen behind her would be showing the same image and that every
man in the place wanted to touch her nipples.  Licking her lips
again, she started to play with her nipples gently pulling on
them and feeling the weight of her breasts.  One of the men in
the front row started to climb up on the stage to get to her
until he was dragged back by his peers.
After a while she noticed that the men were beginning to chant
something, she didn't know what they were saying, but suddenly
realized she had spent too long playing with her breasts and that
they wanted to see her pussy.  She had to do it.  She wanted to
do it.  She slipped her right hand into her panties while she
continued to play with her nipple with her left hand.  She slid
the hand in her panties down to her slit and started to rub it
gently.  It was so wet!   The men were making a racket with their
bottles again.  Angie glanced at the monitor to see what was
making them so noisy.  Oh no!  It showed a close up of her red
panties with the shape of her hand inside them fingering herself,
but what shocked her was the big black area of her panties where
her juices had made them wet.
She knew that all the men would have heard about her getting wet
yesterday, but now 400 of them could see for themselves what an
oversexed slut she is.  They would want to fuck her even more and
give her no mercy.  The other monitor was showing cocks again and
this time many of the men were using their hands to stroke their
cocks up and down.  Angie let out an involuntary sigh and
shuddered as she thought that soon they would be rubbing those
cocks inside her.
She had to stop playing with herself and get her panties off. 
She pulled her hand out and used both her hands to slip her
panties off and guiltily let them drop to the floor.  Immediately
several men from the front row jumped up and reached onto the
stage for them.  One of them grabbed her panties and standing up
so everybody could see him deliberately sniffed the wet area and
pretended to faint with pleasure.  Soon her panties were being
passed around the auditorium for men to smell and enjoy her
juices.  Angie gulped, if they did that to her panties what would
they do to her!
Now she was naked in front of 400 hot men, what should she do? 
Angie started to feel her breasts again.  That was good. She
thought and then her slit.  Oh no don't do that not in front of
these men.  Ever since Angie had been a teenager there had been
times when she had touched herself until she climaxed, usually
thinking of some man she knew or a rock star. Now she knew she
was going to do it in front of an audience.
She slipped her fingers into her vagina and started to caress her
clitoris.  Soon her eyes were closed and she was moaning to
herself as she wriggled her bottom in time to the music.  It felt
so good and she was nude in front of all these men and soon all
those cocks would be in her.  She moved faster and faster as she
felt herself cumming.  Then she panted Oh! Oh! Oaaahhh! As she
felt her muscles tighten and she went into a long shuddering
orgasm.
Her eyes were still closed when she realized that the music had
stopped and the whole auditorium was silent, She couldn't believe
it, she had been in a dream alone in bed as a teenager with her
nightie pulled up to her waist, Angie opened her eyes and saw
this great crowd of men playing with themselves and watching her
naked body.  She was nude in front of them and had masturbated
with them watching!  She would never forgive herself for that,
she had gone too far.  She knew she was a dirty horrible slut and
would have to submit to everything she deserved.
Suddenly the audience erupted into a pandemonium cheering,
clapping and stamping, the whole auditorium seemed to be
vibrating.  They had heard that the American girl was sexy but
nobody had expected a show like this.  Almost none of them had
ever seen a woman masturbate before let alone on stage, no decent
woman they knew would even touch themselves, but this was a
foreign slut and prostitute, oh how they would thrust themselves
into that wet cunt when their turn came, they would make the
whore scream for more.

The beer bottle
Angie was suddenly very deflated and frightened.  She had no idea
what to do next.  She was just standing there naked in the middle
of a well lit stage.  The men were chanting something else and
throwing empty rum bottles onto the stage.  What did they want
from her?
The voice of the lieutenant standing behind her explained "They
want you to do it again with a bottle, Angie."  The blood drew
from Angie's face "No I can't do it again and not with a bottle."
She whined.  "Well you can either do it yourself or I will get 3
or 4 of them to do it for you, whatever you like."
Swallowing Angie leant over and picked up a bottle.  She looked
at it frowning.  It was brown like a beer bottle with a three
inch neck gradually widening out to about 3 inches in diameter
the whole bottle about 11 inches long.  She had to put that in
her!  She couldn't the very thought of it was vile to her.  She
had heard of men forcing women to do that but never dreamed it
could happen to her.  She had to do it or the men would do it to
her.  That would be worse.
Gingerly and screwing up her face she put the mouth of the bottle
to her vagina.  "Face your audience stripper."  The lieutenant
snarled.  Angie realized that she had automatically turned her
back on the men to give her some privacy.  She slowly turned
around to face them and opened he legs wide towards them.  She
could see close-ups of her hair covered vagina on the monitors as
she put the cold glass against the lips of her vulva and slowly
slid the bottle in.
It went in easily as she was so wet but it felt hard and cold
inside her.  It didn't feel at all sexy.  She pushed it in about
one inch and started rubbing it up and down inside her hoping
that it would turn her on.  It was certainly turning the audience
on, they were all cheering, but it was no good; she just wasn't
excited by it.   
She kept moving it about but the men were getting restless and
shouting at her.  "Push it in further." The harsh voice of the
lieutenant instructed her.  She pushed the neck of the bottle in
to its limit, it was beginning to hurt a bit as it was very
rigid, not like a man's penis she thought.  "Further!"  He
growled.
Angie began to panic, pushing it in further meant that the whole
width of the bottle would have to go in and she was not that big.
Also the length was getting too long for her it would hit up
against something inside her.  "I can't." she said in desperation
it's too big.  Her eyes were beginning to water.  "Shove it in
your cunt bitch; it's easily big enough for a bottle.  If you
don't the men will"
In the monitor she saw this disgusting slut bent forward naked
with her tits dangling and a beer bottle sticking out of her
cunt, she took a deep breath and pushed on the bottle.  It pushed
her lips apart as it moved further in but it was nowhere near at
full width she saw as she looked down at herself and it was
beginning to hurt. "No, no, I can't"  she sobbed.  "I get the men
to do it then."  "No." Angie gave it a really hard push screwing
up her face and crying out "oohhhh" at the pain in her cunt.  She
was still standing and she had to open her legs as wide as
possible to get it in, Then she felt it go further in and looked
down to see that her vagina had opened up enough to take the full
width of the bottle.
It felt huge and painful inside her.  The view in the monitor was
horrible; she looked like a man with a big penis between his legs
as the bottle stuck out from her cunt.  The men were laughing at
her and the lieutenant said "walk around cunt, the men think it's
funny."  Angie knew she couldn't walk with her legs wide open
like that and she couldn't close her legs on the bottle.  She
tried to walk twisting her hips to move her leg forward and
managed to move a bit like a crab with this disgusting thing
hanging down between her legs.  The men thought this was
hilarious.
Angie began to worry about the bottle breaking, she thought "if I
slip over it will be rammed into me and the glass will cut my
insides up.  Panic welled up inside her.  "Please, please let me
take it out, I am going to faint." She cried.  "Push it right
into to your overused cunt bitch" was the only reply.
"No!  I can't. It won't go any further" she cried out in a scared
little girl voice.  At a signal from the lieutenant, five men
came from the wings of the stage.  Two held her arms and two her
legs wide open to the audience.  The fifth man was big and very
ugly and he grinned at her with blackened teeth and a hare lip as
he grabbed the bottle and pushed it hard into Angie.  Her eyes
and mouth opened as wide as they could go as she let out an ear
piercing scream, the bottle seemed to be ripping into her
insides.  She could not bear to look down at herself and instead
looked at he monitor.  It had gone most of the way in but there
was still about two inches protruding from her.
The man was about to try to get the last two inches in when the
lieutenant said something to them and they lifted Angie up and
put her on a table with the bottle facing the audience.  They
left the stage.  Angie just lay there.  The pain was beginning to
subside and she began to worry about what was next for her.
"Take it out" said the lieutenant.  So she had to take the vile
thing out in front of them now.  The men had obviously enjoyed
her scream of pain and were keen to watch the whore taking the
bottle out of her cunt.  She tried to sit up but couldn't as the
bottle dug into her insides with piecing pain. She shivered and
took in a sharp intake of breath through her teeth.  Then she
started trembling as the panic started again.  She would never
get it out on her own.  At that moment she realized to he horror
that she felt like a shit.  "Oh not now" she thought, she had
another 5 hours to go at least, she couldn't just ask to go to
the toilet, they would just make her do it in front of them.  She
would have to hang on.
Lying on her back she tried to reach down to grasp the bottle.
She found she could hold it provided she used both hands.  Very
slowly she pulled on it and after some effort it began to slide
out.  Angie had never had a baby but she thought that this must
be a bit like having one, as she felt the big thing inside her
gradually come out.  At last it was just the neck and then the
bottle came clear.  A hand took it.  "For the Trophy Room" she
thought bitterly.
She lay on her back on the table looking at the roof.  There was
even a monitor there showing a close up of the vagina.  It looked
normal as far as she could see through her black pubic hairs.  No
sign of any blood or damage.  Perhaps it was not as bad as it
felt.  After all it was designed to have babies which were much
bigger than a bottle.

Shaved
Her thoughts were interrupted by the lieutenant.  "Sit up bitch."
 Angie sat up and the lieutenant gave her some scissors. "The men
are complaining that they can't see your cunt clearly and want
you to shave yourself.  First cut off your hairs into this bag. 
For the Trophy Room." He sneered.  Angie felt sick; they were
going to make her shave in front of them so she would be like a
common whore.  For some reason this seemed to distress her more
than the bottle had.  She kept thinking "I wanted Juan to see me
with hairs like a decent girl, now he will think that I am a
hooker."
Angie looked around for somewhere private to shave herself, but
she knew of course that nothing about her was private anymore,
especially her vagina.  Even if she tried to hide it, she would
be forced to display it.  So she perched on the edge of the table
with her feet on the floor and legs open to a camera about three
feet away, that way they would all get the view that they wanted.
 Angie swallowed as she felt some upwelling of excitement within
her, despite her horror there was something erotic about casually
opening up her legs to an audience of 400 men and several
cameras, especially as she was about to ensure that they could
see her sex in detail.
She held the plastic bag open under her pubic area, bent forward
and started to cut her pubic hairs into the bag.  Her mood
changed again as she saw her lovely curly black hairs dropping
into the bag.  She suddenly discovered that tears were running
down her face and she gave out a big sob.  Soon she had most of
the hairs off and could see her slit clearly, through the
remaining bristly hairs.
The lieutenant took the bag of her pubic hairs and handed her a
can of aerosol shaving cream and a razor.  "Shave" he snapped. 
Feeling miserable and distraught Angie sprayed the white foam
over her remaining hairs and started trying to shave.  Her
audience was fascinated, watching a woman shave herself.  The
only women they knew who shaved were some of the prostitutes in
the whorehouse, they thought that was because there were afraid
of getting lice.  Certainly no woman, not even the lowest of
whores, would shave themselves in front of a man.  The American
whore was doing it in front of 400 men.  What a wonderful fuck
she will be, they thought.
However, Angie was not shaving, she tried but had no idea how to
do it, she had never shaved anything before, let alone a
sensitive area like the lips of her vagina.  She couldn't work
out how to stop the razor from cutting her skin or worse she
thought.  "I can't' she sobbed.  "You can't do anything can you
slut, except fuck." The lieutenant replied and then spoke in
Spanish into the microphone.  A man came onto the stage and
picked up the razor.  The garrison barber was very happy; due to
his special skills he was going to be the first to get close up
to the American whore's pussy.
The barber made Angie lie down on the table with her legs hanging
over the side.  He then shaved Angie's cunt with great flair,
making sure that he did not obstruct the view of the camera's and
leaving Angie's pubic area clean and bare.  Now her slit could be
clearly seen by all.

Make up for a whore
After the barber had left Angie was just lying there naked and
totally exposed wondering what would happen next and feeling
humiliated at being shaved in public.  Then lieutenant instructed
Angie to put some make-up on as she was going to do a dance.  She
was a bit bewildered when he gave her a stick of bright red
lipstick and told her to put it on.  She assumed that her
lipstick must have become smudged while she was crying.  
Then he told her to put it on her nipples.  "Oh no he wants me to
look the complete whore," she thought.  Already she could see
that the monitors were showing an incredible close up of her left
nipple.  She thought "they want me to start with that one do
they?"  Angie took off the cap and screwed the lipstick out.  She
looked down and gingerly started applying it to the edges of the
aureole of her left nipple but as soon as she touched her it her
nipple became very hard and pointed.  The audience loved this as
the huge monitor behind Angie showed her hardening up.   Her
nipple was now so puckered up that it was difficult for Angie to
cover it with lipstick.
The audience was quiet now with fascination as this was yet
another first for the men.  They had definitely not seen a woman
put lipstick on the nipples; even the town whores would not do
that.  They were getting hornier and hornier.  Now every man knew
that Angie was the biggest slut and whore they had ever heard of.
 She was obviously deliberately tantalizing the men to make them
want to fuck her more.  They would make sure she got what she
wanted and they would ram their cocks into her so hard that she
would moan with pleasure.
When she had finished both nipples, the lieutenant made her put
her hands under her breasts and lift them up so that the nipples
pointed out to the camera.  Angie felt obscene doing this but at
the same time she was glad to waste some more time and reduce the
amount of fucking she would have to do.
His next request shocked her more.  He wanted her to put lipstick
on the lips of her cunt.  She wasn't sure how to do this but sat
again on the edge of the table with her legs wide open to the
camera.  This time it came in really close until it was about a
foot away from her sex.  The monitors just showed her vagina in
great detail including some creamy white mucus at the edges. 
Seeing it Angie knew that her sex was beginning to respond to all
the attention on it and was becoming lubricated again.  "Good for
the cocks" she thought, but embarrassing that all these men to
see that she was turned on again.  The lieutenant must have seen
it as well as he unexpectedly told Angie to use her fingers to
open up her cunt and show the insides to them men.  "Show them
where you want their cocks to go." He jeered.
Angie had no choice, even though she knew that they would all see
how wet she was.  She pulled her labia wide open with both hands
revealing her vulva and soon the monitors where displaying her
passage and her swollen clitoris.  All of the pink folds of her
flesh shone with her juices.
Already totally degraded, Angie started to put bright red
lipstick around the lips of her cunt so that it became a red
target inviting cocks to penetrate.
When she had finished, completing her subjugation the lieutenant
made her roll over and open her legs so that he could pull her
cheeks apart and apply lipstick to Angie's anus. Finally he made
her make up her lips with the same bright red lipstick.  Now all
her targets were well identified.

Choosing her lovers
Now that she was ready for fucking, the lieutenant made Angie
walk around the stage for everybody to see.  Angie just looked at
the floorboards in shame as they examined her body.  Then he
showed Angie a big barrel full of folded pieces of paper and
explained that every man in the audience had been given a number
at the door so that she could choose the lucky men to be her
lovers.  To start with she had to take 30 pieces of paper out of
the barrel.
Angie closed her eyes in pain and started shivering
uncontrollably again.  It was about to start and with 30 men who
would be her lovers and make love to her in front of a crowd of
men.  "Lovers!" she though bitterly, "they would just use her to
satisfy their lust."  Despite her feeling of panic, part of her
mind was coolly working out how long it would take for them to
enjoy her.  With her husband it had taken about 5 minutes for him
to climax.  At that rate it would take nearly 3 hours for her to
satisfy these men, but that was only 10 men an hour and the
lieutenant had said he expected 20 men each hour.  They must cum
quickly she thought.  Another thought briefly surfaced, thinking
how nice it would feel to have 30 cocks in her cunt one after
another. `
She had to chose a number from the barrel and then go out into
the audience and help her lover back to the stage where she would
undress him and make him ready for her.  When she had 30 men
ready they would start to 'make love' to her.  
Angie picked out the first number and for the first time felt
really scared.  She had to go out there amongst the men.  They
would tear her to pieces.  She was relieved when two burly
sergeants accompanied her.  Even so, her first direct contact
with her audience was horrific, every eye was on her breasts or
cunt, and they reached out at her, shouted at her, waved their
hard cocks at her.  In every way they made it quite clear what
they would soon be doing to her and that they thought that she
was lower than the nastiest female that they had masturbated
over.
She took the first man to the stage and started to unbutton his
shirt, like most of the men he was young and looked very fit.  If
it had not been for the circumstances she might have found him
attractive.  She took his shirt off, touching his flat muscular
chest and then knelt in front of him she took off his shoes and
socks.  She then took a deep breath and undid his belt and the
top button of his trousers.
Angie swallowed as she started to undo his zip and pulled his
trousers down.  This was the first time she had undressed a man,
she couldn't remember doing this to her husband.  She could
already see his bulging penis pushing out of his underclothing.
Closing her eyes she pulled his under shorts down and felt him
step out of them.  Something warm was touching her lips and she
opened her eyes to see a huge erect penis in front of her face
with the man's hand guiding it to her mouth.  Instinctively she
started back away from the thing, which the audience thought was
very funny.
Then the lieutenant dragged him away from her to wait for his
turn.
Angie repeated this with another four men until the lieutenant
got fed up with the time it was taking and made her draw the
remaining 25 in one go.  They had to come up onto stage and
undress themselves, while he made Angie dance naked on stage
forcing her to swing her tits around as much as possible.
When they were all ready, the lieutenant made them stand naked in
a row, with their cocks stuck out in front of them they looked
ridiculous and Angie had to suppress an insane desire to break
out in hysterical laughter.  She knew that if she laughed at them
they would make it worse for her.
The lieutenant told her that he wanted to choose the first three
men from the thirty waiting for her as it would be a special
honor to be the first.  Angie couldn't understand why he wanted
three men; surely it would just be one who would have the 'honor'
of fucking her first.  He explained that the audience would make
the choice, as each man would come to Angie and she must show his
cock to the audience and kiss his cock.  The lieutenant would
give the honor to the three who received the highest level of
approval from the audience.
The thought of having to kiss all those cocks was repulsive to
Angie and worse being watched, but she had to do it, so she knelt
naked and submissive at the front of the stage sideways on to the
audience so that they could get a clear view of the men's
penises.
As the first man came and stood in front of her with his penis at
the height of her head and about a foot away from her, Angie was
suddenly overcome with a feeling of desperation.  Her eyes
started to water again as she thought of all the penises she
would have to cope with, how could she possibly manage.  After
this she would never want to have a man's penis in her again, sex
would never be normal for her.
His cock had a huge erection; it stood straight up and was about
6 inches long, it was circumcised.  Angie reached up to hold it
with both hands as she leant forward to kiss it she heard
laughter from the audience and glanced at the monitor to see what
they were laughing at.  All she could see was a close up of her
face and the rigid cock in her hands, and then she saw that it
was the look on her face that they were laughing at.  Her mouth
was down turned and she had an expression of abject misery as she
was about to press her bright red lips against that thing.
She kissed it and the audience cheered but not very loudly, they
were saving that for some of the bigger cocks in the group. 
Every man was determined that the American slut would start the
evening with the biggest possible cocks in her holes.
So Angie held and kissed thirty cocks and the audience chose
those that she disliked most, one was very long (about 10
inches), thin and distinctly curved, another was short but very
fat and disgustingly hairy, the worst was massive about 12 long
and 3.5 inches in diameter, bigger than the bottle, Angie
thought.   It had been so painful and difficult to get the bottle
in her vagina, how much more difficult it will be to get that
cock in her.

Ready for love
"Are you ready?" the lieutenant asked Angie.  "Yes" she replied
in a little girl voice,   She went over and lay down with her
back on the table with her legs open as this was the way she
always did it in bed with her husband.   Angie closed her eyes
and waited for the feeling in her vagina as the first cock
entered her.  Nothing happened.  The audience was making a racket
and she opened her eyes to see the lieutenant standing over her
shaking his head. "Not like that Angie." He said.  "Sit on this
man's cock."  Angie looked over to see the man with the
repulsively large cock lying on his back on a low padded platform
with his obscene thing pointing up in the air.  It looked even
bigger over a foot long.
Angie swallowed "sit on it?"  "Yes shove it up your ass bitch,
then this other man will stick his in your cunt and this one will
go in your mouth.  As soon as they have finished another 3 will
take their place, so your ass, cunt and mouth will be filled
continually for the rest of the night."
Angie just stared at him, her lower jaw trembling "Sit on it."
She repeated in a stunned voice.  She had gone very pale and felt
faint.  This was what Ella had warned her about; they were going
to use her ass.  Ella had said it could damage her insides.  Oh
no they had chosen the biggest cock to go in there. She couldn't
possibly get that in her ass.  Ella had said there would be shit
in there and she would have to lick it clean.  "Please no" she
whined starting to cry.  She got off the table and knelt down
beside the man; she looked at the thing and put both hands around
it, then lent over opened her mouth as wide as it would go and
put the end of it in.  She started sucking on it as hard as she
could, between sucks she panted "see I can do this well, it's
much better."
The lieutenant grabbed Angie by the hair and jerked her head back
off the cock.  It hurt like hell and she was shocked at his
sudden roughness.  "Ass" he growled.  "No I cant, I cant" she
panted.  In desperation she knelt astride the man.  She had to
get the thing in her vagina, once he had started fucking her they
wouldn't be able to stop him.  Maybe he would cum quickly, at
least then she might have a smaller cock in her ass.  She had to
raise herself up to get her cunt high enough to be able to push
the huge cock into her.  She pressed it against the lips of her
vagina and tried to push it in.  It wouldn't go in.  Suddenly she
felt very dry as she did not feel at all excited, just scared. 
She managed to get the end of it into her, before the lieutenant
dragged her off again.
The audience loved her antics.  They couldn't believe that any
woman could be so excited by a cock and so desperate to get it in
her.  Admittedly it was a very large cock, but this American slut
must have a massive appetite for cock to behave like that.  They
couldn't understand why the lieutenant kept pulling her off,
although they could see that he wanted to start with her ass. 
They all knew that the lieutenant was an ass man.
The lieutenant smacked Angie hard in the face with the flat of
his hand "Ass bitch, or I will shove this gun up your cunt and
shoot your guts out" he snarled.  God that really hurt.  He was
beating her up. He wasn't supposed to do this.  Sniveling, Angie
crawled up to the man on the floor, turned around into a
crouching position with her back to him, her legs wide apart,
supporting her weight with her arms either side of him she raised
her ass up and lowered her backside down to his cock.  She could
feel the huge thing pressing against the cheeks of her ass, but
she wasn't quite sure where her anus was to push it on to the
man.  She had to feel with her hands for her opening.  It was
tiny and very tender.  She then found the cock and pressed it
against her hole.  This is ridiculous she thought, it's
impossible to fit that great thing into my small hole.  She
started thinking about all the shit in there and this made her
want to go to the toilet again.  "I can't" she moaned.
The lieutenant did not reply but simply took a revolver from the
holster at his side, bent over between Angie's legs and put the
gun to the lips of Angie's open cunt and rammed it into her. 
Angie's mouth fell open and she gaped at him stunned by the
physical impact of having this metal barrel ripping into her
delicate tissues. Her insides felt as though they were on fire. 
She could hardly believe that she had a loaded gun deep in her
sex organs.  It was so unexpected; she had never dreamed that a
man could do that to a woman.     
"Shall I pull the trigger bitch?"  Angie couldn't reply.  She
just stared at him eyes and mouth wide open.  She couldn't close
her mouth; mucus was running out of the sides of her mouth and
beginning to froth in the back of her throat.  She could only
make little gurgling noises.  She couldn't think and couldn't
move.
The lieutenant was happy; this was what he enjoyed most, to see
that look in a whore's eyes and to know that he had complete
power over her.  It was even better that the slut's total
submission to him was being watched by hundreds of men and would
soon be watched by millions across the world who would envy his
strength and control over this cunt.
He slowly withdrew the barrel, deliberately pushing it upwards so
the gun sights scraped along Angie's passage and pulled on her
clitoris.  As he did so he looked into Angie's eyes and told her
"you are a whore, you will put that cock in your ass or I will
shoot you.  I will give you a 1 in 6 chance of having your guts
blown out.  You have heard of Russian roulette?  Well I am going
to remove 5 cartridges from this revolver leaving one for you. 
If you have not got that cock in your ass by the time I am ready,
I will put this into your cunt and pull the trigger."
Angie could do nothing for a few moments, but then realized that
she had to be quick as he was taking bullets form the revolver. 
She still had her ass over the man's cock which amazingly was
still rock hard.  Angie desperately tried to get the cock in her
ass but it was just physically impossible, she got the head of
the penis in her but the rest wouldn't go in.  It was very
painful.  She was shaking with fright and felt like vomiting and
shitting all at the same time as the lieutenant finished getting
ready and approached her with the gun.
"I'll do anything, anything" she said in a high pitched quavering
voice "try for the record, I will fuck every man in this place, I
promise.  I will do it well..."  "Say your prayers bitch" was his
only reply.  This time he put the barrel into her very slowly and
deeply right up to the trigger guard.  Angie was completely
paralyzed, her brain spinning.  She just made little mewing
noises.  He was about to pull the trigger and he insides would be
blasted all over the stage.  She screwed her eyes up and prayed
like she had never done before.  Her whole body was so tense she
thought that she would snap into pieces.
There was a loud click as he pulled the trigger, but no exploding
bullet.  The relief was overwhelming.  Angie took great gulps of
air, her whole body started shaking uncontrollably and then she
completely lost control over her bowel.  She could feel hot shit
spurting out of her onto the cock and the man lying below her. 
The lieutenant was delighted.  Women often shit themselves when
they were being raped but never before had one shit herself on
stage in front of everybody and on video as well.  Oh he would
make the bitch suffer for this.  He slowly removed the gun from
Angie's cunt and with his face just a few inches from her, smiled
and said "Oh you have been a naughty girl, Angie."
Angie was so ashamed.  She had lost control of her bowel in front
of 400 men.  Even as a baby she had been very careful and clean,
she had always done it in her nappies or a potty. Now she had
disgraced herself totally.  The lieutenant was smiling at her in
that slightly insane way that he had.  "Look what you have done."
He drawled.  He pulled Angie to her feet by her hair and made her
look down at the mess she had made.
It was horrible.  The man with his cock in the air had he not
moved but he was covered in Angie's shit.  There were several big
turds as well as a lot of loose runny material and it smelled
awful.  
He took Angie's left arm and twisted it behind her back and up
until it felt as though it would break.  Then holding her hair
with the other hand he forced her to her knees and then to lean
forward over the man. "Oh you have got it all over your tits as
well you nasty slut."  He said as he pushed Angie's dangling
breasts down over the shit and then made her rub her nipples in
it.  The man's cock was in the way and rubbed across her shoulder
and ear leaving a trail of shit on her and ending up in her hair.
"And your face" the lieutenant snarled as he pushed her face into
one of the biggest turds.
He pulled her back to her feet and made her face one of the
monitors.  "Look what a mess you have made."  Angie saw this
pathetic looking woman with brown shit all over her breasts and
face.  It was running in streaks down her face as it was washed
by her tears and dripping on to her shit smeared tits.  She was
sobbing uncontrollably now.
The lieutenant let go of her.  "Clean it all up slut."  He
snapped.  "How?" Angie whimpered between sobs.  "With your mouth
bitch, eat it all up and then lick up the rest, or shall we try
the gun in your cunt again see if you are lucky twice?"
Her teeth chattering Angie got back on all fours and bent down to
the turds.  Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and bit into
one. The taste and smell was ghastly but she had to do it.  She
knew her vagina was exposed and vulnerable and at any minute
expected to feel the gun enter her. She chewed on her own
excrement and swallowed.  It took about 15 minutes for her to get
the bulk of it down; she felt sick but couldn't allow herself to
vomit, as she knew she would have to eat that up as well.  
There was just runny stuff left on the man's stomach and the
floor, apart from some stiffer material which had stuck to his
cock.  She licked and sucked her way around his cock until it was
clean and then licked the runny stuff off his body.  "The floor."
The lieutenant growled.  Angie licked the grimy floor clean until
there was no trace of shit left.
The audience did not all share the lieutenants interest in shit
but they really enjoyed the show.  Many were getting impatient
though, as they wanted to fuck the American before the night was
out and did not fancy her being covered in shit.  They began to
shout at the lieutenant.
The lieutenant pulled himself together, he must get on with the
performance, the shit was taking too much time.  He barked at his
sergeants and after a few minutes three men were washing Angie
with buckets of cold water and towels.  They got her reasonably
clean, including her shitty mouth and then threw half a bottle of
perfume they had got from Ella, all over Angie.
She didn't look as pretty as when she started but she was
definitely all woman and for many men the stink of cheap perfume
was very arousing. 

Serious stuff
The lieutenant looked Angie over.  The bitch looked pretty sorry
for herself and he knew that after having a gun in her cunt and
being forced to eat her own shit she would be broken.  She would
be completely submissive and compliant.  He ass was a problem
though.  Obviously she had not had anal sex before and her ring
was too tight for a normal sized cock let alone that ridiculous
thing that the soldier lying on the floor was continuing to
display.  It would take a long time to get that in her ass and be
very bloody, better to start with something smaller and work her
up to it.  The rate he was going he would not reach the target
number of men before 1pm.  Apart from his personal pride, the men
would not be happy with him, nor would the Commandant, if he
missed the target.  Ah well, he would just have to sacrifice
finesse for speed, or rather volume.
He snapped orders to his men, who made Angie get on all fours on
a low H shaped padded stand with her hands and knees on the four
vertical strokes of the H and her ass on the edge of one side of
the bar of the H and her head on the other.  They opened her
knees wide and strapped them in place.  This brought her ass to
the height of an average man's cock, there were some blocks of
wood for short men and tall men would just have to bend at the
knees. 
Next they put a padded bench on the stand across the bar of the
H, so it supported Angie's torso.  The lieutenant knew that Angie
would not be able to support herself for 4 and half hours,
especially as she would be working hard for all of that time. 
The bench had two holes in it through which Angie's tits dangled,
this would be more comfortable for her and allow the men to play
with her tits.
They tied Angie's wrists down to the legs of the stand so that
she could not use her hands to interfere with the proceedings and
then tied one end of some nylon cord into Angie's hair and pulled
her head up before securing the other end to the bench, this left
her mouth free to open while not allowing her to let her head
drop down to avoid cocks.  They put blocks of wood for men to
stand on to bring their cocks up to the right height for her
mouth.
The lieutenant carefully inspected Angie before placing cameras
in strategic positions, one on the floor directed up at her cunt,
two on her ass from either side, one on her tits under the bench
and two on her face to show her expression and close ups of her
mouth
Satisfied he started his stop watch and gave the order to start.
The man with the huge cock slid under Angie using a low mechanics
trolley to roll under the bench and position his cock under her
cunt.  He had to hold his cock down to get it under the bench and
lift his ass up a bit with cushions.  He immediately started to
ram his cock into the poor girl's cunt; he could reach Angie's
dangling tits with his hand so he started pulling on these at the
same time.  Before he was conscripted into the army he was a
farmer and he thought that her tits were like the udders on a cow
and started to milk her.
At the same time the man with the short hairy cock stood in front
of Angie's face and started to push his cock against her lips
until she meekly opened her mouth for him.
The lieutenant and the man with the long narrow cock,
concentrated on her ass.  While the other men were humping away
at her the lieutenant greased his baton with Gel and started to
insert it into her anal ring,   with some effort he got it in and
started to jiggle it about opening her up as much as possible. 
The man's narrow cock was not much bigger and soon he too was
thrusting it in and out of her.
Angie had been so shocked and revolted at having to eat her own
excrement do that she let them strap her in place without
thinking about what they were doing.  After they pulled her hair
back and used it to tie her head in place she couldn't see much
of what they were doing, but she knew that a naked man was being
rolled under her and between her legs.  Even so, it was
unexpected when she felt the head of a large penis pressing up
against her vagina and suddenly thrusting into her.  After being
stretched by the bottle, due to its flexibility the cock went in
fairly easily despite its size although it was still very
painful.  At the same time she felt hands pulling and mauling her
breasts.
She stopped thinking about the pain when the man with the short
hairy cock started to wave it in her face and pushed it up
against her lips.  Automatically she opened her mouth to accept
it.  It tasted salty with sweat but she licked it and sucked it
hoping to get it over quickly.  Then there was a sudden pain in
her ass as something hard was rammed into it, this was followed
by more pain as something bigger but softer was put into her and
stated to move about.
Angie realized that for the first time in her life she was being
fucked simultaneously by three cocks.  She could hardly move. 
Apart from being tied up she was pinned into position by cocks,
which were moving in and out of her.  Then suddenly the cock in
her mouth squirted hot semen into the back of the throat.  She
tried to swallow it all but it seemed to go on endlessly
squirting into her and some was collecting in her throat.  She
desperately needed to cough and fortunately the man withdrew his
already limp cock so she managed a cough up some cum before
another large penis was thrust into her open mouth.  
At the same time she realized that the man in her ass had cum as
well and was withdrawing, it was a strange feeling for her like
having a shit but it was a relief to have the thing out of her. 
Her relief was short lived as almost immediately she felt
something larger penetrating her anus.  This was very painful, so
much so that she was hardly aware of the huge cock in her cunt
climaxing and injecting wave after wave of hot cum into her. 
Angie had a vague thought of getting pregnant or catching some
disease, but it hardly seemed to matter as she would probably die
of fucking in any case.
She felt another penis entering her vagina and the cock in her
ass withdrawing to be replaced by another.  Her main problem was
the man fucking her mouth was trying to push his cock down her
throat.  As he got it further down she felt she could not breathe
and began to panic.  Then suddenly he came in her throat and she
could feel hot liquid squirting down to her lungs, she couldn't
breathe, she was drowning in cum.  Her whole body began to
shudder and jerk as she tried to cough.  The men fucking her cunt
and ass appreciated this thinking she was enjoying their efforts
and started to fuck her harder.  The audience loved her actions
and cheered her on, thinking what an incredible appetite sex
American girls had.  Angie knew that she was about to die from
asphyxiation.
Then the cock in her throat pulled out and she went into a
paroxysm of coughing and spluttering, desperately trying to get
the sperm out of her lungs.
The lieutenant saw that Angie was going blue in the face and
quickly undid the cord holding her head in place, allowing her to
drop her head and cough up the cum.
The two men still fucking her came simultaneously with great
grunts and sighs, and were being replaced by two more cocks as
Angie managed to get oxygen into her lungs and began to recover
from her panic attack.
After that the lieutenant instructed those men using Angie's
mouth not to 'deep throat' her and to give her time to swallow or
cough up cum, he didn't want the bitch dying already.
Angie soon lost count of the number of cocks that had penetrated
her, as soon as one had finished another would start.  Her ass
was excruciatingly painful but didn't seem to be getting any
worse, it seemed to be very well lubricated probably by all the
cum being injected into it.  She could feel cum dribbling down
her legs from her asshole and each time a new cock went in there
was a loud squelching sound and she could feel cum being sprayed
out from her hole.  She was worried that some of the lubricant
might be blood but there was no way she could tell.   
Her vagina also hurt but after the first few cocks each new one
seemed to slip into her easily her passage was so thickly coated
with cum. A steady stream of cum was running from her opening
down the inside of her legs to the floor.
Angie's breasts were bruised from many hands pulling on them as
squeezing them.  Her nipples were worst as men rolled, pulled,
licked, sucked and bit on them all the time.  She was sure that
they were bleeding.
Angie hardly noticed the cocks going in and out of her holes as
she was struggling to stay alive from the fucking of her mouth. 
The roof of her mouth felt as though it was on fire from the
cocks being thrust against it, her tongue felt swollen and thick,
she could no longer move it out of the way of the penises
hammering into her mouth.  There was no way she could suck on a
cock as her swollen and bleeding lips were numb and she had no
control over them.  As she could not satisfy her 'lovers' by
sucking on their cocks, men were just using her mouth like a
cunt, holding her head with both hands and thrusting themselves
into her.  Angie's mouth was much too short for the full length
of a man's penis so they ended up ramming their cocks against the
tissues at the back of her throat.  This was the most painful
part of her body, it felt as though it was being ripped to shreds
and the swelling was making it difficult to breathe.
Worst of all was the endless stream of cum being pumped into her
mouth.  Several times between cocks she had vomited up cum from
her stomach this made her feel worse and now she desperately
tried to avoid swallowing cum, spitting it out when she could. 
Most of the time with a cock in her mouth she could not spit and
so ended up swallowing the stuff or trying to cough it up between
cocks.  
A steady stream of cum was running out of the sides of her mouth,
down her chin and neck to her breasts where most of the time it
was spread into a slimy slippery coating by the hands feeling her
tits.  In between hands she could feel it dripping off her
nipples.
To her relief, at the admonition of the lieutenant, some of the
men were pulling out of her mouth when they climaxed and spraying
cum on her face or hair.  Angie had never had a man do this to
her before, and if her husband had done that to her it would have
disgusted her and she would have refused to have sex with him for
months, but now she greeted it with joy as it meant that the cum
would not add to the load in her mouth.   There was thick strands
of cum all over her face and hair, she had difficulty in keeping
her eyes open as they were stuck up with cum, some ran down to
her nostrils so she had to keep snorting the keep her airways
clear.
Even so, anything was better than cum in her mouth.  Angie knew
now how she would die, she would drown in cum.  
After several hours and a hundred or so cocks, Angie knew that
her premonition would come true, she could no longer stay awake
or conscious, she kept drifting off into a dream about being on a
bus, only to be wakened into the horror of panic as she stopped
breathing and coughed and choked, desperately fighting to get air
into her lungs.  Her throat was so swollen that she could hardly
get air through even without the cum.  She was getting weaker and
it was taking her longer to clear her airways.  She knew that she
was dying but it hardly mattered, death would be better than
prolonging this agony.  The men fucking her took no notice of her
condition and just kept using her as a masturbation doll.
She was just about to get off the bus when she realized that
there was something wrong.  It had gone very quiet and there was
something missing.  She felt quite empty as though some vital
organ had been removed though a surgical procedure.  The pain was
terrible the anesthetic must be wearing off.  There was somebody
or something standing in front of her, she tried to look at it
but went into a coughing spasm, she tried to open her eyes but
couldn't.  She must be blind as well, what terrible road accident
had she been in.  Angie was very confused.
When the Commandant came on to the stage the men stopped shouting
and the auditorium became deathly silent.  It was 1am and they
knew that he had come to question the whore.  Those who had used
her felt contented, those who had not were anxious in case he
should stop the show.
The Commandant looked at the thing in the centre of the stage
with an expression of absolute disgust on his face.  He knew his
men were crude, uneducated pigs but how they could go on fucking
this thing he could not understand.  They were no longer having
sex with a woman but gratifying themselves in a mess of ejaculate
left by the men before them.
What had been an attractive woman was tied down on her hands and
knees like a cow in a milking stall.  He could see the cheeks of
her bare ass pushed obscenely up to make it available for anal
sex.  The skin was no longer the smooth pale gold of an Asian ass
but covered in blue black bruises from many thrusting hips, white
cum was smeared all over them.  The delicate puckered pink flower
of Angie's anus was now a gaping open raw and bloody hole big
enough to take the beer bottle they had started with on her cunt.
 Out of it were running lumps and long strands of creamy white
cum stained red with blood.
Another stream of cum was issuing continuously from the thing's
vagina which was now a long gaping slit, the lips seemed to have
been pulled out in some way so they now hung raggedly each side
of the hole.
There were great puddles of cum all over the floor and it was
spread all around through the footmarks of men who had been
standing in it while they queued up waiting for their turn at the
whore.  
He walked around to stand at the other end of the thing, the end
which used to be a pretty made up face and long black hair.  His
stomach turned and he almost retched at the sight.  His face
contorted and he looked away.  "How many men so far?" he murmured
to the lieutenant.  "233" was the proud response.
There was even more cum spread around the floor at this end, the
Commandant wondered why this should be as surely the other end
had twice as many men.  He could see that much of it had been
vomited up as there were traces of food.  Not food some stinking
brown stuff.  Then he remembered she had been forced to eat her
own shit, it was a mixture of shit and cum on the floor.  He took
a step backward. 
He couldn't see the thing's face through the mess of white cum
covering it and dripping down in long strands from its chin and
breasts.   The cum was stained with brown shit and streaks of
blood as it drooled out of the sides of its mouth.  The creature
had become aware of him and started coughing up lumps of foul
slime.  It was trying to look at him but its eyes were gummed up
with cum.
"Clean its face."  He ordered the lieutenant.  
When the water hit her face Angie felt quite indignant, what were
they doing to her now, what sort of a hospital was this! 
Somebody was wiping her eyes with a cloth.  She blinked.  They
were full of something sticky.  More water and more wiping.  She
managed to open them and immediately they became wide with
terror, she knew that man.  He must be the devil and she must be
in hell.  She knew she feared and hated him but didn't know why.
Then slowly she remembered and the pain and misery came back to
her.
The Commandant sneered at her.  "What a mess you are Angie.  It
is one o'clock and you have another six hours to go.  I do not
think that you will survive tonight.  A pity but then we will
have your breasts, cunt and asshole preserved in the Trophy Room
so you will still serve some useful purpose."
"Unless of course, you want to tell me where to find Juan?" he
added in a quiet tone.
"Find Juan?" Angie croaked hoarsely spluttering cum at the
Commandant.
"Yes.  Do you know somebody who can take us too him?"  The
Commandant snapped.  "Yes Juan.Yes I can.  Please stop them. I
know who. Please take me where?"  She grunted incoherently.
The Commandant smiled.  "I will allow you 1 hour to get cleaned
up and then you will take me to this man.  If you fail I will let
the men have your for another 10 hours.  You will not survive
this.  You will take me to the man?"
Angie managed to make a hissing noise which sounded like "Yesss"
before passing out.
She came too in the bath in Ella's room.  Ella had been horrified
at what they had brought to her and now all the cum had been
washed off she was inspecting the girl for damage.  Her breasts
were badly bruised and had blue contusions in the shape of
fingers all over them, her nipples were raw and bleeding slightly
but these would recover in a few days she thought.
Angie's lips were swollen and bruised but there appeared to be no
permanent damage to her mouth.  Her anus would never fully
recover; it had been over stretched and would probably be a
gaping hole for the rest of her life.  There was some bleeding
from it but not enough to suggest major damage.
The area that worried Ella most was Angie's vagina.  Her lips
seemed to have been pulled out and were very swollen, somehow it
made her sexual organ look more obscene.  Also her clitoris was
very swollen and was hanging out of her vagina.  Ella thought
that these changes might be permanent, but her biggest concern
was the amount of blood coming from Angie's fuck hole.  It was
staining the bathwater bright red.
Now that Angie was conscious again, Ella tried to reassure her
that she was alright, saying the there was no permanent damage to
her and asking if she was in pain.  Angie managed to indicate
with her hands that all her holes were in pain.  Ella asked her
about her vagina saying that there was a lot of blood coming from
it.  Angie managed to croak "Period.'  Ella almost laughed with
relief.  After all she had been through the silly girl was
menstruating, there couldn't be too much wrong with her.  She
will never enjoy sex with a man again she thought, but then maybe
with the gentle ministrations of another woman Angie would
recover.

Prisoner
Angie sat in the back seat of the open jeep next to the
Commandant.  With her hair washed and brushed, hanging over much
of her face at first glance she looked normal.  Closer inspection
would have revealed her puffy lips and the empty blank stare of
her eyes.  It was pitch black at 3am in the morning.  Behind the
jeep there was a convoy of military trucks with grinding gears
and whining transmission as they carried armed and helmeted
soldiers through the dark town.
It was so gloomy, Angie had difficulty in identifying the house
that Juan had showed her, but then she was sure.
They dragged from the house in his pajamas and Angie saw that he
was the man the Juan had said would take her to his hideout.  "Is
that him?" the Commandant murmured to her.  When she nodded, he
issued orders.  The man was to be taken into custody immediately,
his wife and any children would be allowed to dress before
accompanying him.  Nobody would be left in the house.

Shame
It was 10am on Sunday morning, and Angie was still exhausted when
was taken to Ella's room again.  Ella spent longer than usual
caring for Angie, she had been told to make the American girl
look good and to make her wear a dress which unbuttoned down the
front, with white underwear.  For some reason the Commandant had
been delighted to learn that Angie was menstruating.
Angie's breasts were still very tender as she put on a white bra.
 To prevent the small amount of blood seeping from Angie's
cracked nipples staining the bra she put a pad into each of the
cups.
There was also blood leaking from Angie's anus and Ella put a
tampon into the gaping hole of her rectum to prevent blood
staining her white panties.  There was so much blood issuing from
her vagina that Ella had to use both a tampon and a heavy duty
sanitary napkin to soak it up.
As Angie no longer had a dress which unbuttoned down the front,
Ella had borrowed one from a friend.  It was about two sizes too
small for Angie and the result was that she seemed to be bursting
out of it at the bust and it was so tight around her ass that the
outline of the pad could be seen.
Angie was taken into the Interrogation Room which was very large
and to her surprise contained about 30 men seated facing a
spotlighted dais with a whiteboard and other presentation tools.
She had thought that interrogation would involve just one or two
men, but she was to learn that the Commandant's methods required
many men.
The Commandant greeted her and led her up on to the dais to face
the seated men.  He explained that Angie would be a key member of
the interrogation team so she was here to learn of the approach
they would take.  His devious mind had been hard at work.  His
main objective, well not quite his main objective, was to
persuade the prisoner that Angie had given them to take them to
Juan's hideout.  If this failed he had a fallback plan involving
Angie. 
More importantly he wanted to further exploit Angie's assets for
additional DVD's.  The first one had been enormously successful.
It had already made him enough pay off his superiors with ample
left for him to retire on.  He knew that the DVD's of last
night's entertainment would make him considerably more, but he
wanted to be a very very rich man.  Angie was becoming a cult sex
object in the pornographic movie market and he was sure that she
had a great deal of mileage to go before she was completely used
up.  The Interrogation Room was of course covered with several
concealed video cameras to provide further entertainment for the
jaded tastes of the Western World.
The lieutenant had assured him that Angie was totally broken and
would be compliant to anything he wanted, but now was the time to
establish whether this was correct. 
Facing the audience he put his arm around Angie and casually
squeezed her left breast in his hand.  Angie winced and let out a
cry of pain.  The Commandant appeared to be very concerned,
exclaiming "Oh are you in pain my dear?  Did the brutes hurt your
breasts last night?"
Angie nodded shamefacedly.  "That is terrible; I shall ensure
that the men who did it are punished.  Let me look at them so I
can see that you are being properly cared for.  Take your dress
off dear."  Angie stared at him with a hopeless look on her face.
 He was starting again; he just wanted to make her strip in front
of these men.  What about her pads, if she took her dress off
they would all see her pads through her panties and worse there
might be blood from her period.
Her hands trembled as she fumbled with the buttons down the front
of the white dress. It was so small that the stretched fabric
made it difficult to undo.  As each button came undone, her
neckline gaped open as her breasts pushed the material apart. 
Her head hung in shame, Angie looked down at her bra covered
breasts.  The outlines of the pads showed through the bra making
her breasts look misshapen.
After undoing the lowest button at her waist, Angie had to ease
the tight dress over her hips to get it off and let it drop to
the floor.  She stood there facing her audience in her white bra
and panties, acutely aware of the pad in her panties and
wondering if any blood was showing through.
The look on Angie's face was one of such resignation and
emptiness that the Commandant spoke to her in an almost gentle
voice saying "The bra, Angie."
She looked at him with a fleeting expression of cold hatred,
parting her lips and clenching her teeth before closing her eyes,
grimacing and obediently reaching behind her back to undo the
clips of her bra.
As she let her bra drop, the nipple pads fluttered free and
floated to the ground showing brown blood stains against the
white material.  There were some guffaws from the audience at the
pads and Angie's battered breasts.
The Commandant looked at her breasts, and for a moment there was
an expression of genuine concern on his face.  The brutes had
made a mess of her tits, whatever had they been trying to do to
her, milk her?  They seemed to have lost their shape and looked
pulpy covered with blue black bruises.  Her nipples were worst
red, cracked and torn with dark marks around them where many
teeth had bitten them. Blood was still seeping from the deepest
cracks.  The Commandant was at a loss for words but recovered
himself by swallowing and muttering in a croaky voice "panties."
He stood back so that the audience could get a clear view of
Angie taking her panties off.  She stared at the Commandant with
a long look and then started to ease her panties off at the hips.
 Once they were over her hips they stuck on the pad between her
legs.  She had a choice of opening her legs and letting the pad
go down to her ankles with her panties or freeing the panties
from the pad with her legs still together.  Angie chose the
latter, why should she give them a free view of her bloody
vagina.
With her panties around her ankles Angie assumed that she must
look pretty silly with a big sanitary pad stuck between her legs.
 The Commandant solved her problem for her by telling her to open
her legs.  Angie stepped out of her panties and opened her legs
to the audience, but the pad did not come free and stayed stuck
obscenely over her vagina.
With a look of genuine distaste the Commandant bent over to pull
the pad free.  It was soaking in red menstrual blood and the
Commandant screwed up his face in disgust as he waved it in front
of the audience before dropped it into a rubbish bin.  Even he
didn't want such a thing in the Trophy Room, although later it
ended up there.
He noticed some string hanging out of Angie's vagina and pointed
this out to her telling her to remove it.  She gave out a loud
sigh, what could be more humiliating for a woman than to be
forced to pull out a blood soaked tampon in front of a male
audience.  She bent forward, with her battered breasts dangling,
to look between her legs for the small string and pulled on it. 
The tampon slid out easily as it was completely soaked in blood.
She looked for the bin and walked awkwardly across the stage to
dispose of the horrible thing.  She thought "there can't be much
worse things that can be done to me", but as she had bent over
the Commandant saw the string hanging out of her anus.
He made her bend over with her ass to the audience while he
pulled out the remaining tampon, which was only slightly stained.
 Throughout the audience had been quiet apart from the occasional
ribald remark.  They had never seen anything so amazing before. 
For most of them it was their first encounter with the most
secret of female mysteries, menstruation and to see it displayed
publicly for all to see was incredible to them.  What stories
they would tell when they got back to their barracks.  They
couldn't wait to get some of the photographs that they knew were
being taken of Angie's shame.
The Commandant thanked, Angie and said that they would get on
with the briefing.  She bent to pick up her bra and panties, but
he stopped her saying that he would not like her pretty underwear
and dress to get soiled during the briefing so she should stay as
she was until they had finished.
So for the next hour, Angie had to stand on that stage listening
to instructions with more than half her mind concentrating on the
trickle of blood running done the inside of her leg onto the
floor.  The audience had similar problems in concentrating as
they were fascinated by the red liquid slowing dribbling out of
the whore's cunt.

The plan
The Commandant launched into a long lecture in Spanish which
Angie could not follow.  Then he started to draw pornographic
pictures on the whiteboard which were very graphic and quite
clear to her, especially as he labeled them in both Spanish and
English.  They consisted mainly of penises penetrating parts of a
woman's body in a variety of ways, but included some horrible
images of parts of a woman's body being cut open or cut off.
With her thoughts focused on the blood between her legs, Angie
had no idea what he was carrying on about, until he explained to
her in English.
They had already subjected the prisoner to intensive
interrogation including torture and buggery, but the man had
proved to be very tough and resilient, so far he had told them
nothing.  He had a wife and two children, both girls, which they
were quite sure they could use to break him.
The Commandant explained that it was very important that they
managed to break the prisoner that day, before Juan heard of the
man's capture.  If they failed he would give the prisoner's wife
and daughters to the men that night.  He would not limit the time
the men would have with them, so they would be used continually
until eventually they died of exhaustion or whatever the men
might decide to do with them.  The girls were young and he didn't
think they would last the night and he knew that Angie would not
want any woman to suffer such a death, especially two innocent
young virgins. Moreover the prisoner would be forced to watch the
suffering of his family in a final attempt to break him. After
they were gone, the prisoner would be shot.  Of course, if the
prisoner helped them capture Juan, he and his family would be set
free and Angie herself would be sent back to America, which would
be a bonus for her wouldn't it.
Angie despaired at the thought of two young girls having to go
through what she had the previous night and would do anything she
could to help them, but couldn't see how she would be involved.
The Commandant told her she could make a great contribution to
the welfare of the girls as Angie would be the main inquisitor.
This shocked and bewildered Angie, she could not understand how
she could interrogate the man, especially as she didn't even
speak Spanish.  Then the Commandant explained his Machiavellian
scheme.  Angie would direct the torture.  He gave her a long
pointer which she had to use to indicate the woman she wanted
tortured, then she had to point to the whiteboard to show the
type of torture and hold up her fingers to indicate the amount of
torture.  While she did this they would continually ask the
prisoner for the location of Juan's hideout until he broke down.

Angie suddenly realized why there were so many men in the room. 
They were not interrogators but merely carriers of cocks to be
used on the prisoner's family.
Before bringing in the prisoner, he indicated that Angie should
get dressed.  She looked around in desperation, in some vain hope
that Ella might be there with some pads.  She couldn't get
dressed without pads.  She looked at the Commandant appealingly,
despite her rage she couldn't stop tears forming in her eyes. 
"Can I have some sanitary napkins please?" she whispered weakly,
hoping that the audience could not hear her.  The Commandant
simply ignored her request.
Reluctantly, Angie picked up her white bra, put it around her
with the clips at the front, fastened it, and twisted it around
until the cups were under her bruised breasts, put her arms
through the shoulder straps and pulled it into position over her
breasts.  Then she had the indignity of having to adjust her
breasts in the bra in front of an audience again, as she pulled
each cup out and pushed her breast into a more comfortable
position.
There was blood running down the inside of her leg and she had to
clean it somehow before putting on her panties.  She bent over
and picked up the breast pads off the floor and used one to wipe
the blood from the inside of her leg.  Then she put the other in
her vagina and wiped it pushing the pad into remove as much blood
as she could.  As she did this she was very aware of the 30 or so
male eyes watching every move she made.
She picked up her white panties off the floor and put them on
carefully to avoid staining them with any traces of blood.  She
did this automatically even though she knew they would have new
blood on them in minutes.  Then she put the white dress back on
and she was ready.

Interrogation
She hardly recognized the man she had betrayed when they brought
him in.  He had been an upright grey haired man in his fifties,
now he seemed to be very old and stooped with patches of hair
missing exposing his scalp.  He stumbled between his guards bent
over with his legs and arms in chains.  They made him stand to
one side of the dais and as he looked up he saw Angie standing
there in her white dress.  He stared her with such hatred that it
made her physically recoil.  
Then they brought in his family.  His wife was plump and middle
aged, but you could see that she had once been as pretty as her
daughters; one of whom looked about 17 fully grown as a woman but
still with the slightness and fragility of youth, the other just
entering puberty with the hips of a boy but with the shape of
newly forming breasts showing through her dress.  Angie thought
that she might be about 13 or 14.  All three women looked
petrified. 
When he saw his wife and children enter the room, the man let out
a terrible moan and tried to bang his head with his chains 
For about 10 minutes the Commandant harangued the prisoner in
Spanish, before telling Angie to start the torture.
Her mind was spinning, although she had just exposed the details
of her menstruation to this room full of men, for some reason she
was filled with anxiety at the thought that at any moment her
white dress might start to show red blood stains to everybody. 
At the same time she had to try to help this poor man and these
innocent women.  She had to get the man to betray Juan as soon as
possible.  She could not explain her reasons to him as he did not
speak English, so she had to torture his family in a way which
would cause the man to break down and at the same time hurt the
three women waiting for her decision as little as possible.
She must start with his wife; she could not inflict sexual
torture on these young girls.  She pointed to the picture on the
white board of a woman being undressed with the word 'Strip'
alongside and then pointed to the middle aged woman.  The
Commandant gabbled in Spanish and two men pulled the woman on to
the platform and started ripping her clothes off.  The prisoner
just stared at Angie with a look so baleful that she thought that
he would kill her with his bare hands if it were not for the
chains.  If only she could explain to him.
The woman screamed and struggled as the men tore at her clothing.
 She tried to bite one of her guards until she was slapped in the
face.  Angie couldn't help thinking "I didn't scream and struggle
did I.  I just did what they told me and stripped for them.  I
should have screamed.  They will rape her and there is nothing
she can do about it, but at least by fighting them she will know
that she is not a slut and that she tried to stop them.  I didn't
even try.  Maybe I really wanted them to do it to me.
Under her dress the woman wore very large and old fashioned
underwear.  Soon her bra was off revealing two large white
breasts drooping so that the nipples pointed down.  The woman's
whole body sagged including the layers of fat around her middle.
Once her panties were off, she stopped struggling and just moaned
to herself, as her sex was displayed to the room.  
The prisoner, looked hurt and in pain.  He was closing his eyes
and muttering to himself.  The Commandant kept questioning him
but he just shook his head and looked at the floor.  It was
apparent that undressing his wife would not get him to breakdown
and Angie desperately tried to think of what else she could do. 
The woman had to be raped.  She pointed to the picture of a cock
going into a woman's vagina, pointed to the man's wife and
letting out a deep sigh she held up five fingers.
Angie saw the wife watching her actions with her mouth open as if
she could not believe that another woman would behave like this.
The prisoner's hatred was also directed at her rather than the
Commandant, as it was she ordered his wife to be raped by five
men.
Angie could hardly bear to watch the rape; it was very sordid,
with cocks going easily into the woman's vagina as she was held
naked and spread-eagled on a table.  There didn't even seem to be
much pleasure in it for the men doing the job, they just grunted
and made noises as they came inside the baby stretched cunt.
The prisoner refused to watch so the Commandant had men hold his
head up facing his wife.  Then he closed his eyes tightly shut,
so the Commandant had sticky tape put on his eyelids to hold them
open.  This way he was forced to view the spectacle of his wife's
debasement, but still he didn't give in.
"Maybe he doesn't love her."  Angie thought as the last man
completed his task, leaving the woman lying with her legs open,
he vagina dribbling cum as she moaned quietly to herself.  It had
to be the daughters then.  Angie couldn't bear to see the younger
girl raped, at least the older girl may have had some sexual
experience, she thought. 
Having seen what had happened to her mother, the older daughter
did not struggle but just cried as she was undressed.  Her body
was slim and attractive with firm breasts and rounded hips.  All
the men in the audience seemed very appreciative of her and were
hoping that they would get to enjoy this young girl. The prisoner
seemed very distraught at having to watch his eldest daughter
stripped naked for a male audience and knowing what would happen
to her next.  Despite himself he looked at Angie hoping that she
would spare his daughter being forced to have her first sexual
experience in the hands of these rough soldiers while providing
entertainment for a room full of men. 
Angie saw him looking at her.  She had to shock him into giving
in, or it would get worse and worse.  Staring him straight in the
eyes she pointed to the picture of a cock in a vagina, then to
the elder daughter and then slowly and very deliberately held up
the fingers of both hands.  Surely he would collapse at having
his daughter raped by 10 men in front of him.
The prisoner's mouth spasmed into a snarl as he saw what she had
chosen for his beloved daughter.  Then he spat at Angie and
shouted at her in guttural Spanish.  The Commandant was very
amused by the proceedings; it was all going very well.
The girl did scream and struggle as she was held down on the
table and her legs opened to the men watching intently   He pink
vagina looked very chaste and her screams were ear splitting as
the first cock penetrated her.  She had been a virgin and there
was much bleeding from her ruptured hymen.  The ten men assigned
to the girl were much too enthusiastic at their task to worry
about a little blood.  
Watching the unfortunate girl's bleeding, Angie remembered her
own condition and felt the wetness in her panties.  She wondered
if it was showing through her dress, but didn't dare look.  In
any case nobody was interested in her at this time.
When they had finished with her, the girl lay very pale and
still.  Angie thought that she must have passed out from the
shock of so many cocks in her.  The man had still not betrayed
Juan despite his obvious agony at seeing his daughter defiled. 
How could she get him to see sense?  She could have the youngest
daughter raped by twenty men, but would that make any
difference.
Suddenly she was angry.  Angry with herself at what she was doing
and the slut she had become; angry with the Commandant for
forcing her into this situation and angry with the man for not
giving in, while is family was ruined in front of his eyes.  All
men were the same, all they cared for was themselves and their
cocks, this man didn't deserve to have a wife and children, in
any case his wife was a whore the way she let those men fuck
her.
She would shock him into giving in. She waited until the prisoner
was looking at her and then with a distorted smile on her face
pointed to his wife and then slowly and deliberately pointed to
the picture showing a woman's breast with a knife cutting the
nipple off.
The prisoner let out a howl of outrage and lunged at Angie.  He
caught his guards off balance and almost reached the platform,
but fell flat on the floor before he got to her.  His guards
dragged him to his feet by his chains and gratuitously kneed him
in the stomach.
His wife had been bending over his daughter nursing her after her
ordeal and did not know what Angie had ordered. Angie herself
felt sick at her actions despite her seething anger.  They would
not do it, he would stop them.  It was just a threat to get the
man to see reason; no person could possibly inflict that upon a
woman.  Then she remembered the whore who had her breasts cut
off.  Surely it was inconceivable that they would do such a thing
to the woman.
Two men grasped the wife by both arms and pulled her off her
daughter.  She looked helpless as they held her up in front of
her husband.  Her nudity was not sexy but merely pathetic with
her rolls of flabby fat sagging down in pale unsightly lumps. 
She was alarmed but clearly had no idea what was in store for
her.  Her husband knew and was crying for her in anguish begging
for her forgiveness.
Two men took hold of the woman pushing her chest out towards her
husband.  The third, held her left breast in his hand, and then
lifted its weight until her nipple pointed out. Calmly he took
out a barber's razor and put the blade under her nipple while he
pulled on the nipple with his other hand.  He looked up at the
Commandant.  Now the woman understood what was happening and
struggled with all her might, letting out a piercing scream
almost drowning out the babble from her husband.  The Commandant
asked him one more time for the location of Juan's hideout.  Then
he nodded at the soldier with the razor.
The razor sliced through her breast like a butcher cutting pork
as the man cut her nipple off in a single movement.   Blood
poured out of the wound and down the woman's body and she
screamed from the agonizing pain.  Holding the severed nipple in
his hand the man walked over to the prisoner with a big grin on
his face and reached out to put it to the prisoner's mouth.  He
spat it out as though it was venom. Still smiling the man picked
it up and placed the nipple in a jar of liquid to preserve it for
the Trophy Room. There was pandemonium in the room with the
screams of the wife, combining with those of her daughters and a
loud braying sound from the prisoner.  
Angie couldn't believe what they had done to the woman; it was
the most horrible thing that she had ever witnessed.  What was
worse was that it was her fault.  
The soldiers managed to stop the bleeding from the woman's breast
with pads and tapes.  The poor woman had subsided into sobs of
pain and shock from the mutilation she had suffered.  Otherwise
it had gone strangely quiet in the room as everybody looked at
Angie to see what terrible thing she would order next.
Angie felt strangely calm.  If she failed to make the prisoner
reveal the location of the hideout, all three women would die a
terrible death.  She had no choice but to proceed.
She looked at the youngest daughter and pointed to her before
pointing to the 'Strip' picture.  This is what most of the men in
the room had been waiting for.  It was exciting to them to see a
girl in puberty stripped and assaulted, she would be the most
delicious of the three women, possibly better even than the
American whore.
The young girl looked innocent and bewildered as they brought her
to stand under the spotlights.  Instead of ordering her to be
undressed, the Commandant spoke to the girl in Spanish and she
slowly began to undress herself.  She undid her white blouse and
took it off carefully placing it on the chair beside her, and
then she undid the button of her pleated skirt and unzipped it. 
After she stepped out of it she hung it beside her blouse.  Her
underwear consisted of a pair of blue knickers and a white vest.
She had not yet been fitted with her first bra.
She looked appealingly at the Commandant before taking off the
vest to reveal her slim body with two budding young breasts
capped with delicate pink nipples.  At last she started to cry as
she pulled her knickers down and stepped out of them.  She had a
light fluffy down of pubic hairs that did not conceal her virgin
slit.  At the Commandant's instruction she turned to face her
audience stood there alone, naked and revealed by the harsh glare
of the lights.
There was complete silence as the men enjoyed the exhibition and
then gradually transferred their attention to Angie hoping that
she would indicate that the girl should be fucked by 30 men.
Angie spoke coarsely to the Commandant.  "Tell him he has to tell
where Juan is, or I will destroy his youngest daughter."  As the
Commandant spoke to him, the prisoner just looked at Angie
shaking his head.  The Commandant said "I am sorry Angie, but he
still refuses."
Angie pointed to the girl and then pointed to the white board
choosing the worst of all the images that of a woman's breast
being severed from her body.
There was an audible gasp from around the room.  This was one of
the worst things that could be done to a woman and could well
result in her bleeding to death.  To do this to such a young girl
with newly forming breasts was cruel indeed.
The prisoner could not believe his eyes.  He just stood silent
and open mouthed.
Four men took hold of the tiny fragile body and held the girl so
she could not move.  The man with the razor positioned her so
that her father would get the clearest view.  He took hold of one
of the little girl's nipples and pulled on it so her tiny breast
was pulled out.  He placed the razor under her breast and slowly
began to cut upward.
The prisoner shouted something which made the razor man stop just
as blood started to dribble from a small cut under the girl's
breast.  His eyes rolling madly the prisoner started to gabble to
the Commandant, whose face twisted into a tiny mean smile.

Sentence
Angie had six days of respite in her cell while they went to
capture Juan.  Each day Ella bathed, nursed and fondled her which
assisted in her recovery.  On the seventh day the Commandant came
to her cell.
Her mind was in turmoil as she wondered whether her beloved Juan
was dead or captured.  "Unfortunately my dear he escaped" were
the Commandants first words.  Angie's immediate reaction was one
of relief followed by anxiety as to what would happen to her now.
 The Commandant saw the look on her face and said "Yes my dear it
is lucky for Juan but very unlucky for you.  Now you will have to
stay with us and provide entertainment for many months, perhaps
years."  Privately he was thinking that he would continue to use
her at least until he retired.  The demand for her DVD's was
insatiable and the web site was getting tens of thousands of hits
each day, thousands of new members were signing up at a high
price for the privilege of accessing video and photos of Angie,
as well as web cams.  Surprisingly, the sound of her moaning as
she was triple fucked was very popular.  He had many interesting
sexual experiments he wanted to try out on her, but he would be
careful to ensure that she was not damaged the way she had been
on her first appearance in the Theatre Room.
He explained to Angie "Before I left, I arranged for videos of
you to be distributed to the townsfolk through my friend the
mayor.  The video is very interesting; it starts with you sucking
my cock, carefully edited to show how much you are enjoying your
task.  The viewers cannot see my face only that you are providing
gratification for a military man, but of course you can be
clearly identified as it is difficult for a woman to suck cock
without showing her face.
Most of the video is of your opening performance in the Theatre
Room.  I am sure you remember your behavior my dear, no editing
was required at all, as you are so clearly enthusiastic as you
strip in front of such a large male audience.  The highlight is
your orgasm with your finger in your cunt, to the accompaniment
of much moaning and groaning. None of the townsfolk will have
ever seen a woman do this let alone on stage in front of 400
men."
"By now most of the men in the town and many of the women will
have enjoyed your show and will be filled with loathing at the
disgusting slag you are Angie, the women will be ashamed that you
are female and the men will know that you are only fit for use as
a cum receptacle, like an old condom in a sewer.  They hate the
military in the Town and knowing that you performed for the
pleasure of soldiers will only make them despise you more."
"However, I am sure that you will be pleased to learn that I have
kept my promise to let the man who you betrayed to us return to
his home in the Town along with his wife and daughters. 
Unfortunately his wife is slightly less female than she was when
you first met her Angie.  I understand that the elder daughter
has not spoken a word since you arranged for her to be raped by
ten men and the younger daughter crouches in a corner of the room
crying all day long.  I am sure that most of the people in town
know of your contribution to the unfortunate condition of this
family dear Angie and I expect that they will let you know their
opinion of you when they see you next."
"Which will be tomorrow, as I have decided to make you available
to the Townsfolk for five days in each week.  This will continue
indefinitely unless Juan comes to rescue you and we capture him.
You will have two days of rest, Wednesday and Sunday.  You will
need this time off your sexual duties in the town as I will make
you available to my men in the Theatre Room every Tuesday and
Saturday evening from 7pm to 1am.
I do not wish to see you die quickly, Angie, so I have arranged
for you to have personal bodyguards who will protect you from any
man from the town or garrison who is overenthusiastic and may
cause you permanent damage.  Of course most of the attention you
receive will be sexual and there will be some unavoidable wear
and tear to your body, but the guard will ensure your survival. 
Your bodyguard will have special privileges to access your
services outside normal hours and Ella will continue to care for
you in her own special way."
The Commandant was delighted at the way things had turned out. 
With luck the woman could last years of sexual abuse and
exposure.  He was sure that many of her fans would be interested
to view her gradual deterioration through over-use of her sexual
organs.  He would arrange for her to have weekly checkups with
the garrison doctor to ensure that she was kept healthy, He was
very strict with his men about sexually transmitted diseases and
he was sure that they were clean.  The town was also generally
clean as it was such an isolated community, so her main risk
would be from visitors to the town who would no doubt wish to use
her services.  The woman was on the pill so an unwanted pregnancy
was unlikely.
Everywhere she went would be videoed and much of it broadcast
live on the web site.  Ella's fond attentions had been a source
of pleasure to many already.  It was strange the way that so many
men liked to see a lesbian fondling another woman.  Many would
enjoy watching Angie undergoing her weekly medical examination as
there was a camera hidden above the examination table so that
when the poor woman's legs were in the stirrups she would be
fully displayed to her public.  He had even arranged for a video
off-take from the doctors instruments which would be inserted
deep into her vagina.  It should make interesting viewing.
Most of all he was looking forward to viewing the modifications
he had made to the shelter in the town square.  It now had live
video from several locations and included infra-red lighting and
cameras for night viewing.  He was sure that the men in the town
would not hesitate to use Angie in a variety of ways now that she
was so universally despised.
Angie was speechless; she had been sentenced to sexual abuse in
public for the rest of her life.

The Square
She slept badly that night, worrying about the next day.  It had
been terrible before to be exhibited in that public square, but
at least the towns-folk had stayed away and she had just had to
put up with the attentions of the soldiers.  She prayed that the
good people of the Town would continue to stay away and leave her
tied up but alone.  This would be bearable, although she would
still have to entertain the soldiers twice a week.  Surely the
women of the Town would not let their men use her sexually even
if they did hate her; some must remember that she was a friend of
Juan's.  Then she thought of how she had betrayed Juan and worse
still helped to force his man to reveal Juan's hideout.  Perhaps
the Towns people would be cruel to her.  She dreaded what might
happen.
Ella made her make-up and dress like a hooker with a completely
see-thru bra and crutch-less see-thru panties.  Over this she
wore a clinging white t-shirt with a low neckline showing off her
cleavage and a very short pleated white cotton skirt with a
floral patter in reds and greens.  When Angie looked in the
mirror, she saw that the material of her top was so thin that it
molded completely to the shape of her breast and her pointed
nipples could be seen through it as two dark circles.  The skirt
was so short as to allow her panties to be seen as she walked. 
On her feet she wore white shoes with very high heels.
Her escort did not touch her in the jeep, which was some relief
to Angie.  The relief quickly turned to anxiety as they
approached the town square.  The streets were filled with people
who stared at her or shook their fists, shouting in Spanish.  To
her horror some of the shop windows they passed had large posters
displayed containing various image of her undressing on the
Theatre Room stage.  Some showed her breasts and to her utmost
dismay some showed her completely nude with her hand touching her
pubic area.  The worst poster did not show her body at all but
just a huge close-up of Angie's face in a look of obviously
orgasmic ecstasy.  The text on the posters was apparent even to
Angie's limited Spanish.  The words she recognized were "Angie",
"Americano", "puta" and "10am".  As they passed the town hall she
saw the town clock, it read 9.55.
The jeep could only move slowly into the square as it was
completely filled with people.  Angie thought that there must be
over a thousand.  She remembered that Juan had told her that the
town had a population of 3, 400 so it was quite possible that
more than a thousand of them had turned out to see the American
puta pay for her crimes.  Angie cringed in the back seat of the
jeep.  For once she was glad to have soldiers on either side of
her as they shielded her from some of the spitting, reaching
hands, and angry insults. She was more frightened by the crowd
than anything she had experienced.  They would tear her to shreds
and four guards would not be able to protect her once she was out
of the jeep.
The jeep's path was blocked and it stopped surrounded by a sea of
people, it could go no further.  The soldiers looked very worried
at having to go the remaining 300 yards on foot. One of them
fired his rifle into the air with an ear splitting boom.  The
crowd parted to let them out of the jeep.  Two soldiers dragged
Angie out of the jeep and the crowd closed around them.  The
noise was deafening with shouts of "puta' and other insults. 
Angie was in a blind panic as her guards pulled her through the
great waving angry storm of people.  She could feel hands
touching at her pulling at her clothes, grabbing her breasts,
pinching her bottom, clawing for her crutch.  She felt her shirt
rip as somebody grabbed at her neckline and pulled it down, so
that her bra covered breast was exposed.  Other hands were trying
to pull the shirt up to get it off her.  A hand was holding the
bottom of her shirt so hard it was stopping her moving forward. 
Her escort pulled hard on her arms to free her and the shirt
ripped at the shoulder seam, then it parted completely and she
felt the t-shirt pulled off her as it was left behind in the
hands of a souvenir hunter.  
Now Angie only had the thin transparent bra covering her breasts
but worse they were lifting up her skirt and pulling at her
panties.  The cotton skirt was ripping as well as it was pulled
in several directions by four or five pairs of hands.  She felt
the waistband give and then her skirt tore loose from her to be
ripped to shreds behind her.
Now she was trapped in this vengeful crowd dressed only in her
bra, panties and high heels.  Soon these would be ripped from her
and she would be naked.  Another shot from her escort, and to her
relief the crowd to drew back from her.  In some ways this was
worse as the space around her enabled the men in the crowd to get
a clearer view of her state of undress and she could see them
greedily looking her up and down as they became more excited and
lusted after the American bitch.  She could not cover or protect
herself as her arms were being held by her escort as they tried
to drag her toward the centre of the square.
The mob stayed back watching her until a small boy ran out from
the edge of the crowd and ducking to avoid the soldiers grabbed
at Angie's panties.  He chortled with glee as the thin garment
tore and he ran to safety clutching her panties, which were
immediately torn as men sought pieces of the whore's intimate
underclothing, to smell and boast about.
Now she only had her bra and her sex was exposed.  Excited by the
boy's actions the crowed surged forward towards her and as they
crashed into Angie somebody grabbed her bra.  She stumbled and
felt the bra straps and catch break and she knew that it too was
gone.  Now she was naked and she could feel hands pulling at her
tits and groping for her vagina.
In an effort to rescue her one of her guards lunged for her but
was pushed by the crowd and went down under a sea of people. 
Then suddenly she was completely surrounded by jeering, spitting
people, pulling at her sex from all directions.  Fingers had
penetrated into her vagina and sharp fingernails were ripping
into her.  Then her feet left the ground and she felt herself
being carried, lifted high by many hands, some hanging on to her
by her breasts.
Now they held her horizontally facing upwards, she could feel the
wet mucous hitting her body as they spat at her.  Her face and
breasts seemed to be their main target.  Then she felt hands
pulling on her legs to part them.  She began to panic as her legs
were pulled wide open by many hands, so wide that she was afraid
that they would come out of their sockets and that she would be
torn apart.
Her vagina was now completely opened exposed and vulnerable to
the crowd.  Then she felt something huge and hard being thrust
into her, already penetrating deep into her.  She opened her
mouth to scream and somebody deliberately spat deep into her
mouth, making her choke before swallowing their foul tasting
lumps of phlegm.  The pain was excruciating and she could feel
her body splitting her in two.  Then there was a great roar and
blackness.
The next thing that Angie knew was that she was being carried
over a man's shoulder up on to the platform in the centre of the
square.  He dumped her crumpled body in the centre of the
platform and went to help his comrades knock down people trying
to climb up to get at Angie.
Still groggy, Angie turned over on to her back and saw herself
lying naked above her.  For a moment she thought that she was
dead and having an 'out of body' experience but then she
understood that she was looking at a mirrored ceiling that had
been installed over the original podium.  She had no doubt that
the mirrors concealed cameras which were photographing her at
this very moment.  She automatically covered her breasts with one
arm and her crutch with her other hand, not that it really made
any difference, it was a bit late to be modest, she thought.  She
felt bruised and hurt from being pulled and pinched by so many
hands.  Her vagina hurt from whatever they had tried to insert
into her and she was still petrified by the sound of the angry
mob, shouting at her from all directions.
After lying there for a while, the noise seemed to subside. As
they had the crowd under control, one of the soldiers came to
deal with Angie and he pulled her to her feet.  Now she could see
that the original podium had been greatly heightened, which made
it easier for her guard to defend, while allowing her to be
clearly seen from the furthest corners of the square.
Also several pieces of equipment had been installed, including,
her heart sank, a solid looking table and a bed.  She was under
no illusions as to what they would be used for.  A huge crowd was
all around her stretching to the edge of the square and into the
side streets.  Every face was turned to look at her.  The women's
eyes were filled with hatred and vengeance, but she could see
that the men's eyes were filled with lust.
The soldier walked her to the edge of the platform facing the
main part of the crowd, where there were two posts about three
feet apart.  Angie grimaced when she saw the wrist and leg chains
attached to the post, but she did not struggle as she was chained
up facing the crowd with her legs and arms wide apart.
Her exposure was complete.  Looking up at her men and women in
the crowd could see directly between her legs at her vagina,
which was just lightly covered with a feint fuzz of black hair
after having been shaved a week ago. The treatment she had
received in the Theatre Room meant that her slit was no longer
neat and clean.  The lips were ragged and loose, her permanently
enlarged clitoris could be seen hanging down obscenely.  Her
breasts were equally displayed.  They had regained their shape,
but were still enlarged and her nipples were more prominent than
they had ever been after having been pulled by so many fingers
and mouths. 
Scores of men in the crowd had cameras trained on her to record
the American slut's degradation.  Angie had become used to having
her sex photographed but would have been horrified if she had
known that in addition to the 1,464 people in the Square, another
26,382 people (mainly men) around the world were viewing her
through the web cameras concealed around the platform. 
Fortunately she was also unaware of over 20,000 hard cocks
belonging to the men viewing her who were masturbating imagining
what it would be like to sink their cocks into her.

Target practice
The crowd soon lost interest in shouting insults and spitting at
Angie and looked for other ways to punish the slut.  Sharp witted
vendors had anticipated this and were moving through the crowd
selling a variety of missiles to throw at the whore.  Mostly
these were rotten tomatoes and eggs. 
Soon Angie felt a stinging pain on her left breast and looked
down to see a squashed red tomato sliding down off her nipple. 
She moaned and started to cry.  They were throwing things at her!
 Each time she was hit there was a mighty raw of approval. 
Mostly they aimed for her breasts or vagina but a few went for
her face.  The crowd loved it each time something hit Angie's
vulva and there was a great roar of approval for the accuracy of
the shot.  After about an hour of this she was covered with
smelly rotten rubbish running down her face and body.  She was
smarting all over and just wanted to die so that she could get
release from this torture, which was worse than being in the
Theatre Room.
Angie was so frightened by the sheer hatred of the crowd; she
knew that soon they would start to throw stones which would kill
her.  She had read that under Muslim law an adulterous woman or
whore like herself could be stoned to death.  She knew that these
people were not Muslim but that didn't seem to matter.  Her fear
made her bowel turn over.  Then suddenly she wanted to shit. 
Since that night in the Theatre Room her she could no longer
control her bowel properly.  When she needed to shit, it just
came out on its own and now she could feel hot excrement leaking
out of her ass and running down her legs.    
The pelting had started to decline as the vendors ran out of
material and the crowd lost interest.  Then they saw that shit
was coming out of the whore, which caused great excitement and
many photographs to be taken.
It was hot in the Square and the decaying sticky stuff all over
her started to dry out.  This combined with the shit on her ass
and legs proved to be an irresistible attraction for flies and
soon they were buzzing all around Angie.  She could not stop them
crawling into her openings, especially her vagina, mouth, nose
and anus.  She could close her mouth but both her vulva and anus
gaped open after being stretched in the Theatre Room allowing
flies to crawl into her.  Tied spread-eagled to the poles there
was nothing she could do to stop them.

Relief
Then her guard allowed two women onto the platform carrying a
heavy black can between them.  Angie was relieved that at last
somebody had taken pity on her and would clean her up.  She
recognized one of the women and suddenly felt cold as she looked
into the hard eyes of the woman whose nipple she had cut off. 
The women lifted the can up with difficulty to throw water over
Angie's head and she was drenched in a vile smelling mixture of
excrement and urine.  Angie was in a state of shock at this
unexpected degradation.  The town did not have sewerage and each
house had a can in an outhouse used as a toilet.  People would
have been defecating into this can that morning so that fresh
faeces were running down her body.
Angie was so ashamed of herself.  The women would not have done
this to her, another woman, if she were not a filthy slut that
deserved such treatment for wanting so many men to fuck her. 
Deep down she knew that she enjoyed undressing to give men
pleasure and make their cocks hard.  When they had first tied her
up she had thought that she hated them but now covered in shit
she realized that she was sexually stimulated and excited by
being helpless and displayed to so many men.  Even now she kept
thinking of all those hard cocks.  The women had done the right
thing in covering up her body with the only material suitable for
a slag like her; she was happy that they had chosen to conceal
her blatant sexual exhibition with excrement.
The crowd loved to see the whore covered in shit. Angie closed
her mouth and eyes as she felt slimy turds running down her hair,
face, shoulders and breasts.  They cheered the women on as they
went to fetch another can.  Pieces of used toilet paper stuck to
Angie's face and breasts.
Another woman climbed onto the platform as they got ready to tip
the third can over her and Angie felt her long hair being pulled
hard; forcing her head back as far as it would go.  As the
excrement was poured over her, Angie's upturned nostrils filled
with the loathsome liquid so she could no longer breathe.  She
had to open her mouth to breathe, allowing piss and sticky shit
to slither into it.  She tried to cough but as she could not
clear it she had to swallow mouthfuls of the odious mixture.  The
crowed loved watching the filthy bitch suffer and shouted for
more cans to be used on her.  After another 7 cans the stench
became so awful that it was too much even for the crowd to bear.

The cans of liquid had frightened the flies away for a while but
now they came back in droves and soon Angie was covered in a mass
of black crawling flies, some laying eggs on her and some laying
live maggots that started to crawl about looking for holes and
crevices in which to hide and grow fatter.  Angie could feel the
itchiness of something crawling on her but did not realize what
it was until she saw maggots out of the corner of one eye.  A
piece of toilet paper was partly stuck over that eye and the
maggots were moving under it for protection.
Suddenly she knew what the feeling in her vagina and anus was. 
She groaned in dread remembering sheep she had seen on a farm
with maggots living in their anus and eating the live flesh away.
 Soon they would be burrowing deep into her and she might not be
able to get them out.  Part of her felt that this was the right
thing to happen to her, as having her sexual organs eaten by
maggots would prevent her using them for male amusement. 
Stretched out, she was totally helpless to stop this intrusion
and the horror grew within her as her bound and naked body was
exposed to the crawling invasion for what seemed like hours
While Angie was preoccupied with the maggots the crowd began to
lose interest and melt away.  It was mid afternoon and time for a
siesta.  After a while one of the soldiers either took pity on
her or could not stand the smell and hosed Angie and the platform
down with a fire hose.  After that she felt cleaner but was still
not sure if there were maggots surviving in her holes.

Limited freedom
There were still several hundred people watching the show, mainly
men who were consuming beer sold by vendors and bars adjacent to
the square.  At 3pm her guard did as they had been instructed and
took Angie down from the display poles.  Instead they secured her
with a padded leg iron around her left ankle attached by a long
chain to a ring in the centre of the platform.  This allowed
Angie to move anywhere on the platform but not to get off it.
As soon as she was free, Angie sat down on the floor in the
centre of the platform opened her legs and bent forward to look
at her vagina.  She parted the lips to see some small white
maggots still wriggling in the folds of pink flesh.   One by one
she picked them out and threw them away, her face a mask of self
loathing and disgust.  The crowd could not see the maggots and
was amazed at the way in which the whore was opening up her cunt
for their viewing.  The slut was worse than they had anticipated;
she was obviously hungry for cocks and flaunting herself teasing
the men into filling her hole.
Angie could not inspect her anus and instead had to cope with the
maggots by sticking her fingers into the orifice and scraping out
what she could.  This caused great hilarity in the crowd; the
slut also wanted cock up her ass, she could not have made her
desires more obvious to them.
Having cleaned herself as best as she could, Angie buried her
head in her arms and sank into a state of abject wretchedness. 
She could not understand how people could treat her this way. 
These people were vindictive savages.

Teasing
The next thing she knew were two women lifting her into a
standing position.  They had clothes with them and helped Angie
dress in a baggy bra and panties covered by a dirty old dress
that looked as though it had come out of the rags basket.  The
leg chain prevented them putting the panties on so the women
simply tore the crutch out of the panties and put them on her
loose.
Despite the grimy clothes it felt good to be covered up again and
shielded from hundreds of prying eyes.  Then somebody started
playing "The Stripper" on a portable player, and Angie understood
that she had been dressed not as an act of kindness but so that
she could strip for the crowd.  She knew that they had all seen
the video of her stripping for the soldiers in the Theatre Room
and wanted her to repeat her performance for them.  No doubt the
women had been prompted by some of the men in the crowd.
Angie hated them for making her do an odious striptease again,
but deep inside her there was a flicker of excitement at the
thought of the hundreds of male eyes that would be watching her
and how their cocks might stir for her.  She started to take her
clothes off for the crowd and danced around the platform in time
to the music.  The crowd loved it, especially the drunken men who
whistled at her and danced around themselves.  One of them jumped
up onto the platform and managed to pull on Angie's breasts
before he was thrown off again.  He was a hero in the crowd.
She had to repeat the performance 3 more times before the women
stopped dressing her.  Now, as the afternoon wore on she was
surrounded by about 300 faces, all male, the women having gone
home to see to their children.  Amongst the men there were
adolescent youths and even boys who looked to be as young as 13,
but no girls.  The girls of the town were being protected from
seeing a decadent whore, but for the boys Angie was part of their
sex education.

Voyeurs
For most of the boys was the first time in their lives that they
had been able to gaze uninterrupted on a woman's breasts and
cunt.  Even if she wasn't a real woman, but a foreign 'slut' who
would allow any man to use her, it was still much better than
guiltily looking at women in the few girlie magazines smuggled
into the town.  The boys excitedly discussed Angie; most had
sneaked looks at her video and had seen her touching herself. 
Earlier, when she had been tied up on the platform they had been
able to stare at the hole between her legs without worrying about
their fathers who were equally mesmerized.  Most of the boys had
difficulty in hiding their erections as they fantasized about
having their first experience with a real woman pushing their
hardness into that dark hole.  Even if she was a whore, it would
still count.  There would be great kudos from being first and
every boy was trying to work out how to achieve that honour.  Of
course their fathers and elder brothers would have her first, but
eventually it would be their turn.
The youths in the crowd were having similar thoughts.  Many had
girlfriends and had some experience of a woman's body, but never
one such as this.  Their girlfriends were either skinny and
flat-chested or fat and ugly.  This woman was not only mature and
beautiful, but also had perfect breasts, large but not too large
and those nipples, how they would love to suck on those.  With
their girlfriends they only got glimpses of their breasts as the
girl would giggle and quickly cover them up or worse still slap
the youth's face for daring to look.  With this whore they could
look as much as they liked, they loved to see her walk and watch
the way her heavy tits swayed.  How they would love to play with
those tits.  Of course they would soon, but not until after dark
and after the men had screwed her.
Like the boys it was Angie's cunt that excited the youths most. 
Even those few whose girlfriends had allowed them to touch the
area between their legs had never been allowed to look at that
most private part.  The woman on the platform allowed them all to
look at her in the most intimate detail, they had seen her slit
and its dark inviting hole, but they knew that there were two
holes there and even when she opened up her cunt for them from a
distance they could not could not see into Angie's hole clearly
enough to work out which hole they should use.  This worried many
of them as they knew that eventually they would have to perform
on Angie and it would be very embarrassing if they got it wrong.
They wished that the whore would piss up there on the platform so
they could see where the piss came out.
Unlike the boys they were not vying to be first to use Angie but
hoped to share her with their friends, they would like to join in
a multi fuck of the slut, using one of her holes while their
friends used the others.  They had heard that the whore had much
experience in multi-fucking which should make it easier for them.
None of the girls in town would even suck their cocks and fucking
their ass was completely out of the question, so it would be very
exciting to use the whore's mouth or ass especially as she was
very experienced and would help them to get in her.
The men were equally restless and in their drunkenness much more
aggressive.  They too had enjoyed looking at Angie's body for
most of the day and had discussed her endlessly in the bars
around the square.  They had all seen the slut play with herself
in the video and had heard the incredible stories from soldiers
from the garrison.  When she had displayed her cunt to everybody
in the square they knew that the stories were true.  This woman
was unbelievable and they couldn't wait to fuck the bitch
senseless.  If she could turn it on for 400 men in the garrison
they would see how she managed 1,500 men in town.  There was much
speculation and wagering in the bars as to how she would cope
with 1,500 men.  Her performance was already legendary but no
woman could manage that many cocks.
The men had watched the women degrading the whore all day long,
patiently waiting their turn.  They knew that none of them dare
have sex with her in daylight, but after dark it would be
different.  There was still two hours to go before dark and the
more inventive amongst them were thinking of ways in which the
slut could entertain them before her fucking time became due.
Angie was unaware of the speculation and anticipation around her;
she was too preoccupied with another problem.  One of the wishes
of the youths was about to be granted, she was dying for a pee. 
After all she had been through she still could not face having to
urinate in front of all these men.  The problem was that she
never had a private moment, up there on the platform men were
watching every move she made.  She just had to do it and not
think about her audience.  She moved to the centre of the
platform and squatted down, soon a strong stream of urine was
issuing from her.  In no time the youths were trying to see what
part of her cunt it was coming from, but she had her legs
together so they could see little.

Fucked
She smelt stale beer and then large calloused hands grabbed her
breasts.  One of the drunks had come up behind her and was
pulling her to her feet her pee still spurting out of her.  He
turned her around and bent over to kiss her oblivious to the jet
spraying on his legs.  Angie fought with him but he was big and
strong.  He forced his mouth upon hers in a brutish kiss and
attempted to stick his tongue into her mouth.  She tried to knee
him but couldn't get her leg into the right position, her hand
broke free and she scratched at his face ripping ineffectually
against his stubbly beard.
Then other hands grabbed her arms and twisted them sharply back.
Angie opened her mouth in pain and the drunk seized his
opportunity to thrust his tongue in to lick around her palate. 
It was horrible but she couldn't stop his rancid tongue touching
hers and exploring her.  At the same time she felt his hard penis
thrusting against her pelvic area trying to find the entrance to
her vagina.  There was a stabbing pain as she felt it penetrate
her and then she was filled with his organ, thrusting in and out
of her.  Angie was being fucked again and this time in a public
square.  She could hear male voices urging the drunk on, glad
that someone had the courage to start the fucking even in
daylight.
Then he came deep within her and she felt his hot cum spurt in
her in waves, one, two, three, four times.  He pulled roughly out
of her and waved his cock proudly to the crowd; it was dripping
with cum and glistening with Angie's juices.  As he let go of her
she saw that the size of the crowd had increased with perhaps 500
men watching her perform.
Fighting the man had been ineffective and if anything it had
urged him on, while the men that had immobilized her had hurt her
arms.  She decided not to resist any more, she knew that she was
a whore and would behave like one.
Her guard had let four drunken men onto the platform as they had
been instructed to let people have free access to her but keep
the numbers to a manageable level at any point in time.
The other three had their penises out now, wanting to take their
turn.  Angie went up to the nearest and kissed him hard on the
mouth, while her hand reached for his hard cock and guided it
towards her cunt.  Soon his tongue was in her mouth and his cock
pounding her vagina, she could feel its hardness slopping the
previous man's cum inside her and squirting out from the lips of
her vulva.  His hands were groping her breasts as he climaxed in
her.  He left it there for a long time before pulling out, by
which time the next man, was impatiently rubbing his cock against
the cheeks of her ass.
In no time he was in her bending her back over the table so he
could thrust into her more deeply.  Instead of assaulting her
mouth he sucked on her nipples until they were pointed hard.  He
came quickly and when he pulled out of her she was ready for the
last man.  Not content with a fuck, the drunk forced Angie down
on to her hands and knees and entered her ass doggy style,  It
hurt her as she was not at all lubricated anally, but she had
been so stretched that it went into her easily and soon he too
was climaxing within her.

Poor boy
When withdrew from her, she stayed with her eyes closed on all
fours waiting for the next one.  Her timing was bad, as someone
on the edge of the crowd had noticed a dog trying to mount a
bitch in one of the side streets.  The coincidence of Angie
waiting patiently on all fours and the dog's activities were too
much for him and he yelled something in Spanish.  At the
insistence of the crowd the next group of four men waiting for
their turn at Angie drew back to make way for the dog with its
un-sheaved penis.  This was much more entertaining for the mob;
they had never seen a woman fuck a dog although they had heard of
such things.  If any female could do it the American whore
would.
The first Angie knew about the dog was when she heard excited
yells from the crowd and felt sharp claws digging into her back.
She opened her eyes and turned her head around to see the men
trying to get the dog to mount her.  She screwed up her face,
sobbed and whined to herself "Not a dog!"  Once again tears
running down her face.  They were going to have her fucked by a
dog with everybody watching.  She could lie on the ground so that
the animal would not have access to her but she knew that they
would only force her back into the position of a compliant
bitch.
Never in her wildest dreams had she thought that one day she
might be fucked by a dog and certainly not in front of 500 horny
men.  Now it was happening to her, she wondered what it would be
like.  It was just a cock like the many many cocks that had used
her in the past two weeks, but somehow it was revolting to be
made to do it with an animal.  Then she remembered the knot.  She
had watched dogs copulate and even after the animal had cum, it
remained locked into the bitch for 20 minutes.  She had been told
that the dog's penis swelled up inside the bitch forcing them to
stay together.  The thought frightened her; she was not built
like a bitch what would it be like to have the dog's penis swell
inside her?  Then she knew that, as she was just a dirty slut,
she would get used to having sex with animals so she might as
well find out what it was like.  Staying on all fours, Angie
opened her legs to give the animal better access to her.
The men were enthusiastic to see the dog penetrate the whore, but
were having little success in persuading the creature to enter
her.  It just seemed to want to get off the platform and back to
the pretty bitch it was about to fuck.  When the men let it down
off the female human's back, the dog gingerly sniffed at the
female's cunt.  It smelt right but she was not in heat and
therefore would not let him enter.  It licked the human cunt and
it tasted good.  Then it turned to get off the platform.
Somebody in the crowd shouted that the bitch is not in heat. 
They all laughed as it was quite apparent to everybody that Angie
was in heat.   The bitch the dog had been trying to fuck was
brought to the platform from the back of the crowd.  They had
seen the dog sniffing at the whore and thought that they should
make her smell right for dogs.  One of the men lifted the bitch
up and rubbed its cunt against Angie's open cunt.  Three were
lots of cracks from the crowd about two bitches in heat and so
on, but it seemed to work as the once the bitch had been taken
out of smelling distance, the dog transferred its attention to
Angie's cunt, starting to sniff it with heightened interest. 
With some further assistance they managed to push the dog's cock
into Angie's cunt and soon it was enthusiastically fucking her.
Angie felt the animal penetrate her and gave a big shudder.  She
was actually having sex with a dog!  Its cock was like a man's
cock in many ways but felt different, thinner and hotter.  Then
she felt it swell up inside her as streams of burning hot cum
were ejaculated towards her uterus.   It seemed huge and was
hurting the delicate inside of her vaginal passage.  Suddenly she
panicked and desperately wanted to get the animal out of her.   
She tried to stand up but sank its teeth into her arm partly to
try to dissuade the bitch from getting up and making it dangle
from her by it's cock, which the poor creature knew could have
disastrous consequences, and partly to have something to hang on
to so it would not off her.
The effect of biting her was catastrophic.  The dogs claws were
scratching into her, its cock was agonizing in her cunt and now
it was biting her as well so Angie went into a blind panic.  She
managed to stand up with her legs open, pulling at the animal's
left front leg trying to get it off while she staggered around
the platform, hindered by the chain to her ankle.  The audience
thought that it was totally hilarious to see the whore prancing
around the platform with a dog hanging by its cock from her cunt.
 Her guards were not amused as they were very concerned that
Angie would suffer permanent damage.  They grabbed both of them,
holding the dog so that its cock was no longer being stretched,
and wrestled them to the ground.  They held them there and turned
the fire hose on them in an effort to cool the animal's ardor so
that Angie would be released.
Twenty minutes later, Angie had recovered with minor damage, a
pain in her vagina, scratches and some blue bruises on her arm
from the dog's teeth.  The dog had slunk off to lick and nurse
its stretched member vowing that if its cock ever recovered it
would never use it on a human bitch again.

The main event
It was dark now and the poor lighting on the platform meant that
all the males in the crowd could risk fucking Angie without any
loss of dignity.  Soon the queue stretched for over two
kilometers as Angie got down to some serious fucking.  The men at
the back of the queue knew they had no chance of making Angie
that night, but each made an agreement with the men in front and
behind that they would take the same position in the queue
tomorrow.  That way eventually they would all get to use the
bitch.
At nine pm Angie was due to stop servicing the male population of
the town but when the Commandant came to see how things were
going he decided to extend the time until midnight.  The whore
seemed to be coping quite well with the numbers.  Although she
was covered in sperm she was not showing any signs of distress. 
He had instructed the guard to give her breaks for food and
water, to keep her comfortable.  She seemed to be totally
resigned to her function as a receptacle for cum and was
enthusiastically embracing each new customer.  More importantly,
it was prime viewing time for members of Angie's web club and he
was charging them by the minute.
From then on the Commandant changed Angie's hours with the town
to between 2pm and 12pm, a move that was greatly appreciated by
the men, who had been surprised that their womenfolk seemed to
have no objection to them using the whore, partly because of
their hatred of Angie and partly because they did not consider
her to be a human female but merely a masturbation aid for their
pathetic male partners.
By the end of the night, Angie had copulated with 63 men and a
dog, which by her standards was a minor accomplishment.

The whore's routine
After a few weeks, Angie's services to the town formed a pattern.
 She would always start out dressed but be undressed within the
first hour or two.  Sometimes men would fuck her or perform other
sexual acts on her during daylight, but after a while it was only
visitors to the town who were forced to use daylight hours as
Angie was fully booked at night.  During darkness she was kept
busy servicing cocks in all her holes without respite, except for
food and water.  There were over 1500 men in the town and they
worked out a system whereby they all got a turn at her
eventually; although for any individual it was several weeks
between fucks.  Angie's body seemed to have adjusted to the
extraordinary level of sexual activity and she had no difficulty
in coping with their demands provided that they were sensible. 
Anybody who stepped out of line was quickly dealt with by her
guard.
The guard detail changed daily as men used their limited pay to
bribe the sergeant.  They always came to Angie's cell well in
advance of the time she was scheduled to be in town.  They would
go in one at a time to have sex with Angie.  She always tried to
make it good for them and enthusiastically complied with their
desires as she needed them to protect her from drunken and unruly
townsmen.  Angie looked forward to the simple pleasures of eating
and sleeping, while she accepted the endless parade of cocks as a
service she provided.  In a strange way she was proud of the
sexual enjoyment and satisfaction she was able to provide to so
many men and pitied their wives for not being able meet the
demands of their spouses.
The worst part of Angie's life was entertaining the soldiers on
Tuesday and Saturday nights.  Angie's twice weekly performance in
the Theatre Room usually started with a striptease and her
playing with herself.  The men had enjoyed her first night in the
Theatre Room so much that they seemed to want endless repeats. 
The size of her audience varied from as low as 300 on some
Tuesdays to as high as 600 on some Saturdays.  Here reputation
had spread throughout the region and men came from great
distances to see and fuck her.  Increasingly the men were not
even soldiers and many of the officers and NCOs in the garrison
were getting rich selling illicit tickets to Angie's show.
Her orifices would usually be filled by a hundred or so cocks
during the evening and she found that she could cope quite well.
Prior to the performance Angie always warmed up with her guard. 
As they were the first to use her cunt and her anus, she coated
their cocks liberally with gel to ensure easy entry.  After that,
the lubrication from their cum made it easy for the men who
followed.
After a while, Angie's cunt rarely caused her any problems.  It
had been well stretched and unless a large cock was thrust into
her too vigorously before she was sufficiently warmed up, she
experienced little pain from her vaginal passage.  Similarly her
anus was easy to access.  As it was used many times every day,
Angie got into the habit of evacuating her bowels every morning
before she was taken to the square.  If necessary she took Epsom
salts as a laxative to ensure that he colon was clean.  The one
thing she could not get used to was sucking a cock covered in her
shit.
She had to suck many cocks each day, sometimes over a hundred and
this was the most difficult part of her services.  It wasn't so
bad if they let her use her hands as she became skilled at
stroking cocks and holding it in her hands so that the man
ejaculated without penetrating far into her mouth.  They liked to
spray cum in her face, hair and breasts, but that did not hurt
and was easily cleaned up.  Frequently though, they would tie her
up in some way so that she was helpless to protect her mouth and
this was a recurrent nightmare for her. 
Before she had started her new occupation, she had no idea just
how much cum a man could produce.  With her husband it had
dribbled out of her vagina after sex, but she didn't know how
much had stayed inside her.  Each time a man came in her mouth
she knew only too well how much cum he produced and some men
seemed to produce pints of creamy lumpy liquid.  She became adept
at coughing it out, but however skilled she was, much of it ended
up being swallowed or worse still in her lungs.
She got used to the taste and texture, it was like eating a
rather flavorless, salty and slightly rancid warm ice-cream.  It
varied from man to man; in some it was very runny and liquid like
milk while in others it was thick like clotted cream.  She
enjoyed the cum of some of the younger men as it was almost
sweet, but older men's ejaculate could be sour.
Her problems with sucking cock were mainly breathing and the risk
of choking, although her guard was always on the lookout for this
and took quick action to clear her airways.  Vomiting, due to
swallowing excessive amounts of cum, was also a problem, as was
bruising and damage to the tissues of her mouth, which happened
when men held her head and fucked her mouth vigorously.  Her
guard always warned them about this, but in the heat of passion
some men could not control themselves.  On more than one occasion
the culprit ended up with the butt of a rifle slammed into his
face, which usually caused him to cum immediately before
collapsing on the floor.
Angie could have bitten into cocks that were hurting her, and now
that she was protected by her guard there would have been no
reprisals for doing so.  In fact she thought her guard would find
it hilarious if she bit into a cock.  However, Angie did not bite
and never objected to anything that she was told to do.  She knew
that she was a completely worthless whore, that her only function
was to give men pleasure and that she always had to obey their
orders without question. 

Special services
While servicing the men was not too difficult, performing special
tasks was often horrible for her.  The Commandant and his
lieutenant were endlessly devised ways of exploiting Angie's
commercial value which involved subjecting her to many different
sexual perversions.
The biggest and most commercially successful of these was not, as
it turned out, the most traumatic for Angie.  The Commandant
decided to attempt to break the record for the number of men a
woman could fuck vaginally in one session.  This stood at over
300 and the Commandant aimed to reach 400.  The woman had to be
awake, compliant and fully aware of what was being done to her
throughout the performance and every man that fucked her had to
reach a climax for his contribution to be counted.  In previous
attempts the men had worn condoms, but the Commandant
specifically did not want this for Angie, mainly because he
thought that it would be much more entertaining for her audience
to see gallons of cum but also because the whore was not
accustomed to condoms.
It was going to be a long session so he gave Angie two days
holiday before the attempt.  It had to be organized with military
precision, but that was what the Commandant had been trained for.
 He would allow each man only 2 minutes in which to cum.  Even
then Angie would have to fuck continuously for 800 minutes or
over 13 hours.  This meant that her lovers had to be erect and
close to cumming before they entered her, so they had to stand
naked in a queue.  Any man who climaxed early or lost his
erection would be sent to the back of the queue.  Any man who
failed to cum within the 2 minute period would have a large
rubber dildo shoved up his ass.  The Commandant had found that
this invariably caused the man to cum at once, for physiological
or psychological reasons that he could only guess at.
The record breaking attempt started at 11am in the morning, and
Angie was laid naked on her back on a mattress on a table looking
up at a monitor so she could watch her performance.  Her buttocks
were supported by a cushion on the edge of the table so that her
cunt was at cock height and easily accessible.  He legs were held
wide apart in two stirrups attached to wooden stands, so that
each man could easily walk between them.  There were the usual
array of lights and cameras to record the session.
It took nearly 17 hours to break the record and reach 400. The
garrison doctor kept Angie awake with stimulants while she
watched and felt man after man and cock after cock enter her and
shoot his load.  There was a lot of cum running out of her and
all over the floor but Angie's well trained cunt performed so
well that she was extremely happy to have achieved a world record
with so little trouble.
The Commandant was even happier.  He produced what he considered
to be his finest DVD.  This broke more records and became the
highest selling porn movie of all time, more popular even than
the fabled 'Deep Throat'.  The great advantage of DVD was that
each time a cock entered Angie; a small window would show the
vital statistics of the cock and its owner.  So interesting
information such as the size and shape of the cock, the age and
name of its owner would be available, as well as ancillary
details such as how many women he had fucked previously and how
many times he had fucked Angie so far.  
While breaking the record was not as bad as Angie had feared, it
was the lieutenant who directed her worst experience, mainly due
to his unusually perverted tastes.  He had Angie dressed in a
white dress with white underwear and sat her on the stage at a
table with a white starched tablecloth.  The table was laid with
a large dinner plate, knife and fork, together with the usual
condiments and an empty jug and drinking glass.  Angie had no
idea what was expected of her until one of the soldiers waiting
in the wings of the stage came out, climbed up on the table,
undid his pants, pulled them down, and presented Angie with his
bare ass hovering over the plate.  With some straining and a
repulsive odour he ejected a large brown lump of excrement on to
the plate.  Then Angie knew what she had to do and that it was
necessary for her to do it to prove what a loathsome slut she
was.
She picked up the knife and fork, cut a piece of the turd off and
placed it in her mouth.  It was still hot and very sticky but
despite the repulsive taste and smell, she managed to swallow it.
 It was very hard going for her.  After placing each forkful of
shit in her mouth, it tasted so repugnant that she had difficulty
in swallowing it.  Consequently, she kept the shit in her mouth
for a long time swishing it around with her tongue.   Angie had
always been fastidiously clean in her eating and it was
distressing to her that she kept getting brown excrement on her
lips or dribbling out of the corners of her mouth. Her audience
was at the same time fascinated and disgusted with the thing they
saw on stage eating fresh shit.
Angie had to have a drink to help her get the shit down and the
man whose shit she was eating obliged her by pissing in the empty
jug.  She did not want to drink his urine, but it was the only
way in which she could clear the sticky shit from the sides of
the mouth.  Strangely she felt stirrings of sexual excitement at
having to drink the man's piss.  She was discovering new things
about herself.  She liked to drink piss??  She found that
drinking warm piss was not too unpleasant and much better than
having shit coating your mouth.
She ate platefuls of shit from 3 men, but the fourth was too much
for her.  Already her stomach was heaving with the load of manure
it contained, but the fourth man had small white round worms in
his crap.  As soon as she saw them her stomach turned over and
she brought up everything she had eaten.  At the insistence of
the lieutenant, and knowing that it was the best thing for her,
she tried several times to eat the repugnant shit with worms but
each time she could not keep it down.
Seeing that this ultimate degradation was not completely
successful the lieutenant had to satisfy his obsession with
faeces by having Angie tied up and slowly stripped from her white
clothing while men defecated directly on to her face, breasts and
vagina, until she was covered completely in shit.  He then had
her washed clean by men urinating on her naked body.
The shit session was a horrible experience for Angie and she had
nightmares about it for weeks afterwards.  Then the lieutenant
arranged a similar session for Angie, but this time had her
bathed in cum.  This was not nearly as unpleasant for her.  She
had to sit naked in a bath on stage while men masturbated and
ejaculated all over her.  Soon she was covered in strings of
white sticky cum, but Angie was used to this and it did not
concern her greatly.  Eventually the bath was nearly full of cum
and the lieutenant kindly pushed her head down until she
disappeared into the mixture.  She came up coughing and
spluttering panicking as she had thought that she would drown in
cum.  Her only compensation was later when she was proud of being
one of the few women in the world to have been totally immersed
in sperm.
For six month's Angie had been entertaining the soldiers, the
townsmen and millions of viewers of her DVDs, VCDs, videotapes
and web pages.  The Commandant and his henchmen were extremely
rich, but were hooked on exploiting Angie even more.  They were
very fond of her; she had become a completely subjugated and
compliant sex slave who could be used for any purpose they
wished.  There were always a few of Angie's fans who thought that
making a Snuff movie would be the ultimate achievement for her
and while he was attracted by the idea of having Angie fucked to
death, the Commandant could not bring himself to kill the goose
that when laid produced such lovely golden eggs.

The journalist
One warm afternoon, Angie was lying on the bed on the platform in
the centre of the square.  She was still fully clothed in a dress
which unbuttoned down the front, bra and panties.  She was
stretched out with her wrists and ankles tied with leather thongs
to the corners of the bed.  It was siesta time and very quiet,
none of the townspeople were around and her guard was dozing. 
Out the corner of her eye she saw a stranger approach her.  This
was not unusual as visitors to the town always came to view her
and usually had sex with her. 
The man was small and tanned and wore a cowboy hat with one side
pinned up.  He took lots of photos of her from various angles and
then a whole series while he unbuttoned her dress.  She could see
that he had a hard on with his cock budging against his pants. 
He slowly pulled her bra straps down photographing all the time.
He had two very expensive looking camera's, one digital and the
other very bulky, he even had two aluminum coated umbrellas which
he arranged to reflect light on to Angie's body.   When he pulled
the cups of her bra down to reveal her nipples she could see from
the sweat on his forehead that he was very excited.  He took many
photos of her breasts including close-ups of her nipples with the
big camera.  He kept changing film with this camera and had
already got through 10 rolls when he started to pull her panties
down.
He spent about 15 minutes photographing her panties coming off. 
He had to cut them at the sides with his pocket knife as her feet
were wide apart.  She couldn't see what he was doing but she felt
him open the lips of her vagina wide and spend much time pulling
at her flesh and putting his fingers in her while taking more
photos.
Then she saw that his excitement had become too much for him, he
had unzipped his pants and had his hard cock out.  He was
fumbling in his pocket and produced a condom which he proceeded
to put on.  This was very different.  Angie had fucked many
thousands of men in the last 6 months but not one had used a
condom.  The man climbed on top of her and still wearing his hat,
inserted his cock into her cunt.  He started fucking her
vigorously and after about 10 minutes he let out a long moan as
he came.  
As he lay there on top of her exhausted, Angie was thinking that
it was nice to have something to do on an otherwise empty
afternoon, but then there was nothing special about this man,
when he said "You are American aren't you?"  It took her a few
moments to realize that he had spoken in English.  Her eyes
widened and she replied "You speak English?"  Her voice filled
with excitement.  "Well no, Australian actually" he drawled.
As he lay on top of her they talked.  Her guard were too far away
to hear them and after a while the man whose name was Bill, got a
second wind and fucked her again.  He explained that he was a
photo journalist and he had been investigating the porn trade in
Australia.  He had visited her web site and bought copies of her
DVD's, who hadn't.  Nobody seemed to know who she was or where
the movies were taken, but he had gone to great lengths to find
out.  Eventually he had managed to enlarge part of the background
of some video of Angie in the square and decipher the name on a
shop.  It had taken him 3 weeks to find a town in a remote
location high up in the Andes which might have been the one in
the DVD.  He had struck lucky when he arrived that morning to
find Angie tied up in the public square.
Angie told him her whole story.  He was very excited, he had the
scoop of a lifetime and the female was a good screw he could use
as much as he liked.  When Angie told him about the Trophy Room,
he asked if he could get into it to take some photos.  She said
that he could probably bribe the sergeant but it would have to be
a big bribe for him to take such a risk.
After about an hour, her guards were stirring and men were
beginning to filter into the square ready for Angie's nightly
session.  Bill said he had to go but would come back to see her
at the same time tomorrow.  Throughout her night's performance
she could see him hovering in the background taking hundreds of
photos with a huge telescopic lens.  
As promised, the next day he came back and told her he was going
to the Trophy Room that night.  She was not tied up and he
timidly asked her if he could fuck her in her ass.  She readily
agreed as she preferred ass fucking when men had bad breath and
asked him to put some gel on as she had dried out from her
guard's cum.  He finished in her mouth, but he was very gentle
with her so she was quite comfortable with him.
The next day, after fucking her, Bill told her very
enthusiastically that he had got wonderful photos of the Trophy
Room and better still he had copies of many of the photos stored
in the Room.  He said that he would be leaving the next day and
that he would go to New York where he would sell his story and
the photos to every major magazine in the world.  There would be
huge publicity for Angie which would help to get her released
from her hellish sexual slavery.  He did not add that there would
be a huge amount of money for him as the story would be the
hottest of all time.  
Angie was very upset and concerned when she heard of his plans.
At least everything that had happened to her had occurred in a
small and remote town.  She didn't want friends and people at her
office to see her nude or learn what had happened to her.  Bill
could hardly believe that she could be so nave.  He patiently
explained to her that not only would her friends and guys in the
office have already seen her nude but also fucking thousands of
men. Angie was horrified when she discovered how exposed she had
been.  She asked him what magazines would publish her and he said
he would go for front covers in Time and Newsweek, the girly
magazines such as Playboy and Penthouse would do whole spread's
on her including centerfolds (he had large format photos of her
which could be blown up to life size or even larger), the
newspapers would show her, and of course TV, the possibilities
were endless.  He got her to sign a contract he had drawn up on
his laptop making him her manager and giving him exclusive rights
to photos and videos of her.  He promised Angie that he would get
her out of the mess she was in and that she could make a lot of
money touring the world as everybody would want to see her.
Then Bill asked Angie if he could take some photos of her
fucking.  She was surprised as he already had a vast number of
photos of her fucking and asked him why.  He said he wanted to
use his large format camera so that the photos could be blown up
to billboard size if required.
Bill produced a young boy of about 13 to fuck her as he wanted
the contrast in age and experience as well as to do a piece about
her being forced to fuck children.  This was very easy for Angie
as she had fucked many young boys who were always keen, with
small cocks that came quickly.  Then he got a disgusting old
beggar to fuck her, who smelt and was dirty with rotten teeth. 
Although he was not as nice as the small boy, Angie had fucked
the man several times previously and managed to put up with the
smell, making a mental note to get Ella to put some insecticide
in her hair wash tomorrow morning.
Bill left the town and things got back to normal.

The price of fame
Three months later Bill came back with exciting news, she had
made the front cover of Time and Newsweek, a rare honour.  All
the girly magazines and newspapers had gone to town on her.  He
had contracts galore to do photo spreads of her when she got back
to civilization.  Getting her back was proving to be a problem. 
Angie was too valuable for him to let the rest of the news rabble
locate her, so he had deliberately implied that she was somewhere
in Asia and at this moment many news teams were scouring
thousands of islands in the Philippines, looking for her.  At the
same time, the only way he could see of getting her released was
to put political pressure on the government of this god forsaken
country.
In great secrecy he had used contacts in the Australian
Government to let the US Government know where Angie was being
held.  It was a very delicate situation as the US Government was
about to complete an agreement with the country in which Angie
was being held, to stop the production and export of drugs which
were currently flooding the American market.  The CIA had
facilitated this agreement through generous gifts to the
president of this country and it would be in neither party's
interest to have a great deal of publicity over Angie at this
point in the negotiations.

Top brass
President Alphonse Diego was standing with Generalissimos Ortonda
looking out of one of the palace windows.  They were admiring
Ortonda's new red Ferrari.  The President invited Ortonda to join
him for a trip in his new boat, the term he used to describe his
new 140 meter luxury cruiser anchored ostentatiously in the
harbor. 
Abruptly changing the subject the president murmured "We have to
do something about your man Navarre in San Pedro, this porn
racket he has is causing me great trouble with the Americans. 
Something about an American girl he is using as a sex slave?  I
do not want American media involved. It must be done quietly. You
understand?"
"Yes Mister President, I have it in hand.  Commandant Navarre has
been very generous to us both over the years, but now he has
agreed to retire.  He has already arranged to move to his villa
in the Bahamas.  The girl was involved with the rebel leader
Juan, who has also been very helpful with the marijuana crop this
year.  I shall see if he can assist with her."
The President nodded and went back to smoking his Cuban cigar and
trying to work out whether he had sufficient sound proofing the
stateroom of his new boat.

Freedom
It was just over a year since Angie had been made prisoner and
started her life as a sex slave, when the Commandant came to
Angie's cell and explained to her that he was retiring from the
military.  As a parting gift he would set her free.  She was to
be taken over the mountains to another town where a bus would
take her back to civilization.  An Australian journalist who had
helped to arrange her freedom would travel with her to ensure her
safety.
Their escort was minimal, just the driver of the jeep and another
soldier on a motorbike traveling behind them.  They both seemed
very nervous as they slowly made their way through the thickly
wooded winding track.  Bill sat beside her, the buttons of her
blouse were undone and he was playing with her left breast which
he had pulled out of the cup of her bra.  Occasionally he would
bend over to suck her nipple.  Angie didn't mind at all, she was
used to the attention to her tits and felt neglected without it.
Bill had yet another hard on and was deliriously happy.  Tonight
he would fuck her several times at the hotel and take more photos
of her.  He had never had a woman who was so completely compliant
and with such lovely tits.  He had already made a small fortune
out of her and he would make even more as he fucked and
photographed her in the best hotels in all the major cities in
the world.  He would make her wear very revealing clothes to
maintain her publicity and he thought that he could hire her out
to many wealthy people who would pay well to have sex with the
famous American whore Angie.
Suddenly the jeep screeched to a halt.  A tree was blocking the
track.  For some unknown reason the driver jumped out of the
vehicle, ran back to the motorbike traveling behind and scrambled
on to the pillion seat.  The bike turned around and disappeared
at high speed bouncing back down the track with both of their
escorts clinging on as though the devil was chasing them.
Then Bill saw the reason for their desertion.  Six men dressed in
camouflaged fatigues had surrounded the jeep with automatic
weapons aimed at them.  They were all handsome, with long curly
black beards, and looked very serious.  The leader walked toward
the jeep and broke into a broad smile, his perfect white teeth
contrasting with his tanned skin and dark features.  Angie wailed
"Juan" and reached out towards him a picture of happiness.  
Hours later a dejected Bill was standing alone at a crossroads in
the middle of nowhere.  He had been told that a bus should come
through later that day or possibly the next day.  Angie had been
overwhelmed to see her lover, Juan the famous rebel leader, and
had gone off with him to some hideout in the mountains leaving
Bill to mourn his losses.
Angie held Juan's hand for the rest of that day as she gazed at
him with eyes full of love and adoration.  He looked so
commanding and handsome and seemed happy to be reunited with her.
 They had passed through a minor boarder post, at which the
guards greeted Juan as an old friend, and into another country
that she had never even heard off.  Apparently it was very small
and isolated in the middle of the Andes.  In the evening they
arrived at a medium sized town with 8,000 inhabitants and booked
in for the night at a very gaudy tavern.

Hooker love
Exhausted, Angie had gone to her room at 6pm and bathed before
changing into a very pretty nightdress that somebody had
thoughtfully left for her.  Juan had said that he too was tired
and would come to bed early, but already she had waited two hours
and she was feeling very neglected.  For the past year she had
continuous male attention throughout her waking hours and now
without it she was lonely.  Even so, Angie was so excited that at
last she would make love to Juan.
At the same time she was very worried that after she had fucked
so many men he would not like her.  She knew that she was a
common whore and not worthy of him and thought that her vagina
was probably too loose to satisfy him.  She hoped that he would
be rough with her as that was what she was used to.
It was 8pm as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs, she
adjusted the bodice of her nightgown so that a little more
cleavage was exposed, put on her prettiest smile and waited for
Juan to open the door.
He always came to this brothel when he was in town.  The whores
were ugly and exhausted but cheap.  He had not washed now for
nearly a week as he had been busy getting his pigs ready for
market, walking them through 50 miles of muddy tracks and then
selling them.  He had made good money though and tonight he would
spend some of it on a good fuck.
He was especially lucky as the madam had told him she had a new
girl tonight, an American girl who would be big enough to take
him. This was good news as there were few girls at the brothel he
could fuck due to the size of his cock, which was unusually
large.  Twice now girls he had fucked had been forced to take a
week off work to recover.  He had paid the madam extra money for
the honour of being first with the new girl, she had agreed
saying it would be a good test for the new whore, if she could
take him she could take anything.
As he stumped up the stairs he thought how lucky he was to be
first, there were another 20 peasant farmers like him downstairs
waiting for their turn with the new girl.  If she was as good as
the madam said she would be very busy.
He paused at the heavy oak door and opened it.
As the door opened, Angie's trepidation peaked.  The man who
clumped heavily in was not Juan but some dirty looking smelly
pock marked peasant with a week's stubble on his jowls.  She felt
shocked and betrayed; this was like a continuation of the
nightmare of the past year.
He looked at Angie with a sheepish grin, undid his pants and
dropped them off.  He discarded his grimy underwear and walked
towards Angie who was lying on the bed in a pretty lace
nightgown.  His cock was rigid with excitement at the lovely
female body he could see through the thin garment.
Angie looked at the oaf's hard penis.  It was huge, she gasped
catching her breath.  It would be lovely to have that in her.  A
slut and whore like her would be honored to bring such a cock to
a climax.  Then it dawned on her that this place was not a tavern
but a brothel.  She had thought that the ladies in the bar
downstairs wore a lot of makeup and cheap perfume.  So once again
she was condemned to be a whore.  She hoped that there would be
more men like this one waiting for her downstairs so that she
would not be lonely anymore and would be doing a worthwhile job
that was within her limited talents.  Looking at this man the
clientele of the brothel must be very basic which was all a slut
like her deserved.
Smiling she lifted the hem of her nightdress up over her cunt and
tits and pulled it off her head.  She opened her legs wide and
murmured "Come to mummy baby."
The end
A version of this story in pdf format illustrated with nude
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